𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 [M.Kaiser x reader]

• Chapter 38 •

"Feels like something out of a novel"
-Michael Kaiser

*( Warning: wounds and mentions of sexual violence, is pretty mild but be aware)*
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Y/n stirred awake, her body stiff from the hard unforgiving surface beneath her. The chill of the early morning air seeped through the thin prison issued blanket wrapped around her. She shifted slightly, her stomach lurching with a sharp pang of hunger that had been gnawing at her for hours.

"Ugh..." Michael groaned beside her, his voice low and raspy. His hair was a mess, sticking to his damp forehead as he slowly sat up. His hand rubbed at his face and he let out a tired sigh.

"I'm starving," Michael muttered with exhaustion.

Y/n pressed a hand to her stomach as it growled in agreement. "We haven't eaten since... I don't even remember," she said, her voice thin. "They still didn't bring us anything?"

Michael swung his legs in the air, growing more hangry. "No, they're not treating us like the other prisoners," he mumbled .

Y/n frowned, her chest tightening at his words. "But... isn't it illegal not to feed prisoners? I thought that was like a human rights violation or something."

Michael huffed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Illegal or not, I highly doubt they care. To them, we're already guilty. Guilty people don't deserve food apparently ."

The air in the cell was heavy and Y/n could feel the grim reality sinking further into her chest. She moved to stand, but her legs wobbled under her weakened by days of malnutrition.

Then a sharp, putrid smell hit her nose making her gag. "What is that?" she exclaimed, glancing around the small cell.

Michael's expression soured as he sniffed the air. "It's us," he said bluntly. "We haven't had a shower in like days."

Y/n recoiled, a look of disbelief crossing her face. "You're joking."

"I wish I was." Michael shot back, gesturing toward the weak attire they were given, stained with sweat and grime.

Y/n leaned back against the wall, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "This isn't fair," she said through gritted teeth.

Michael stood abruptly, his fists clenched. "Fairness doesn't exist in here," he said sharply. "But we're not going to sit here and rot." He strode to the cell bars and began banging on them, the sound echoing through the corridor.

"Hey!" he shouted, his voice bouncing off the cold concrete walls. "Do you plan to starve us to death or what?"

Y/n joined him, gripping the bars tightly as she added her voice. "We need food and showers! You can't keep us like this!"