WARNING: This story contains sensitive themes such as torture, rape, child abuse, etc. and heavy spoilers, especially for Seven's route and Secret Endings 1 and 2. Reader discretion advised, please proceed with caution.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mystic Messenger. All credits to Cheritz.
CHAPTER 8
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How long…?
Memories faded like the mist…
The same routine each and every single day.
Pass the jail rooms.
Strange. This time a woman screeched in agony as the sound of the men's anguished laughter resounded in the air. A melody of sorrow, combined with her tears. They meet one another's eyes for a second, hers glazed in emptiness and his filled in anger. He quickly turns away, unable to do anything but listen.
Listen to the song of suffering.
A young man was crying in one of the cells, red splattering against the cobblestone. An older, buffer man raised their fist at him, blow after blow showed no mercy. He stared at the scene with loathing, phantom pain rushing through his nerves.
In the adjacent cell, a brunette mumbled desperately under her breath, face burnt and flesh peeling away from her tanned skin. Cradling herself back and forth, he watched her break into a sob just as he would do on normal days.
The noise fades as he reaches the same room.
She's there again, this time whispering how oddly persistent he was being in holding on to foolish hopes. It starts.
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WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME HERE ALONE?
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"Saeran, do you want some ice cream?"
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Scream…
Scream in pain.
The same routine each and every single day.
