Behind Bars [active/closed]

[dollsy_npcs]

Characters: Ushiromiya Ange, Mello, Ciel Phantomhive, Link, Mai Kawasumi, Rue
Setting: Basement Labs
Time: Day 21, early morning
Summary: The latest batch of experiment victims are brought to the labs' cells as the sun rises. Here, they await their turn for torture.
Warnings: Misery and fear and raeg and general unpleasantness. Unhappy captives. That

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Mello was not happy.

It wasn't like he hadn't been expecting something along the lines of this to happen eventually. He was a prisoner in this house, just like everyone else. There was absolutely no reason that it wouldn't happen to him. That, however, certainly didn't mean he wanted it to happen. Though he knew it was more or less inevitable that it would, he had not been looking forward to it.

He hadn't tried to fight the Phantasms when they had come to get him. He'd tried to run at first, but after they caught him, he didn't struggle. He by no means enjoyed being dragged off so fucking helplessly, but he knew there was no point in trying to fight them. This was his first time actually meeting the Phantasms, but he had been here long enough to have heard plenty about them already. He was aware that he couldn't do anything to stop the stupid screwballs, so why fucking waste energy trying? He'd tried to talk to them-- cursed at them mostly, but he did compliment their masks and coats-- but the fuckers didn't seem to like to talk.

Plenty other people had survived whatever sick shit the Phantasms had done to them, so why the hell wouldn't he be able to? It'd undoubtedly be fucking torturous, but he supposed he'd just have to deal. After all, what else was there to do?

The fact that he wasn't struggling did not mean, however, that Mello wasn't terrified. By all means, he was, and his calmness subsided as soon as they'd locked him in the cell. He hated this place already; it was uncomfortable, cramped, sickeningly bright, and he had absolutely no privacy. This was made worse by the fact that he knew this would be an awful experience, and he definitely didn't want to be fucking watched like an animal in a fucking zoo when he was uncomfortable and at his very worst. He knew what was going to happen to him; the Phantasms were going to do something to him, to screw with him or experiment on him, and everything he'd heard about experiments had been horrifying. He didn't know what they planned to do to him, and all there was to do now was to fucking wait to be tortured, his anxiety rising with every breath he took.

"Oh... FUCK IT!" He screamed, kicking the bench as hard as he fucking could, before beginning to relentlessly pace the-- needless to say, short-- length of the cell. "FUCK THIS! FUCK IT ALL! FUCK EVERYTHING! FUCK YOU! YOU BASTARDS'RE ALL SICK BLOODY FUCKS, Y'KNOW THAT? KNOW WHAT? GO FUCK YOURSELVES!" He stopped yelling for a few minutes as he continued to pace, though he was breathing rather hard.

"Screwballs."