A Prisoner Tells No Tale (JAYPHEN)[DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Two

Stephen sighs as he walks into the cafeteria, smelling the horrible food in the air. The place was still laced in death, and he could tell it would take more than a few hours to clean this place properly.

He leans against the wall, not feeling up to eating.

"Hi, little dove." A voice cooes into his ear, the whisper sending chills down his cold neck.

"Jay! I told you to not do that!" He yells, trying to keep his cool.

The man chuckles, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to Stephen." You aren't going to eat?" He asks, already knowing the answer. He hasn't eaten in four days. He's been counting." You're already as skinny as a toothpick, if you're worrying about you being fat." The taller one remarks, teasing.

Stephen growled, but closed his eyes, cooling himself down." I've never been hungry, Jay..." he says quietly, his voice sounding like the day he arrived in that cell. Four days ago.

"When was the last time you ate again?" He asks, unsure if he was counting correctly.

Stephen shrugged." Everything goes fuzzy when all you can smell is death." He replies, earning a small laugh from Jay.

"Hey, Little Doll. Why is a sexy girl like you doing in a place like this?" An ugly man says, walking up to the two. He disregarded Jay, which was a big mistake on his part.

He has yellow teeth, a few rotten and a few missing. His hair was a greasy black. And he was short and round.

'Like a bouncy ball.' Stephen thought, chuckling out loud.

The man grins down to him." So how about you join me in the showers? I could use a good workout." The man says pervertedly.

Jay growls, about to walk forward when Stephen suddenly moves his arm in front of him. He looks up to him with his big puppy dog eyes.

Eyes he couldn't resist no matter what they looked like.

Happy, sad, playful, angry, alive...

Dead.