held prisoner/old memories
Eapios pov
"And stay in there!" I hit the cold hard cement floor. I sat up and rubbed my bruised face. I looked up to see the angry faces of my captors "you can stay there while you wait for your execution tratoir!"
I winched at the sound of the metal door slamming shut. I listened as the sound of her footsteps disappeared, leaving me alone in a cold dark cell.
I curled up in a corner in an attempt to stay warm. This felt so fermillier. Oh yeah this is where they kept me when they first kidnapped me. This cell was my home for the past few years while they groomed me into a killer, till I was too tainted to be loved by anyone.
Anyone except him.
Knuckles was a light in my dark world. He was the only one who saw me as more than just a killer. He saw something in me when everyone else had given up on me. He loved me. It might not have been long but it was the best time of my life.
"Hic" I wiped away a tear from my face. This place holds so many bad memories for me and now It'll be the place I spent my last moments. I'd give anything to have knuckles warm arms around me...
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