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Hands gripped my arms, leaving dark bruises as I was jerked out of my dark cell. The hood keeping me from seeing anything, and I felt my body rush forward before being pulled back up.

"Steady" A calm voice whispered, and I moved my head to the one voice that didn't hold any malice. A warm hand pressed lightly on my shoulder, gently pushing me forward.

"Take a step down here." He whispers again, my foot immediately following his instructions. The hand tightens its hold, forcing me to stand still as I hear metal hitting together. Someone roughly grabs my ankles and hooks the cold handcuffs around my feet.
Someone shoves me, and this time I land on my side, barely having time to turn my face to avoid falling on it. I want to be able to see their faces see how their expressions could give their intentions away, but it's too dark. This blasted hood felt just like the cell, and I was entirely defensively only leaving the sense of smell behind.

Musky with hints of a metallic that kept reminding me of blood. I shudder to try to curl my body on the floor.

"Was that necessary?" The soft male voice asks.

"Yes, now pick her up." Hard hands gripped the straps on my back and hurled me to my feet. Without warning the hood is jerked off my head and I'm blinded by a white light, as they inspect my eyes. Dark masks cover their eyes.

Cowards, I think glaring at the man who held my chin. He steps back, and the hood is back on my head, my vision gone completely. I keep my head down, looking at my feet underneath the hood.

A hand pushes me forward, and this time, I do stop, keeping my feet planted on the ground. The hand pushes hard, and no one should walk blind. A pinch lands on my side and I jump away, bumping into more body armor. I can feel a cold sweat soak into my shirt. My brain was straining to hear any sound of approaching feet or breath.

I'm a sitting duck. Something hard sticks into my back.

"Walk, or I will tase you and drag your body to your cell." Slowly we start shuffling forward, the shackles around my ankles felt heavy as the dragged against the smooth floor. I could feel my chest rise and sink as I take long, slow exhales. Calming myself is the priority, fear means mistakes, and I've made too many of them lately. Hands gripped my shoulders as they lead me down a long twisting hallway. I try to keep track of every turn, but after the fifth turn left, I couldn't tell where I was anymore.

The darkness was surrounding me. It encompassed everything. It ate up everything in its path. It did not give me any mercy. As a child, I used to wake in the night and wish for the sun. The darkness worried me, and my imagination would always supply the many beasts with fantastical sharp jaws and teeth that lurked beyond the range of vision, waiting to pounce on me. Little did I know I would come to love those creatures I called monsters.

We went inside the complex, slow, silent. The air inside was different, and for a moment, I was unable to put my finger on why. Then it occurred to me, the smell of blood was gone, there was no sound of people or water dripping, nothing but the eerie silence. But that wasn't the worst of it. This place is just walls, walls, and giant empty rooms. My breathing picked up as I saw the light hit my feet, showing the dirty white slippers that covered the bloodied stumps.

And then all of a sudden screams pierced the air startling me. I moved my head back and forth, trying to shake the hood off me, the hands gripped my arms tightly, unyielding.

"Calm down." A guard growled yanking my arm forward. I had never been claustrophobic before, but in that mighty swell of the sound of humanity, I felt the panic rise in my chest. When the guards moved I had to also, my feet failing to keep up and I risked the threat of being trampled by the guards behind me.

"FRESH MEAT!" A gruff male voice shouted towards my left. Wet kissing sounds echoed throughout the room as more slanders and catcalls were shouted out. I could tell the crowd was massive, the cheering and hollering droned in my ear like strong waves against the cliff rocks. I felt a lump in my heart. Apart of me wanted to run back into the cold dark cell, with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. A man chuckled next to my ears.

"Wait till they get a look at you, little doll." A guard mocked. Under the hood, my eyes widened as tears threatened to fall out.

No! I scold myself I will not cry, I can't give anyone that satisfaction. I promise myself, but a part of me wonders if I will be able to keep that vow.

"Word of advice, change your name and..." A voice whispers, pausing to move closer to my ear. I keep my head straight, not wanting to give anything away, "Find Nyx." My breath hitched when I heard his advice.

Change my name? Why? Were there people who knew me...who knew him? Who was Nyx? Will he be able to help me? Hundreds of questions flooded my mind, making my headache. I focused on the pain, hoping it would anchor me to this new world I have been thrust into and pounding, throbbing, like a toothache in your brain, right between the eyes.

"OPEN CELL 2597!" A guard shouted behind me, someone jerked me to a stop, and I fought the growl that wanted to escape from my throat. A loud buzzing sounded in front of me and metal clanged against metal as a door opened.

"Prisoner 655, face up against the wall with your hands in the air!" The voice ordered again.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know the drill, Sarge." A rough female voice grumbled with annoyance. Light attacked my vison as the hood was yanked off my head. A man removed the shackles around my ankle, and for a few brief seconds, I felt ten pounds lighter. It only took seconds to analyze the small cell that would now be my home.

The jail cell was nothing like I'd been expecting. I heard about jail cells from strangers on the sheets. I'd been expecting there to be creaking metal bunks, a small barred window and a surly cell-mate who becomes like a sister to me. I wasn't expecting the broken chips of concrete in a black cold cell. I wasn't expecting the small dirty blankets that laid on the dark floor, and a small plastic bucket to the far corner, away from the sheets. Nothing like I'd been expecting at all. The cells in solitary had been nicer and cleaner than this one.

Everything in here is hard and cold. There is nothing to give back the body here that was being stolen. The reality of being caged begins to sink in. A bundle of cloth was thrown at me, laying limply by my feet. I back away from the guards staring blankly at me. A reedy male voice comes through the mask.

"Get changed." I stare at the bundle of clothes back at the men and at the burly girl up against the wall. They've got to be kidding me. I turn and feel the eyeballs press into my back as I curl my arms around my body. They intend to watch. I stay standing there, arms crossed tighter. "Get changed, or we'll do it for you." I want to laugh it off, but they are deadly serious.

"Do it." A female voice whispers, I look up to see the burly woman stare at me, a look of pity in her dark green eyes, she jerks her head down to the clothes and mouths 'Now' before moving her head back to the wall. I lift my chin, stubbornly, and take a deep breath before yanking the dirty shirt over my head. I change quickly but not before hearing a series of hoots and hollers.

Sickos! I think bitterly, shoving my legs into the scratchy fabric. Even though these clothes were significantly cleaner than the rags from before I felt dirty, violated even. I throw the clothes back to the guards and they pick the cloth up before slamming the door, an audible click sounded before they chuckled and walked away.

"I thought those bastards would never leave." the female voice roared, I jumped backing far away.

"Woah, little lady, relax I didn't mean to scare ya." She said, giving me a warm smile before offering her hand to me, I could see the plastic tubs also covering her black fingernails.

"Names Xareni, but everyone here calls me Ren." She says, slowly I move closer to her, extending my arm. I give a shy smile.

"Vik," I whisper, giving her the first three letters of my last name.

"Nice to meet ya Vik, welcome to Aeternum Prison." She gives a toothy smile, plastic covering here brownish teeth. And I move my head to stare out the bars.

"Thanks," I whisper dryly, examining the bars, they were extremely thick and I knew I couldn't break any of those. I couldn't even see a small vent where I could try to squeeze through. But there has to be a way. I know there is, I know I will have to find a way to die soon. That realization felt like a little ray of hope. And hope was all I have.

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YAY!!! ANOTHER CHAPTER IS UP!!! I really hope you all like this chapter!!! Let me know what you all think of it!!

I really appreciate all the feedback from my readers!! I want to be able to provide thrilling stories for everyone to read!!

Please note I do not condone suicide, I am only writing about this because everyone is reincarnated as soon as they pass away.

Also, I will be uploading pictures of the characters very soon, the only reason I am not doing it now is that I want Zillah aka Vik to describe the characters and I want to work on descriptions in my writing.

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