"I killed you" Nyx's angry voice rang in the silent cell. "I killed you," he roared for the second time. Athena was taken by surprise by this sudden sentence, she couldn't understand what he was talking about, "Nyx, what are you talking about " Athena voiced, breathing heavily, still in his grip. But he didn't reply. His vision was blurry. emotions were left away while his world was painted red. He was lost. It seemed to her that he was remembering something as she could see that his mind wasn't there. "shut the fuck up," he replied. "Nyx!!" he didn't answer while she was trying to get his attention. "shut up." "Nyx" she yelled at him but he did not respond. She can see that he's lost in his thoughts or memories. He didn't leave her another choice other than slapping him. The sound of the slap was heard while Nyx blinked his eyes, when his eyes met hers, those eyes didn't look the same as him, he wasn't him. She can see the worry, the care, the love in his eyes- some feelings.
Past He found himself near the girl's lifeless body with a knife in his hand. blood was on the knife on his hands and clothes. He killed her. Why he would kill an innocent girl? He didn't understand. "You killed those girls Nyx"Jimin's words rang in his ears. "But they enjoyed it first, so why worry? "and it was like Nyx was brought into this situation. Every day a doctor would come to examine him. Then another gave him pills. Then another gave him injections. Then Jimin would come and begin asking him questions. The scenario repeats again and again. He felt like a monster. The way they watched him made him hate herself even more.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, and once again he gave up. "The quicker you do, the quicker you go out of this place" His voice cracked and broke the silence between them. Nyx said under his breath. "Do what they asked you to do. Then leave me alone," he added. She stared at him, shocked by what he said just now. He wanted it. He wanted to be drugged. He wanted to be the rat for their experiences. After all, he won't lose anything right? What was left to keep anyway? But the black-haired girl wouldn't do it, she knew what was going on in his mind but at the same time she didn't- Athena was a young girl who always prided herself on her intelligence and quick thinking. She had a sharp mind and a keen ability to solve problems, which often impressed her peers and teachers alike. However, despite her sharp mind, Athena was feeling increasingly confused and uncertain about the criminal beside her. She had always been a planner, mapping out her goals and ambitions with me
❝ As much as he tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from his throat in the form of a silent scream. ❞ With his slim build and delicate features, he was watching what was happening in Nyx's room through the monitors of CCTV in his cell. As he watches the CCTV camera, his expression is focused and intense. He leans forward in his chair, his elbows resting on the desk in front of him, as he scrutinizes the footage on the screen. His lips are pressed together in concentration, and occasionally he reaches up to push his glasses further up on his nose. she smiled at him with a winning smile. .
"Did you inject him with the medicine, Athena ?" "Yeah, I did " "Here I bought you a strawberry cake, " she said, putting the cake on the table. Nyx was laying on his bed watching the white ceiling, lost in his mind, watching the ceiling. He didn't answer her, instead, the silent has. He couldn't understand her deal. Was she not a psychotherapist? If it is. When the hell she will start her session as the other one does? When she was here trying to get close to him and get his trust. The man sat in silence, his eyes downcast and his mind lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. The air around him was heavy with unspoken words, suffocating in their weight. He had come to this prison seeking silence, not to be bothered by a stupid genius therapist. The silence caressed their skins like a cool summer breeze, smoothing their souls, and taking away her jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. He was still looking at the white ceiling ignoring all her tries. "Aah," she sighed and began
8-Sinful Blood Did he commit those heinous acts out of hate? And why did he refuse to open up to others? One thing she was certain of was that Nyx, despite his troubled past, was not the perpetrator of those crimes. However, this realization only made her work more challenging. She found herself dealing with the complexities of two distinct personalities residing within a single body. Athena understood that Nyx's reluctance to reveal himself was a form of self-protection, but she couldn't help but question its necessity. Was it truly the only way? Regrettably, there seemed to be nothing she could do to change the situation. The best course of action was to gain his trust, but she knew that a person like Nyx would not easily allow someone to approach him.
9-After Red Athena awoke at seven in the morning, her sleep restless and fraught with vivid dreams. Her mind was consumed with worry, constantly searching for any sign that he was alright, while her cell phone desperately sought a signal. It was then that an urgent call from the prison director, Jake Carter, shattered the silence, informing her that something had happened to Nyx. Without divulging further details, he instructed her to rush to the prison immediately. As soon as she stepped inside the prison walls, she felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Today, time seemed to warp, as the normally 40-minute walk took her only 15 minutes. Her feet pounded the tarmac with an ungraceful heaviness, lacking the fluidity they possessed just moments ago. Her throat felt dry and parched, her head heavy and her eyes burdened with exhaustion.
10- 9 am talk Athena took a sip from her coffee mug, savoring the rich aroma that filled the air. This was already her third cup of coffee, and it was only 9 am. The caffeine coursing through her veins fueled her determination as she prepared for the day ahead. The office walls seemed to close in on her, their grayness casting a somber atmosphere. She needed to focus on her session with Nyx, to delve into the depths of his troubled psyche and offer him a glimmer of hope. The weight of her responsibilities as a therapist rested heavily on her shoulders, but she was determined to make a difference. Athena glanced at her wristwatch, noting that it was now 9:05. He was five minutes late. She took another look around her new office, examining the gray walls and the overall ambiance. Her focus shifted back to the present moment as the metal door swung open, revealing Nyx standing there with his handcuffs. "Please, have a seat," she gestured, and the guard followed Nyx inside until he was