'The plan was simple'

I clutch my candy shiv tightly an approach Church who's standing, back towards me. Talking to a guard.

'The plan was easy and fullproof'

I draw back an punch the back of his head, in a way that looked more deadly than the small amount of force I actually exerted.

He falls to the ground and turns, just as I jump onto him and pretend to try and stab him.

'The plan worked'

The guard kicked me in the head and I lost consciousness.

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I wake up, in a cell. My ankles shackled together. My wrists to my ankles, with a length of chain just over two feet connecting them. So I wasn't hunched, but I couldn't get comfortable.

I glance around, I'm in a 8' by 8' room cold steel room. With only a urinal in the corner. An a cot hanging off the wall.

There was one door, steel, bolted, with two small hatches. One at around eye level. Another down by the ground.

"Hello?" I call out. Forgetting to mask my voice.

"Hello?! " I shout louder.

No one responds.

"ANYONE?!" I scream.

My voice echo's briefly before dying out.

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I stare at the walls.

At the floor.

At the ceiling.

Eyes searching every crack.

Until I've scoured every inch of the room.

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The lights suddenly have gone out. I don't know what time it is. I don't feel tired though.

I stay awake an think.

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I have no idea what time it is. I'd have to guess midday.

A tray of food was slid in, what I can only imagine was an hour ago.

Moldy bread with a piece of cheese between the slices. An a cup of water.

I did not deign to eat any.

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The lights have gone out again.

And for lack of tiredness, I've taken to singing.

Like 'hush now little bird'

'Fallen angel'

The game of thrones tune.

Basically anything I could remember.

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The lights are on again. The tray of food from before is gone.

A new one in its place.

I eye the moldy sandwich. I'm so hungry. I crawl towards it. My shackles clanking noisly.

I lift the bread an sniff cautiously. It smells odd. I look closer. An notice a white substance smeared into the bread.

At first I think mayo. But then I realize what it is an shriek. Throwing the bread away and scrambling back to the cot. Beginning to cry inconsolably.

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I managed to get some spotty sleep, when the door is swung open. Two guards stride in.

I look up. Every thing dizzy. I'm grabbed tightly and thrown to my feet. "Where- where are we going?" I manage. But they don't respond.

I'm marched roughly down a hall. Oh, did I forget to mention. I'm barefoot an wearing only the thin solitary confinement clothes.

As we walk I glance to the left an see A face I've longed for. Locus. He stops midstep. The guards try and shove an usher him forward. But his eyes are locked on me.

I reach lightly to him when one of my guards pulls his Handler 12. A peice of crooked metal and hooks my arm. Its design, is to break your arm as easily as possible.

"Keep moving"

I let out an 'ow ow ow', while moving. My arm being twisted awkwardly. My other connected to it with chains.

I'm led to a room with only a number reading , 12. Before I'm thrown in unceremoniously.

I stumble in, before falling into something warm. I look up.

"Andersmith!"

I go to rush back from him. He shushes me an pulls me close. Pressing me to his body an petting my head. I struggle to not vomit on him. His presence making me uncomfortable beyond reason.

"Vanta, silly Vanta. You never should've gotten yourself locked up in here. OH WAIT! I've got something for you." He SAys quickly. Grabbing a silver thermos from a table. As well as a spoon to hand to me.

He twists off the top an the scent of chicken noodle soup hits my nose.

Immediately I'm salivating. My hungry body betraying me. He laughs, a cold metal sound and I stiffen as he puts his hand dangerously low on my back. "It's all for you sweetheart. Go on. Eat up."

I stiffen an look at him. His face was twisted dangerously But I was so hungry.

I didn't care.

I cautiously start eating . my bites getting more ravenous. As he coos over me.

"Good girl. That's it I know, it's been three days. That's it, eat up. Eat it all." I pause mid bite to look at him, he was staring at me with eagerness.

Too much eagerness.

"You've done something to it." I say slowly.

He holds eye contact with me a bit longer. Before starting to deny the claim.

My eyes widen as he lies poorly and I drop the thermos. It clangs loudly, bouncing before rolling sideways along the floor. Hot broth sloshing out and pooling beneath onto the concrete.

His eyes narrow. "You shouldn't have done that."

I shake my head an start moving away from him. "What do you want from me."

His hand darts forward to grip my shoulder an hold me In place. "Tsk tsk. Oh little bird. Tell me. How much do you even know, about this little mission of yours." He traces my cheek with his thumb before moving away fast, like a cat toying with a mouse.

I gulp. Choosing to remain silent.

He moves to the door an begins bolting an locking it.

"I asked, you a QUESTION. IT'S RUDE NOT TO ANSWER." A small sound of fear escapes me.

"I um. I'm supposed to-to find out, who is sneaking in the contraband and who- who is building a bomb."

He nods an starts walking to the other side of the room where the canister had rolled. "Andersmith are you the one?" I ask softly.

He begins cackling,"Indeed I am. Thought you'd never figure it out." He picks up the can an tosses it casually into a bin for trash.

I gulp an look around the room. There's nowhere for me to escape. Even if I could with these shackles.

"Why? You're a cop why woul-"

"A COP? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY THAT DIMWITTED?" He shouts suddenly in my face. "I was never a cop! That stupid director decided to choose one guard at random to join in his little posse to find the infiltrator. Just my luck he chose me. Little ole, desperate to please, well mannered Jo-enes Andersmith. Heh."

I gulp. Eyeing the weapons on his utility belt. "What- what are you going to do with me." I ask firmly.

I begin feeling dizzy. As if I'm tired. But I'm wide awake.

"Well it seems you not reporting in is causing quite a bit of disturbance up top. And we don't need them sending anymore cops to check on you. And I can't kill you."

He stalks away laughing. "You know-that fool. Whizz? He put up a good fight." I glare at the back of his head.

"I'll keep you alive. And I'll write fake reports for you to turn in. Aside from that, you're mine. To do with as I please."

He turns to me and starts to touch my clothed breast.

I jump to my feet as he does so. But i wobble, I grab the pepper spray from his belt. Spraying it awkwardly from my waist where my hands could be held highest. The stream manages to strike his eyes.

I begin screaming, crying desperately for help and hopping towards the door. But I stumble an fall. The soup, whatever was in it is doing this to me.

As im scrambling on the floor I'm grabbed by the back of my shirt picked up, before thrown down again.

I cry out an try to scramble away on my belly. When he grabs the back of my head by my short hair.

"You fucking bitch. I'll teach you." He groans. I begin screaming louder for help. From anyone. But he grabs my mouth. I try to bite. To scream. To do anything.

But I can't. I can't move.

As he pushes me into the floor. My face in the cold wet spilled soup. I begin sobbing.

Unable to stop him. Unable to do anything.

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Two strange guards throw me back into my cell from before. My head colliding lightly with the wall as they litterly throw me.

I scramble away to the wall beside the hard,, cold and smelly cot.

Crying not so quietly.

"Ah shut it black. The treatments aren't that bad!" One sneers before slamming the metal door holding me in the room.

I continue crying. For a few minutes before I hear something.

"Vanta?"

I look around my room terrified. "What!? Who's-who's there?!"

But I'm still Alone. In my cold dark concrete room. "Am I going crazy?" I ask quietly to myself as I bring my knees to my chest.

"No. I'm here." I gasp. Recognizing Locus's voice.

"Locus! Where-where are you?"

"I'm here. Look at your vent."

I look at the base of the wall beside me. And sure enough, there's a small foot by half a foot vent.

It must lead to another room.

"Locus! Why didn't you talk to me before, and what happened to you, we gotta get out of here! Do they let us out for good behavior or-"

"Vee, calm down. It's alright take a breath."

I realize I've started sobbing through my words. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just- I can't take this. I can't."

A moments silence passes, with only me crying. "What'd he do to you ?" Locus asks softly.

I bite my lip shaking my head.

"Vanta? Come on. What'd he do?"

I splutter, face drenched in tears. "He raped me." I whisper brokenly.

"I'll kill him."

"Locus i-"

"No. Vanta. I already know what you are. And I promise you. I will kill him. Effectively. Slowly. Painfully."

"He will pay for what he's done. He's a dead man walking."

:: Author note::

Locus 52

Felix 45

Wash 20