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|19| ℋℯ𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓍 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒫ℯ𝓉𝓇ℴ𝓋

I was put in this hell

At least everyone else has standards,
is this really why they think
they're the best It's not that impressive.

It's very generous of them to give you entertainment while you're sitting in a
cell rotting away; this takes the
"Are you a screamer?" question to an
entirely different level, I want to do so
much but I have the energy for nothing.

"You!" The man speaks with
a dirty smile on his face
"You're next little beauty"

I doubt I look like a beauty right
now, and he certainly doesn't.

He was telling me that I'm the next
person to get tortured,
I'm prepared to go, the only thing
I had to live for was payback
and I don't see that in my future,

all I see are tears, shattered libs,
and for the first time acceptance.

Although, I wish I could see my sibling
one more time, and maybe even punch Marco and Aleksander, Marcus, Xavier, Finneas, and anyone else who was involved...thinking about
it again I have a lot I want to do.

But that doesn't really matter anymore.

I hear footsteps, making a sharp
pain enter my head, I don't even
know why, but these sound familiar.

I don't open my eyes, I keep them so
closed that I'm afraid
my tears might seal them that way.

Yesterday I saw them sew someone's
eyes shut, I wonder if they'll
do that too me, I don't even know
what I did that was that bad,
and by me, I mean Marco did.

The footsteps fade away, and my
vision gets darker
by the second until it's all pitch black,
the last thing I hear are people
screaming and crying. Some of them
are even dying, I might be one of them.

     •~~~~~~~~~~❀❀❀~~~~~~~~~~~•

I feel cold, ice cold water, pour all over
me, helping the fever I have,
but the ice blocks hitting my head don't

I start coughing, it was nice having some water, maybe I won't be as dehydrated.
"That was mean," I say with
a weak laugh, that didn't sound real.

Laughing, dark, sadistic, thick, kind of
hot, then an accent, very heavy, a little messy, not seductive at all but still "Sorry sweetie, what did you want us to do?"

I laugh and shake my head
"I'm not sure, why are you here?"
laughing echoing again.

I'm pulled up from the ground,
one hand on each arm,
I open my eyes and see two men,
both are very similar, one has dark
blue eyes and the other has light blue,

the one holding me has dark ones
that are paired with
light brown hair and some facial hair,
he looks..old, not very muscular

The other looks a few years younger,
with no facial hair, a few inches taller,
and has dark brown hair, he's smirking
at me, I don't understand why, I don't
even know the guy. "You came to us?"

the one holding me says "You specifically requested to speak with us." this is
them? They're younger than I thought.

I smile, happy that they're listening to
me "So, you're the Donovans?" they
nod, the one holding me looks annoyed
but not as stuck up as the other.

"I'm Ethan Donovan, the don of this
mafia, and that is my
brother who's second in power." I look between both of them,
realizing their serious, I start laughing.