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There was a new prisoner in Meropide, and although Wriothesley was known for treating all prisoners equally, no matter the crimes he had committed, this was different. This was hell.
He worked as hard as possible to make the inmates' life a living hell. Giving him the worst jobs and food. Doing anything else he could possibly do without hurting him directly.
Wriothesley turned a blind eye to most crimes committed, they were still people after all. Everyone was human, at least in a way. Except people like this.
Perhaps they didn’t even deserve to be called human. ‘Monster’ was probably a better description of these kinds of beings. Mother and Father were also monsters. Too disgusting and vile to be considered human.
As much as Wriothelsey would have loved to have the man’s blood on his hands, that would lead to more paperwork that he didn’t have the mental capacity to handle. He was strung tightly enough as is.
He was able to hold it together for a little over a week and a half. A week and a half of seeing a man who did things similar to the people who raised him. If you could even call them people.
At the end of the first week, Wriothesley knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Every time he closed his eyes he could feel hands on his body, blood dripping down his arms, and the numbness that he thought he had gotten rid of so many years ago.
He would fall asleep and wake up minutes later, barely making it to the bathroom before his dinner from the night before was promptly thrown up. Sigewinne noticed, he was sure she did. But the little nurse had more patients to care for than ever after a series of incidents. Incidents that could have been avoided if he could get out of his fucking head and help.
After a few more days, there was an itching underneath his skin he hadn’t felt in so many years. It was the same feeling that almost led him to his death all those years ago. It was why he had almost bled out on the floor, alone. He had always been alone. Everything in his body wanted to listen to the feeling. Why was he still having these urges? His life is better now, he should be fine.
He had always put others before himself. He could afford to be a little selfish just this once. He could succeed at what he had failed before, free himself from the sensations and memories that haunted him.
Why had the gods chosen him? What had he done to deserve any of this?
He was going to be sick. It had been so long since it was this bad, but here he was. Would anyone even care if he was to die? Sure, he had some people who he might consider ‘friends’, but he didn’t see them often enough for them to miss him. Sigewinne might miss him, but she would be fine.
The problems that would arise from his death weren’t something he was going to have to deal with anyways.
Wriothesley practically fell into the chair the moment he reached it, too focused on trying to ignore the growing nausea and the voices screaming in his head.
He hadn’t even noticed that his breathing was speeding up dangerously and that his eyes had drooped closed until it was already too late.
He passed out, luckily sitting down. Maybe the world would be nice and grant him a dreamless sleep?
But the world had never been nice to him after all.
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It had been a normal day. Well as normal as it got that is. Everything had gone decently, even Mother and Father had been nice.
So then why did everything feel wrong? He barely got back to his room after dinner before a hot feeling washed over his body. To top that, Mother had been giving him strange looks throughout dinner. Almost like she was expecting this.
That was a train of thought he didn’t want to go down, so he didn’t. But then there was a knock at the door and he froze in his tracks. Mother never checked up on the children after dinner. What was happening?
But the door swung open and there wasn’t any more time to think about it, because Mother was there. Everything was moving too fast, it was like his brain had been filled with sludge. But something must have happened because he was now in another room, lying naked on the bed.
“Now, darling, we have to get you used to this. I don’t want you to be afraid of whoever adopts you, and they will do this kind of thing.” Mother said.
Then there was a cold sensation and th-
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