Status: please bear with me.

Laundry Service

sunshine.

The sun shines in his eyes when he opens the thick curtain and he wants to die. Once warm water from the shower-head sprays against his slim back and he wants to die. His fingers trace the scars, the ridges, the ...sharp metal sliding through his skin. no anesthesia. what’s that? shut up. replace the heart. no, no, no. yes, yes, yes. and he’s back. geri. claws tear through flesh-colored paper and red covers the white walls. freki. they’re glorious.

He wants to die.

Geri.Geri.Geri.

Oh. That’s right.

He already did once.

It’s time to play.

His cell door opens. He takes a few steps forward and a metal bar comes streaking toward his face. It hits him across the jaw, breaking it, and causes him to stumble backwards. It comes flying at him again; he spits out the blood gathered in his mouth, takes a step forward, and a gauged body falls at his feet. He lets out a joyous howl and he wants to fucking die.

Silly him. He forgot again.
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