Y/N's POV

The methodic thump of boots on hard stone woke Y/N, her eyes instantly roaming the hall at the unfamiliar step pattern. After a while, one found strange things to occupy their time. Y/N had learned every pattern in the prison, down to the way the prisoners breathed. Naturally she had learned the guards' patterns far too well; Y/N knew everyone of the guards well enough she could have identified them if she been deaf, blind, and mute.

But today the light beat of the guard's feet was unfamiliar. This, in and of itself was slightly terrifying, yet liberating. Even the tiniest change could be made to work in her advantage for the-

Y/N froze as the guard spun, facing her cell, staring blanking ahead. Yet it was not his despondency, nor his presence that sent horrified chills scurrying down Y/N's back. It was his face, his hair, the familiar lines that, though they had become more care-worn over the years, had not escaped her memory. And that the MP would send him, here, now...

Fate has a very cruel sense of humor...

Two Days Later

Silence fell like an executioner's knife as a pair of guards stalked down the hall. The prisoners shrunk back, pressing themselves against the walls of their casements, whites of eyes flashing in darkness. Y/N, however, stepped boldly forward, e/c eyes shimmering in the darkness. Her daring, direct confrontation of authority gave the other inmates hope, if only a feeble ray. Then the guards stopped in front of her cell, one pulling handcuffs from a coatpocket, the other withdrawing a key. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hide her fear under brash confidence as the guard with the metal handcuffs entered the cell, securing her hands her deftly without looking up. Y/N wanted to run, to escape, to be free, yet the other man stood at the door, hand on his sword. As if that would've helped him had Y/N decided to attack.

After her bonds were secured, they led her from the musty hallway, down deeper, into a long corridor.

"W-where are you taking me?" Though Y/N had kept her physical and mental state up, there hadn't been much time to exercise her voice, and the words were nothing more than a harsh whisper.

One of the guards glanced at her. "Solitary confinement." His words were clipped, sharp.

"What?!?" Y/N choked.

The guard snorted with amusement, and his companion did the same. "Surprised, sweetheart?" The way the man's eyes flitted up and down her decimated figure made it clear exactly what he thought about this young assassin.

The other guard smirked at Y/N's discomfort. "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be kept in a hellhole like that," Y/N stared fixedly at her feet as she listened, "So they moved you out here, away and alone."

"I'll bet it's just so there are no witnesses when the Commander wants to-" The first guard made a rude gesture, and Y/N gritted her teeth.

"Only the Commander?" The second man's eyes shone with lust, seemingly unaware who he was talking to. Y/N's figner stroked the small pin in the darkness, holding her handcuffs together behind her back as the man continued. "I don't see why we can't have our fun too-" He laughed, the other guard joining in as they reached the cell, pushing Y/N against a wall instead of opening the door.

Both guards sniggered at the disgust written across Y/N's face.

They never finished the laugh.