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Nick shivered softly as the winter wind blew into his jail cell. The small hole was too high for him to reach and cover up. So, he merely shivered softly by himself as he waited. Waited for who? Red, of course. A guard informed him Red would come in a few hours. Should Nick believe this man? Who knows. Maybe it was a hallucination. Nick felt like his sanity was slipping away, honestly. Which actually wouldn't be so far fetched of an idea. Nick had lost track of time after around the first month or two. Three? Who knows at this point. Nick snapped out of his daydreams as a short young woman opened Nick's 'cage', and grabbed Nick's shirt collar. Which was quite torn apart from previous encounters with guards like herself. Surprisingly, Nick wasn't used as a punching bag for stress and frustration. Instead, the woman hoisted the weak boy up, and half dragged him out of the cell. Nick stumbled behind her, giving an accidental psychotic looks to the other innocent lives. Nick's eyes couldn't help but dart all around at every single detail. Sad thing was, this was only the corridor he had spent months in. He'd probably start a killing spree if he went to a carnival. If carnivals were still around. As Nick's mind began to float away into the clouds, he was harshly snapped back into reality.

"Stand straighter, peasant boy," the woman hissed, raising her handgun to show what she had to offer. Nick made his posture more proper and sophisticated as to avoid being brutally ambushed in such a weak state. The female smirked and muttered something under her breath. Nick couldn't quite catch what she had said, though he assumed she had mentioned something about him, what he was doing wrong. Eventually after a small walk, (which had taken Nick's energy) they had reached a wooden entrance that covered something, or someone. Presumably, Red stood behind the doors, getting ready for this 'meet up'. If one could call it that. The lady who had brought Nick here began shaking as a loud bang was heard behind the doors, an angry shout following. Although it didn't phase Nick, he could feel himself growing nervous.

She knocked once. Twice.

"S-sir?" the lady asked softly. The door slammed open.

"God fucking dammit Sydney, I told you-....oh, I see," Red smirked as he realized what the visit was for.

"I apologize Sydney, you'll get extra food this week. And you are coming with me~," Red said slyly, dragging Nick into the room. Nick found it strange that Red would address the woman by her actual name instead of 'ma'am' but decided it would be best to not question it. Before Nick knew it, Sydney was no where to be found, and Nick himself was sitting in a chair. A fluffy, comfy chair at that.

"Nick, may I ask what the hell you are doing?" the red head asked, in a stern voice. Nick's eyes looked at every corner until he looked at his hands. They were scratching at the furniture. But... why? Nick shook the thought out if his head and moved his hands, under his butt, and sat on them.

"I'm so sorry..," Nick said quietly. Red sighed in disappointment and Nick felt a wave of guilt wash over him. The taller male finally took a seat, in a tall, golden chair, with a velvet pillow that he so 'graciously' wiped some dirt onto, from his hand. How in the world was he able to brush off that royal looking chair?

"Nick, I have a favor to ask of you," Red spoke softly, his lips curling into a controlling smile.

Nick would never be prepared for this.