Prisoner 374215

Early in the morning, Scar took him back and forth in front of the urinal, and brought him nutrients.Finally, he patted him on the shoulder, and Scar walked away without a word.

An eerie tranquility permeated the prison cell, as if Scar's usually dry demeanor had affected another resident.Silence should bring calm, but to 374215 it seems too oppressive and a bad omen.There's always a reason to break the mold, and the reasons that can arise here are never pleasant. .Nauseous at the thought of food, he stuffed the supplements under the mattress and tried to fall asleep.But as anxiety loomed, he began to tremble again.Alone in his closed cell, he felt too exposed and vulnerable.He wants clothes.He wants Scar back.

The stomp of boots echoed in the corridor.This is much more normal.Throughout the day cycle, prison guards walk up and down the corridors.The boots were supposed to continue down the corridor.They stopped in front of his door.

No... no... that's too fast too.They can't mess with me again.How long has it been.

He curled up tightly and closed his eyes.If it was really part of his nightmare, he might think hard enough to make the men in boots go away.No.The lock clicked.His door opened.The spaceman stood there, his sinister smile and rolling eyes in stark contrast to Scar's stoic calm.

"Reports say you're hiding food. Is that so?"

374215 shook his head.No.Keeping this one for later that day is not stealing.Today is not over yet.He did nothing wrong.

The astronauts grabbed him by the arm, pulled him off the bed, and lifted the mattress to reveal the package. "Hey, look. You know it's against the rules."

374215 curled up in the corner, and found that he still had a little bit of anger left, which was not completely wiped out by the conditioned obedience training. "This is today." He whispered.

"This thing has spoken." The astronaut's laughter was like a deep growl, full of cruelty, without a hint of a smile, "Did you talk back just now?"

Seeing the back of his hand being slapped, he dodged his head and avoided the slap on his face.The remnants of the slap still pushed him to the ground, but a strange force awoke within him, and anger ignited a spark in his barren and desolate soul. "Yes."

The first kick landed hard on his ribs.Panting, he squeezed into the corner.The smaller he shrinks himself, the more walls his back can stick to, the less injuries he will suffer.With the second blow, the hard heel hit his injured hip.The pain caused him to let out a choked cry, and the spaceman laughed.

"No, you don't want to escape so easily, you little bitch."

The spaceman grabbed his arm and threw him to the middle of the floor -- face down, arms brutally folded behind his back.The astronaut pulled his underwear up to his ankles, and the flimsy material shattered in an instant. 374215 was nailed to the icy refinement and could only close his eyes and pray that everything would pass soon.It would be the first time he was raped in this cell.He had hoped that such atrocities against experimental subjects would be forbidden.

The click of the lock on the door meant someone else wanted to join. The prison guards of "The Abyss" had gang-raped him.They forced him to turn his body upside down and spread his legs wide, and pressed him against the frame of the cage to kill him.The nerve in his ass never recovered.

He no longer cares about shame, about the violation and destruction he has received.Only pain can scare him now, and he can bear even pain now.The spaceman kicked his legs apart in preparation, and he gritted his teeth, trying not to curl up.Docile, relaxed, I don't struggle.i can stand...

The astronaut's weight suddenly disappeared.He turned his head just in time to see Scar grabbing his colleague by the collar and throwing him across the room.The spaceman slammed against the door and slid to the ground, mouth gaping in surprise.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Can't read?" Scar growled, "Didn't you see the big red words "Medical Exemption" on the cell? "

"Yeah, so what?"

"So with his current state of health, what you are doing now may kill him. After the leader finds out that you fucking killed a test subject, do you want to replace him? Are you out of your mind?"

That was more than what Scar had said on any occasion before combined. 374215 felt that this was the most touching and pleasant sentence he had ever heard.

"Oh alright."

"Use your brain before picking someone next time, or you will definitely lose this comfortable and good job."

The spaceman got himself up, muttered a rude thank you, and walked out of the cell.

"Bastard," Scar snarled, kneeling beside 374215 as soon as the door closed, "how bad is it?"

***

Scar asked a real question.I can answer him.He won't hit me. "Ribs, five. Ass, seven." The blow and the aftermath filled his brain.He tried to use some strength when Scar helped him sit up, but he slipped sideways and fell into Scar's broad chest. "sorry."

"head?"

374215 nodded. "faint."

"That idiot. We just stabilized you." Scar let him lean against the nearest wall. "Can you sit here for a while?"

Again, he nodded.Suddenly feeling a sharp pain in the corner of his eye, he closed his eyes.It was dangerous, too dangerous, for him to think that a prison guard would be his savior, his protector.This is part of an experiment.Once he trusted Scar, they'd tell him to do terrible things that would shatter the last of his soul.But when Scar reached under him and lifted him up, he stopped caring.Yes, there's a good chance that terrible moment will come, but that's for later.His head and neck rested on those warm shoulders now, and those strong arms were encircling him.

Scar replaced both the mattress and the thermal pad.He gently puts 374215 back, a drastic departure from the previous violence against the Astros.

374215 blinked at him: "It's the diurnal cycle."

"Yes." The corner of Scar's mouth twitched, while turning around to take off his uniform jacket, and then put a small leather bag on the bed.is that a smile "Didn't expect to see me?" He put the detector on 374215's ear, and the little smile disappeared, "I have received the order, and I will stay with you until your physical condition is stable. If I move faster Some would be nice. Sorry."

That apology took him out of the rest of the confusion, out of all his thoughts.No one apologizes to prisoners.

Scar misunderstood his shocked look. "I won't hurt you." He let out a heavy breath and shook his head.He put the detector back in the pouch and took out two small vacuum-sealed bags.He tore open the top of the first pocket, spilling the contents onto the bed.Prison uniform.

374215 was not sure if he could take it, so hesitantly, he reached for the pants, but Scar then took the pants away.What kind of strange game is this playing?

"You stay. I'll help you out."

Scar didn't get too close to him or touch him aggressively, tucking him into clean clothes.Even if only a thin barrier separates him from the world, the ensuing relaxation is enough to ease the tightness in his chest.The next package Scar opened was an even greater miracle—a blanket.To be able to wake up warm instead of shivering and freezing... There must be a price for this kindness.

He dared to ask again: "Am I yours now?"

Scar gave him an odd and gloomy look.anger?disgust? "I don't want to hear that from you. I'm only here for medical reasons. To help you recover. Do you hear me?"

"Hmm." Although he suddenly felt a lump stuck in his throat, he swallowed violently, but he wasn't sure if the emotional reaction was caused by Scar's anger, or his so-called reason.

"That's good. I didn't mean to yell at you. You have countless reasons to be afraid of me. I don't need to scare you anymore." He reached out and touched his short inch-long hair, "Look, it's time for my sleep cycle. So If you don't mind, I'll lie down next to you for a while. We'll both rest for a while and see if you can get something to eat later. Okay?"

Too tired to answer, 374215 watched in amazement as Scar covered him with a blanket, and then lay down beside him. His tall body took up most of the mattress, and he curled up on his side.The comfort, the caring, the warmth of the body lying beside him, all mingled and shattered reality.

None of this can be true.His brain finally gave up.At least he treated himself so well in this dream, beyond his imagination.

***

Judging by the stiffness of his joints, he awoke convinced that at least a few hours had passed.He lay on his side, facing the wall, and the warmth made him happy.Normally, he wakes up with his teeth clenched and every muscle tensed with anxious anticipation, but now his body is relaxed, snuggled warm in the arms that encircle him.

hold me?

One arm wrapped around his shoulder, and the other strong arm was around his waist, hugging him tightly.He felt pain and uneasiness but still had a wisp of heat rising and falling in his stomach.His body didn't seem to have felt tenderness in centuries.It couldn't help but respond.He remained motionless, controlling his breathing to be as steady as possible, not wanting to wake Scar.The person behind must be a scar.A sudden fear gripped him, he was afraid that he would turn his head and see someone else.Please, please, don't let this dream turn into a nightmare.

His chest began to tremble, and he quickly lost control, shaking violently as he tried to calm his racing mind.The body behind him shifted, the tightening arms pulled him closer, his ass pressed against a hard erection.Even though he wanted to scream, he bit the heel of his hand, trying to keep quiet.

"Hey." Scar's damaged and hoarse voice drifted over his ears, "Hey, where does it hurt?"

374215 turned around, a sense of relief flooded his body, he traced the tiger-shaped imprint on Scar's face with his fingers, "It's you."

"It's me." Scar frowned, "You thought...ah, I got it. It was me. I didn't go anywhere."

Without warning, and without any real reason, 374215 hiccupped, and tears suddenly rolled down his face.

"Damn," Scar murmured, pulling him closer, wrapping him softly in his arms, "this is fucking hard. Too hard. Shh, shhh."

He let himself sway with those strong, powerful arms.His own arm had been like that.No, he was never as tall as Scar, or as strong, but he had strength, confidence... no, he'd better not think about that.

"How long have you been here?"

374215 rubbed his cheek against the synthetic cotton uniform shirt of the scar: "I...don't know."

"You don't count the days? Don't you keep an eye on the time?"

"No." Time is long gone.Why does he care about time? "I did, at first. Not in this cell."

Scar ran his hands around his back soothingly, "How did they catch you? Your intuition used to be...always top-notch."

"Do you know who I used to be?" 374215 turned around, trying to see something from the scarred face, his heart beat fast and slow, and beat wildly for several beats. .

"I know who you are." Scar still had an indifferent face, but his eyes seemed less cold, "They took your name away, but I know. How did you get to where you are today?"

374215 hesitated, his memory so painful, stumbling out of him. "The old me...began to believe that I was invincible. He was arrogant, he didn't listen to advice. He took his spaceship into a trap because he was sure that even if it was a trap, he could get out .following his brothers and sisters..." He closed his eyes and began to tremble again. "He led them to death."

"They brought you here. The chiefs of Anda Corporation."

"Yes."

"But not immediately taken to this cell."

"No." 374215 buried his face in front of Scar's chest.There, like a strong fortress against fear and pain, he could rely on this fortress and continue to answer questions. "First in the Abyss.He was locked in a cage with only a secret door on the top.He was taken out for interrogation.The man thought he was brave enough to endure weeks of torture.Then they started bringing in his crew.The interrogator forced him to watch the crew being slaughtered.He found that his courage had reached its limit. "

"So they got the information they wanted and moved you up here?"

"At first they moved him to the reflex room. He learned never to mention his name. Never think of his name. To follow and obey the prison rules. To do what the doctor told him to do. Then he... …I was moved up here." He wondered why Scar asked him that.He's a prison guard, so he either knows all too well or doesn't have to.It's all part of that ultimate trap.It can only be so.

"They didn't all die."

He suddenly raised his head to meet Scar's calm gaze. "who?"

"Commander's crew. They're not all dead," Scar whispered. "The reports say some escaped."

Something in the back of his brain was urging him, but the day-to-day struggle to survive had robbed him of the ability to analyze.He couldn't piece these mysteries together.He blurted out, "I'm a guinea pig now. Soon, they'll have me cornered. I'm going to die. Soon. Not for long."

Scar's soothing hand stopped.He took a deep breath and hugged 374215 even tighter. "Listen. On the ancient earth, some concentration camps were worse than this. My ancestors watched each other die, but they survived. Sometimes, they forget what hope is. But when people live, hope is Never dies. Sometimes the soul has to go through a nuclear winter and hope has to go dormant, but it's still there. Waiting for the right time to sprout and twirl."

374215 has never been so confused, he said softly: "Are you irrigating the earth?"

"No, just let it warm up and get ready."

get ready.Ready to go?