10 -Chapter : 10-The little voices-

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It's nice to meet new people... Sometimes. Sometimes you just want to stab them with a pencil when they speak... It happens to the best of us.

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-Chapter 10- -Little creature: Point of view -

It has been twenty-four hours since Mr.Grumpy has left me in my new cell. It was not a really big one, either.

My back was pressed against the hard cold grey wall, I'm just sitting here on an uncomfortable mattress that is laid on the grey concrete floor.

You would have imagined that I would've at least been alone in this small cell room... But nope, I was wrong.

From across the cell room- there was someone curled up in a ball, laying in a small mattress chained by one of his ankles. That person back was facing me.

He was large enough not to fit on the small bed... It's so cute. I'm amused that he's even sleeping in such a position. He looks like a little bunny curled up, like that on the small mattress.

I just wonder if he would get startled if he sees me staring at him... Like a hungry lion to a defenseless sleepy bunny?

I can hear the sound of his breath, every time he took a large gulp of air, in or out. How his chest rises and falls with complete ease. His bare tan muscular back that is facing me, is full of big and small scars.

I wonder, why is he even here?

What did he do so bad, to be locked up in such a small cell with no windows?

One of his ankles is chained by a thick chain to the concrete floor. He must be more dangerous than me if they have to chain him like that.

Not even the other people that were chained to the wall had such thick chains, holding them up.

A few hours ago, it was so damn noisy that it was starting to give me a headache- random people were crying out in complete pain, like if they were standing in a lake of fire.

Many of them asked for forgiveness, trying to make the pain stop, knowing damn well that those' human-looking things' don't care.

I wonder... What are those things are going to do to me?

What is Mr. Pretty eyes doing right now?

Or what is Mr.Grumpy doing at this very moment? Why does Mr.Grumpy take so damn long to come back and play?

I thought that he enjoyed my company.

Who am I kidding, I don't like me, either.

A low dangerous growl is heard, I snap myself from my thoughts and look at the source of the noise. Oh, look who just woke up in a bad mood... The cute bunny.

His dark brown eyes held hatred and disgust, his eyes are so dark that I can see my own reflection in them. His snow-white mid-shoulder-length, curly hair was in a messy state.

His jaw muscles are clenched so tightly it makes his jawline look even more defined. He is like a piece of art... So unbelievably beautiful.

My greedy eyes travel down the masterpiece. Damn even his upper bare body is art, lucky bastard.

I wonder what the bottom half looks like?

When I was about to look down, he dared to interrupt me!

Can you believe the audacity he has, my fellow readers?

"Keep your eyes up here, human, " he said in such a low sexy tone, that it sends shivers down my spine. I snapped my gaze up at him, and... Jeez, his intense glare was eaten at me.

"Can you blame me? You are extremely nice to look at. Don't blame me for looking at you Mr.Art."

He frowns and says "That's not my name, human. Don't you even dare, call me that, again."

"What is your name then, Mr. ?"I look up at him with a small smile spreading across my face. He doesn't even hesitate and replies with a rude ass reply.

All I wanted to do is stand up and choke him to death. But who am I kidding there's no way, on earth that I can hurt him with just my bare hands.

Plus, He's three times more physically bigger than me.

"It's none of your damn business, you worthless human." Welp, look who just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, today. He was just asking for it at this point.

'How should you kill him, Mathilda?

Come on, now... Don't be shy, it would be fun right? You know it will be, it always is.

You're such a scaredy-cat, sometimes. You must do what you were born to do, little angel.' That was all the little voices kept repeating in my little head over and over again.

"Look, tough guy, if you don't want any problems you better change that little tone of yours. Got that?" The danger that I felt a few minutes ago went out the door. I hate people like this...basically everyone.

"I don't care if you're three-time stronger than me. But trust me- I will find a way to destroy you in ways you never thought, it was possible before, tough-guy."

He doesn't even dare talk back to me, that's what I thought. He leans his back on the wall without taking his eyes off me.

He opens his mouth to say something but quickly closes it back up. When the concrete door opens.

A young blonde man walks into the room pushing a big steel food cart, while two older guys stand by the door making sure that nothing goes down.

The young man takes a plate and a plastic spoon and places it on the right side of the bed and he did the same to the asshole on the other side of the grey room.

Oddly the young man has black gloves on... That's so freaking weird.

Then the young guy walks out pushing the food cart out of the room. And the two guys shut the door behind him. I look at the plate of food, it doesn't contain any sweet food.

Everything on the plastic plate contained tasteless food- mash potato with peas and spinach. Shit, they even added broccoli.

Even the food here gives you a sense of torture. At least at the other prison, they use to give you gravy with it.

I looked at the asshole, he was observing me with curiosity.

Damn, why is everyone looking at me like that?

Like... Another species that they never saw before?

Jeez.

" What? " I rudely asked him. He doesn't even respond back to me, he just keeps staring at me.

Such a weirdo... like me. Why do I keep meeting weirdos, lately?

We're all weirdos one way or another, right?

Damn it, why do I keep asking so many stupid questions?

He looks at his plate and I know what he's thinking. I feel you, bro. I feel you on a spiritual level... But you're still an asshole... Well, everyone here is an asshole, even me. But you're still a bigger asshole, bro.

'Can you just shut up?' A little angry voice said in my head. Sometimes the voices in my head get annoyed with me... Crazy right? It should be the other way around.

I took the plate of plain food and began to eat it. I know it sucks, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do to survive out in these streets.

It's called the survival of the fittest.

'Can you please just, shut the fuck up?' The little voice whines again.

No can do, I'm the narrator of this book, so suck it up, sweetie-pie.

Gazing back at the dude, that is on the other side of the room still staring at me quietly. Oddly, I see him not touching his food at all.

All he's doing is watching me, waiting for something... But what?

Why the fuck is he watching me like that?

'Probably sweetie, the food that you're eating right now is poison. ' The little voice chuckles out. I completely stop eating the food- at the realization that it could possibly be drugged, putting me in a weak state.

Shit. I ate three-fourths of the food that was on the plate. I quickly place the food on the mattress and gaze back at the dude, who just sits there staring at me.

"What?" Jeez, this guy doesn't answer. A moment ago, he didn't want me to talk to him or even look at him.

But, yet... He does the things that he doesn't want people to do to him... Hypocrite much.

My body began to feel like I have been running all day. My vision slowly became blurry and unfocused. My chest started to feel heavy like if oxygen was running out of the room.

As my heartbeat thumped harder in my chest like a thunder hitting a tree or anything on its path.

My eyes felt like someone was forcing my eyelid shut and trying to put a piece of tape, so it wouldn't reopen again.

Slowly, I lose my strength to keep my eyes open and darkness consumes me into his cold arms.

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What do you girls and boys think about Mr.Art man? 😆