Note : Brief return to poor Angel's version of the events. Occurring at the same time as the previous chapter, just in a different part of the building.
I stared at the wall to my cell blankly, wishing the dull ache in my stomach would go away. I wished they would feed me once in a while. It had been seven weeks since they had first gotten me and they had only fed me a dozen or so times. Unfortunately for me, I could technically survive on such a meager diet, though it was by no means comfortable. It just meant I wouldn't die just yet. I was painfully thin, each of my ribs visible beneath my shirt. My hair, now mid-way down my back, was knotted and gross from lack of care. I felt awful, I looked awful, and I smelt awful. Right then, I wanted nothing more than to leave this wretched place and go home to the lair, to feel my four brothers' arms around me, and to feel safe for the first time in over a month.
Suddenly there was a large crash upstairs. I flinched instinctively, more out of force of habit than any fear of getting hurt. The guards had gotten vicious in the last few days and now, more than ever, the message was engrained in my brain: nobody can be trusted. The few guards that had been somewhat decent to me had been the cruelest to me in the end, a twisted sort of irony. I was broken and ashamed, but most of all I was afraid. Afraid of those around me, afraid of the place I was in, and afraid of what the future had in store. Hun and his cronies hinted that they had a nasty surprise for me—I had accepted the fact that they might kill me. At this point, anything would be better than the hell I was in now.
There was shouting. Lots of shouting. I heard gunshots. So many gunshots. This was it. I could feel myself shutting down, blocking the world out as the fear of what lie upstairs overtook me.
I must survive!
I am ready to die.
Mustn't let them get to me!
Take me away from here…
Stay away…
Stay…
Silent tears streamed down my face, willing the deamons to come and wishing they would stay away. But who were the deamons?
