Nothing personal. Just business.
First person view. Short scene with original character in prison.
CW - suicide thoughs. Implied sexual assault.
I did not want them to let go. My fighting energy comes from my survival instincts. My legs kick like fish out of the water, and my toes extend down to grab the floor, just inches below. I struggle to break the ropes of the wrist feeling heavy each second, eyes starting to shut and my breath slowly deprived.
This is the moment I have been escaping on my entire life and has I gasp, I look at the man that is holding the rope, simply letting it go with a smile on his face.
The rope slurps like a whip, over the metal bar from the ceiling and I fall heavy on the ground. Without my hands to ease the fall, my chest takes all the damage. I clutch myself in fetal position has I cough and gasp for air. I could feel the tears slide down my cheeks, my eyes begging to stop.
The man silhouette hover on me, shadow by the bathroom light. Behind him, two other silhouettes appear, skinnier than him, but has equally threatening.
โI say we turn him upside down now and cut his skin little by little.โ One of the skinny man spoke with a thirst in his voice.
โNo! Itโs my turn now, Hans!โ The other skinny guy cracks the knuckles โI want him awake to feel this. Come on move away, you had your fun already.โ
The man who hold the rope earlier observe the situation, and only spoke when the other two began to be greedy.
โI was the one who brought the Regicide, pay me your share first and you will have your fun time.โ He fix the sleeves of his prisoner uniform, extending his hand to his colleagues.
โWhat? This is bullshit, you said we would share.โ
The thug smile and place his feet on top of my face, slowly applying pressure. The tension deformed my skin and muscles. The jaw twitch. I could not ask him to make stop. โPay or I'll crush him.โ
Hans snaps his tongue and reach the pocket of his orange pans, grabbing a pack of cigarettes. The thug shakes it and opens the lid.
โI hope your friend has more than this, otherwise you are wasting my time, and I do not like to waste my time.โ
โHey, hey, Mathias here has slippery hands.โ Hans step back to let his friend show a successful theft of a shiv.
โHope this is enough, but I will prefer to make use of it before giving it to youโ
โYoung lads like you, never stop to amaze me.โ The thug is satisfied with the exchange that the pressure on my face stops and before I could pause for a breathing, I get surprised with a punch down my chin. An electric charge burst through my body still finding energy to keep me awake.
โEasy lad. You begin like that and you shut down my business.โ The thug contains a laugh. โThere will be time for punching and cutting, we can't do what comes to our mind. This is a team job, don't you think so Mr. Regicide? Where would you like us to begin? With the shiv? Punch? Or are we hanging again?โ
A shiver runs down my body and the blood from the nose reaches my tongue. Seeing I was not responding the thug grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back and whispers to my ear.
I don't remember what exactly, all I know is that my body shut down and my mind erase the events of that night. I felt my senses gradually silencing the words, my vision blurring, and my skin numb. When I finally wake up to my senses, I was alone in the cantina prison with shame rising inside. The prisoners whisper amongst them, as they keep their eyes on me. I look at my food tray but wasnโt hungry.
At least for a long while.
