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seventeen;
He was a dark skinned boy with moths living in his head (so he claimed). His name was Orion, and he wasn't alright. Nobody in this shit house was alright, but Orion was a different case all together. He looked about 15, like me, but I have to wonder how somebody in his state of mind lasted so long in a world as fucked up as this.
"You know what a cock ring?"
He slouches over his mashed potatoes, his bone thin fingers curling around the bowl slightly. I ignore him, because it's so bloody obvious what a cock ring is.
"Answer me!" he shouts, and I startle, shifting away from him slightly. The guards move towards him.
"It's okay, I was just messing," he tells them. They eye him warily, but leave him be in the end.
"What you in for?" He asks, but I still ignore him. I'm too young for this shit. The food I've been given isn't appealing to me at all, worse that this nut job is sitting right beside. He chuckles, as if he's reading my mind.
"You have no idea what's happening do you?"
I snap my head at him, but he just winks at me, finishes cleaning his plate and walks away.
"You know what a cock ring?"
He slouches over his mashed potatoes, his bone thin fingers curling around the bowl slightly. I ignore him, because it's so bloody obvious what a cock ring is.
"Answer me!" he shouts, and I startle, shifting away from him slightly. The guards move towards him.
"It's okay, I was just messing," he tells them. They eye him warily, but leave him be in the end.
"What you in for?" He asks, but I still ignore him. I'm too young for this shit. The food I've been given isn't appealing to me at all, worse that this nut job is sitting right beside. He chuckles, as if he's reading my mind.
"You have no idea what's happening do you?"
I snap my head at him, but he just winks at me, finishes cleaning his plate and walks away.
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