Do Not Bother Me

Releasing out another weary sigh, Donovan pushed himself to his feet. Though his movements were measured, a ripple of unease spread through the group. Some of the prisoner's instinctively recoiled when he moved, their wary eyes betraying a tension they couldn't conceal.

Others, however, remained stubbornly indifferent, their expressions hardened by a lack of concern. To them, the boy's vulnerability was nothing more than an invitation to provoke, and it was a rare opportunity they couldn't afford to miss.

"Please," Donovan finally said, his voice hoarse and strained, like gravel dragged across stone. "Just let me be."