A/N: YES THERE ARE NOTE AT THE START OF THIS CHAPTER. Because I have some material in here that might be triggering for people with violence and hints of sexual violence (While trying to keep the Teen Rating). I toned it down from my original draft but I also understand that some people might not want to read it. So, I am making a separate chapter for it. If you do not want to read it- SKIP THIS CHAPTER. GO RIGHT TO THE NEXT ONE.

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Sasha wheezed as he looked out at the chaos prisoners were turning on each other mostly. He breathed as he forced himself back up, focus. Show some pride.

'Remember, its just a physical wound.' He thought to himself, even though he kept on telling himself that, it still hurt. His knees still shook, he wanted to curl up- but he knew curling up would only open himself up for more ridicule. For someone else to see him as something to hurt. He blinked a few slow long times, to try and blink away the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. They were only attacking him because they could. They didn't see him as a person.

One man came up, a man who was large because of letting his muscles go soft and settle around his waist and pinned Sasha's hands against the bars of the cell, breathing heavily into his neck. Sasha felt the man grope him over the fabric of his pants. Sasha felt bile form in the back of his throat as the man smirked against the flesh of his neck.

"Remember me?" No, no Sasha didn't. Too many faces he had seen in courts or in crowds. "You killed my girl." The man pulled his hands away. Sasha still couldn't put a name to the face, he had killed plenty before in his line of duty, being in situations like he had been in wouldn't make his hands clean from blood. But eventually, the faces remain and meld and become things to chew at you late at night. "Now, I need a replacement girl. Sasha's a pretty name for a punk, don't you think?"

Sasha struggled to get away the best he could as the man laughed as Sasha kicked out, fighting against the sedatives the best he could. The man laughed as he pushed against Sasha and started to undo the German's belt. Blea laughed some, somewhere Levi was mentioning it was getting more Shawshank now. Sasha felt his pants being pushed down and forcefully pulled off. The bottle of smelling salts hitting Blea's foot. He picked it up.

"Well, aren't we lucky? You don't get to miss a moment now." He rested the bottle in the pocket of his own pants. The large man pushed Sasha roughly around, pressing himself against the thinner man.

"Nah, I don't want to stick it in you." He said after a few moments. "But I am sure someone is desperate enough, so I got you ready."

Sasha was breathing heavy, the man slapped Sasha backside as if this was all a fun little joke as the German now tried to get away. Blea sighed.

"Want my help? I can get your pants back on, get someone to get rid of the cuffs keeping you there, and all you have to do is let me free."

Sasha shook his head no. He couldn't let a murderer out on the streets like this.

"So, you're into this stuff then?" the man chuckled. "You want to see it happen? I should have known it." Blea said as Sasha heard someone else come up.

"Am I interrupting anything?" It was a younger voice.

"Nope, Smith just got Nein ready for his fans." Blea said, his voice made Sasha think of oil. It made him think when he would eat too much meat and felt like he could feel the oils separate from his stomach acid and floating on top of it. Sasha tried to pull away, wondering if it would be safer to face the crowd out to keep his back turned. On one hand, if he faced it he would feel less vunerable but on the other hand, people would be able to tell just who he was and that might be a call for action. But on the other hand, if he stayed turned around he might be seen as a target but no actively sought out.

"Fuckin' Naught." The younger voice heard. "I was just playing with some fire, your kind shouldn't have put me in here." He said as Sasha felt something wet on his feet. It smelled like nail polish remover. He felt the grate underneath this feet become slippery but luckily he wasn't standing in a puddle.

Sasha then heard a match get lit and tossed at his feet. Sasha didn't know what happened next besides that he quickly moved and stepped down on his own feet to put out the fire as he finally slunk down, he couldn't maintain standing on his feet like this as he turned to look at his feet. They were burned. Luckily it looked like he put it out quick enough to be second degree. Blea was laughing as was the other.

"Can't stand a little heat?" Sasha turned to look at the voice. He was from one of Che's cases. A little firebug of a pyrokentic, so in response, they sent a big firebug of a pyrokentic. The young man smiled down at Sasha as he grabbed the pole Blea used earlier and swung it at Sasha's back. Then at his arms positioned now above his head, Sasha knew he felt a bone break at that as he cried out in pain. Everything seemed silent to the agent besides that sound, the boy brought the pole up again, and down again with just as much force before, against his back. Against his ribs. Pryokentics felt their emotions stronger than others- their emotions burned. And usually when they were younger, they wanted things to match how they felt- even it was just in the corner of their minds.

"Woah, woah." Blea said, "Don't kill him. If the HQ heard he got killed, they would kill everyone in here." At least Blea had a clue about him, the young man stopped for a moment. Sasha tried to breathe deeply to try and stay calm and he couldn't. The boy broke one of his ribs. Sasha knew he had to take shallow breaths and that wasn't helping him.

"I want him dead." The young man spat out to Blea. "His entire lot should be destroyed. They fucking keep us down for what? I just got rid of abandoned buildings."

"And I got rids of a few sluts, and you see I'm here too." Blea reminded him.

"I want him destroyed."

"Then destroy him. Just keep him alive. He can be a bargaining ticket if all else fails." Blea wanted out of here, and he would use everything he could to get it to happen. Sasha wouldn't want this man back out. He deserved to be caged up. With the rest of the lot in here. They were not in here because they were misunderstood or their mommies didn't hug them enough, they were in here because they made choices. Bad choices.

Everyone in here. Including himself. The felt a shoe to his stomach as he tried to curl up into it, Sasha tried to breathe deeply keep calm. Keep a level head, trying and figure out how to look less pathetic.

The young man then made a choice in here himself.

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Cole threw up once, when the young man burned Sasha's feet. Levi pulled him close as Sasha was assaulted. "Okay, you should have made the bet. It did go more for Shawshank." He pointed at the screen. "They better not kill him you know. You see, I want to keep him alive. Why? Fuck him that's why. Well, someone already did that, but who is keeping tally?"

"Can I go now?" Cole asked, swallowing some more bile. "I did what you asked."

Levi shook his head. "Nope, because here is the thing, if I am stuck in here and the agency shows up. You're my ticket. I am doing you a huge solid here. So just enjoy the show. You even said it to him, its nothing personal. You just didn't lock him up properly – everyone else went to town on him. " Levi was trying to disperse the guilt, it made Cole think of the execution squads who would have one real bullet and a bunch of blanks amongst them. So no one could say: I killed a man. But in this case it would be: I destroyed a man.

"Remember, he had this coming to him. He went out of his way to put others down. Instead of helping them, he went to court to toss them in here. Think about it, the entire group sucks. Now the prisoners who you all could have rehabilitated are now running the joint, they are biting the ones who hurt them. But instead of a few per person, it's the entire prison against one. And others. A lot of them seem more concerned about their revenge for things done in here than out here."

"Because the things done in here is what got them stuck for life." Cole said. "Very few are in here for life from the Agency, just felons. The murders are stuck in here for life, yes."

"So, Nein's killed. He is now getting his punishment for that."

Cole watched as someone started to carve a word in the Agent's back. Blood bubbling up and pouring down the man's sides. Then that man was shoved to the side so a blind fold could be slipped over Sasha's eyes. They didn't want him to snitch later on if he happened to survive.

It was quick, it was ugly, Sasha knew in a situation like this it would have probably happen. But once it was done, Sasha was shaking. The young man laughing. Blea just shrugged, he didn't care actually either way.

"Well, now want to be covered by me instead of by those other men? You know as they get more riled up, less excited about this they will get madder they are in here." Sasha looked down the grate to the level right below him it seemed someone used the puddle of acetone to burn some papers they found, before shoving someone's face into the fire. Sasha wanted to vomit as he watched the man stop moving, he also was glad a part of him was focused on something besides pain.

"No." Sasha said, his voice rough from screaming. Blea blinked.

"Really? What the ever-loving fuck." The man growled. "Fine. That's how you want to play. Rather get fucked instead of helping me. Fine get fucked." Blea whistled.

"News flash. We have a Psychonaut up here and he is asking for it."

Silence. The people murmured among themselves some not caring, others deciding they had an effigy now. They had something to destroy like they imagined the agency destroying them.

The grating shook as people stormed up the stairs to get to the agent, Blea being pushed off and landing on the ground with a wet crack as his neck broke from the fall. Sasha heard them talking, about everything they were going to do to him. Some staring in shock at the sight before them, Sasha fucking Nein, the poster boy of the Agency , feet burned red , gross bruising, the signs of assault on him already.

Sasha felt another kick to his side, someone else bringing their foot down into his face. Sasha tasted blood. Sasha felt some of his teeth break as he spat out some along with some blood.

Sasha looked at the group around him. About two he knew, the other five he didn't. They all looked like they were presented a meal.

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Sasha now couldn't help it, he was shaking, he felt tears coming. He was trying his best, trying to school himself. Even with the cloth over his eyes and feeling them going after him. He struggled to move, be less venerable. He heard the sneers from the prisoners as he moved to a sitting postion. Then the pain of one of them bringing the pole down onto his leg. He had this sort of pain before, he could ID it easily, a broken leg.

He wondered, if he just stopped responding if they would stop with him and move onto other things. Like animals with toys. Stop playing back and they would stop chewing. Focus on anything else.

Sasha decided to try and retreat inwards, to his mental landscape. To the starry sky with the flashes of color dancing across it. To the cube where everything was packed neatly in. Before the stench of his own smelling salts pulled him out once more.

"Where do you think you were going?" a man jeered. Sasha felt something loop around his throat and tugged tightly on it. "You're going to enjoy every second of whats done with you." He tugged again choking Sasha. Sasha reflexed to try and grab it, but all it did was tug his wrists tighter into the handcuffs, he felt blood pooling up around that.

"Ask me anything man. Want to know whats going to happen next? Our goal?"

"What time is it?"

"The fuck?" the man asked. "You are about to get fucked up more and you want to know the time? You trying to time yourself here? Its 1am." So he had been in here for about two hours then. Sasha felt a little bit of a flame near is side as he twitched away from it. Someone else chuckled.
"He moves quickly when you do this."

"Of course he does, dumbass. He is being burned."