how many days had it been now?    laying on the cell floor staring up at the ceiling. his vision every so often blurring in and out and a few times drifting in an entire pit of darkness. his bruises and injuries only getting worse by the day. almost certain a broken ribcage.     the sound of doors opening that caused his head to dip back staring at the bars. time for the medication the healing that would break his mind or so they hoped. the sound of metal trays clacking against the cement ground had the boy wince slightly. he heard a much louder   PANG    than the average human would have. his jaw tightened before he rolled, the chain on neck and legs only allowing him to get so far. so they kicked it closer, congee splattering as they did.

there was a    mutt like   snarl bubbling deep in his chest.baring teeth as that amber gaze that faded so quickly, narrowed ever so coldly.  if they were going to    TREAT HIM LIKE A WILD ANIMAL    he would damn sure act like one. then a small capsule, a pill. Saeran wasn’t giving it to him today? again. every so often they weren’t shoved down his throat. but being watched didn’t make it any easier. he popped it in and swallowed. opening his mouth to show it had gone down, they turned and left.   three , two , one.   a turn and he was vomiting it back up. body   REJECTING every bit of this     washing of sins.

                                                              ❛   ….  damn it. ❜

an ache that couldn’t be expressed any other way than him cursing and curling up. knees to stomach trying to stop anything else from coming up. it’s not like he had been eating properly, it’s not like he was keeping anything either. every time they tried to put something into his system it rejected in immediately. but maybe just maybe if he acted as if he was getting it down they wouldn’t resort right to other methods. how could this be the Rika he knew? and what on earth happened to his brother?! so many questions and yet he was almost certain death was knocking at his door    at least he heard a knock.

waving in and out of consciousness it wasn’t long before he drifted into a slumber. darkness that cradled him, cold and lifeless. if he wasn’t going to die here he would certainly die by the agency. so many jobs put off because of his overload in stress he wondered if they were searching for him.   PUT HIM DOWN LIKE A MAD DOG.   chains rattled as his body shifted arm draping over his eyes to keep himself in that comfortable darkness. just a little longer , just a little longer until his body would give up entirely.