Violet's pov
after hours of torture, Mikael decided to stop and let me rest saying we would be doing it again the next day. When the guards get here Mikael immediately leaves, probably to eat and be a bigger dick to the people he employs.
The same guards as before untie me, hauling my bloody self out of the room and down the hallway. I'm sure they didn't even bat an eye when I acted as if I was barely awake, that's probably how everyone looks who leaves that room. But instead when they were dragging me down each and every hallway I was marking everything.
The doors, how they opened, if they were being used when we were walking down the hallway. How many people were in the hallways, how many of them would be hard to take down, which ones that look like they are supposed to be there and the ones that are just standing there. basically, anything that would help me get the fuck out of here.
When we finally get to my cell one of the guards just lets go of me and lets me almost drop to the floor. They open the door and take a couple of steps inside the cell before they literally throw me down on the floor and then just leave the cell, locking it and walking away like nothing happened.
Huffing I sit up and pull my body to the wall, leaning against it, closing my eyes for just a couple of seconds and breathing. Just because I'm conscious and can move around doesn't mean my body isn't in a hell of a lot of pain.
"Are you okay?" my cellmate asks coming closer to me
"yeah ill be fine, I just needed a couple of seconds" I respond now looking over my body to find the cuts that are bleeding the most and need attention
Putting pressure on the cuts I can, I just relax my body the best I can, trying not to move the most I can.
"you look like you know what you're doing" he comments looking at my hands on my leg, putting a lot of pressure to stop the bleeding
"yeah I've had experience before" Trying to sound as casual as I can, I continue looking down at my leg
We leave it at that and I focus on all of my cuts, one by one stopping them from bleeding and the guy just sits against the wall with his eyes closed. That is the one thing I like about this guy, he almost knows when I don't want to talk. It really isn't a lot but it's nice, especially now that I have to work out how to get the fudge out of here.
It takes awhile like maybe an hour and a half but finally all of my cuts have stopped bleeding, all except one stubborn little bastard. Sighing I rip off the sleeve of my shirt and wrap it around my leg, pulling it really tight before tying it.
I look up, looking over to the guy to see him already looking at me with a curious expression.
"Where did you learn to do that" he asks again
"My life wasn't very kind to me in the start" I explain sighing
"What do you mean by that" he looks a lot more intrigued now
"I was kidnapped when I was little and the people that took me used me as their punching bag up until three/ four years ago when I found out they took me away from my brothers" While talking about my life I had to look away from him, he was the first person I have ever told and he was a complete stranger
"tell me how you ended up in here" I ask him not letting myself just sit there and think about it
"umm, well my family and Mikael's have been rivals since forever. So when the war got really bad I decided I was going to take down some of his men. Alone. It really wasn't my brightest moment" I can tell he hasn't spoken about this to anyone since he's been here
"How long have you been here" I ask instead of all of the other questions I'm thinking
"Uh, about 5 years I think. Truthfully I am surprised Mikael hasn't killed me yet, normally he kills us within the first two weeks" We just lock eyes, I truly don't know what to say
"Do you have any family" I ask trying to not think about maybe being in here for 5 years
"Yeah, I have a huge family, five brothers and a sister that didn't grow up with us and a bunch of cousins. The last time I saw any of them they were all still in school. God most of them would be done with school now" The guy got lost in his thoughts
"I don't really get it seeing as I didn't grow up with anyone but I know how big of an adjustment it can be to go from being with no one to constantly having people around. Or the other way around" I really am not good with empathy or whatever the hell you call it but I can at least try right
"Yeah it definitely is an adjustment" he responds looking down at the ground
We both don't say anything else, instead, we try to get some sleep. knowing I'm going to have round two tomorrow I really need sleep.
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i know this is short but it is better than nothing.
the only reason I kept this short is because I wanted to give you guys something this week and I cant work on it at all the rest of the week and also because I still have to work out what is going to happen next chapter. (hopefully I can make it really big)
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