The Ones For Him

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Xavier's POV:

"Hey, wake up!"

I opened my eyes when freezing cold water was dumped on me. My whole body shook and I glared darkly at the man, sitting up and wiping my face.

"What do you want? Has your Donna decided that she wants to talk with me now?" I chuckled sarcastically and shook my head, "Probably not. She's too busy hiding in her office."

I got up as the man came toward me. "You don't talk bad about her! You should be glad that she's kept you alive this long, especially with how you've been acting!"

I shrugged and pulled my shirt off. "I honestly really don't care at this point. She could kill me for all I care..."

There was silence as I was suddenly grabbed, my frontside being pressed up against the wall. "I really, really like you. You're one of the fighters and I know that the others will have extra fun with you, too."

His hand moved down my back and I rolled my eyes, grabbing his arm to swiftly twist it. He cried out as it cracked and I grabbed his head, snapping it to the left, then letting his body drop down to the ground.

This was a daily thing now. I've killed more people than I could count these past few weeks, but I really didn't care. I don't care if they had family or not, they deserved to be dead, so that's why I killed them without a second thought.

I quickly searched his pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I stared at them for a few moments before shaking my head and putting them back into his pocket. I pulled out another pocket-knife and quickly hid it with the others.

I walked out of my cell and walked around until a man came down at some point. He called some other people for help and they took me back to my cell after they dragged the body out of my cell.

Two weeks ago, I had passed by Enzo's cell, but he didn't respond. The next day I had called out to him again but didn't hear anything. Reece had even stopped coming down to give me my food and I haven't seen him since I gave him the letter to pass onto Enzo.

Amir and the others still hadn't found me, so I was practically giving up. I just don't really care about anything at this point, not even about my own life. I had stopped eating and only drank water just to keep me alive a bit longer, but I didn't care. I was just waiting for the day that the men would finally kill me so I can just forget about all of this. I won't remember anything if I'm dead, right?

Obviously my behavior and everything about me has done a complete one-eighty. I just didn't really care about anything at this point, but there was something still inside of me that still had hope. That small sliver of hope was slowly shrinking more and more as the days passed by, though.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed since the last time I saw someone, but my door was opened. Five men walked in and I saw that one man was carrying two pairs of handcuffs that were chained together.

I chuckled and sat up. "What? Did you need reinforcements or something?"

"Get up."

"Yes, kind sir." I got up and held my wrists out.

They cuffed my wrists together, then leaned down to place the cuffs at my ankles. I chuckled to myself and shook my head, tiredly looking at the men once they finished.

"You guys are literally treating me like a prisoner...wait, I forgot that I am. That kinda sucks for me, doesn't it?" I yawned and gestured for the men to start walking. "Right, get to walking, I'm sure something big is going to happen today."