All I Want

4

"I need two or more feet of it, do you understand Ikko?" I whispered, the chains on my ankles clashing together as I walked.

"Wait, you want two human feet?"

"Oh my g- no." I clenched my brow with my index finger and thumb. "Like two, twelve inches of tarp, you dumb fuck!"

Ikko just stared blankly at me, forcing me to stretch my arms as far apart as possible with the shackles, giving him a visual representation of how big the piece needs to be. My wrists were restrained too much for me to give him the exact measurements, so I emphasized to make the length I showed him as double.

Today was laundry day and Ikko and I had been picked for duty. Doing laundry was probably the worst job out of them all; every item of clothing either had dried cum, vomit, blood, or other bodily fluids stained into the fabric that I had to scrub out with a toothbrush. I'd much rather be stuck washing slop off food trays in the kitchen.

While I was half-ass scrubbing clothes, Ikko was next to the washing machines; he was the type to throw a red sock in with the whites.

I coughed nonchalantly and he looked over at me like a lost puppy; that idiot! I dramatically shifted my eyes to the plastic tarp that lay under the many bottles of detergent and bleach. He finally cought on and gave me the most noticeable thumbs up I've ever seen; I swear a fake tree could be more useful than him.

Ikko looked over his shoulder then began to rip at the plastic; I'm sure he thought he was posing as some ninja or secret agent on a mission.

Suddenly, I noticed a guard prowling the area we were in. If he saw Ikko, my plan would have to be set back even longer, or worse, I'd have to change it again!

I acted quickly, and pushed over the large hamper of dirty clothes, causing everything to spread over the white floor, even a few toothbrushes.

"Aye! What's going on over here!"

"Oh, my bad, I slipped and ran into this cart."

"Well, pick it up!"

I glanced back over at Ikko, who was still tearing at the plastic.

"Uh, but I hurt my wrist in the process, mind kissing it for me? I'm sure it'll feel better after." I smirked.

"Listen, ass wipe! I ain't leavin until you're on your knees picking all this shit up!"

"On my knees huh, you dirty boy."

"Now!"

I began cleaning up the clothes, glancing over again at Ikko. Finally, he had the piece of plastic ripped off and began folding it into a small square, which he then hid in the front of his pants. Ugh, it could have been hid literally anywhere other than that spot but I couldn't expect much from his pea-sized brain.

I then quickly collected all the clothes off the floor and dumped them into the hamper.

"Is there anything else you want from me?" I asked, winking at the guard.

"Fuck off and get back to work, scum!"

I stood back at my station, relief in my veins. Continuing to scrub clothes, I noticed the small basket of rubber bands on the counter beside me; they've always  been there, but I never had to use them for laundry duty. I realized one may come into use later, so I snuck one into my pocket.

The bell rang for our session and everyone was brought back to their cells, except me, I was brought to see Dr. Jung yet again.

I sat in the cold metal chair as the chain connected to my ankles and wrists was locked to the floor. It was sad how much I was used to this same routine, and every time, every single time, I imagined Mai sitting opposite of me, tears down her face, waiting for me to hold her again. That was the only thing that could break me in this dump: the thought of my Mai lost and afraid.