There hasn't been anyone visiting Manfred for what he thinks is days now. Part of him is relieved to be left alone, the other part of him would prefer being tortured if it meant that he didn't have to sit alone with his own thoughts for hours on end. The only way that he knows that he has been left for days, is that he only got food and water once a day. He supposed he had come to an understanding of the schedule of things, not that he could tell when the food was left for him, at least not before the scent of stale bread reached him.
While he understood the appeal of leaving a prisoner to their demise, he couldn't help but believe that he had something more to give them. Not that he would. Not that he wanted to. But there had to be a reason for them making sure that he survived the gunshot wound. Manfred leaned his head back on the cool metal wall. He still had the damned contraption around his head, making him blind and also made it almost impossible to hear a thing. He hated it more than being left alone.
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200 words a day [drabble-ish]
RandomWanted to try out writing once every day, so I did. Some of these are from the same universe, but it really is random, you should know from the names :,) The tags are not for each chapter, it is more a promise of what is to come This is some snippet...
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