"Where were you yesterday?"
It was Hisoka again.
Hounding her.
Interrogating her.
"Around." She said, looking away from him.
The airship hummed gently.
They were half an hour away from their destination.
Gloves turned and pulled her knees towards her head.
She didn't want to remember.
Her mind refused her pleads.
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She had been in the prison for a year.
They used to come by and chat with her.
She used to talk freely.
They used to come by and eat with her.
She used to have food daily.
After that incident, she was alone.
Alone.
Always alone.
Scraps were thrown at her once a day.
She knew they wanted her to die.
But she survived.
She wanted to die.
But she survived.
Water kept dripping from her ceiling,
and mice kept scuttling into her cell.
They always carried cheese - even in a desolate place like that, Fate was cruel.
Gloves could not die.
She was not allowed to.
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