”It’s hard being free, does the golden cage not look inviting? You won’t have to think or be stressed anymore, my dear.”
The small television stacked ontop of old medical books statics and pops as the weak connection at the rebel base.
Ivan controls his breathing, hand pressing gently on his side for comfort and to soothe the pain of his prior bullet wounds as he’s been denied pain killers for the day. His inky black eyes staring into space as he flicks through the limited channels mindlessly.
“…-Ivan. We just want our boy back…”
Ivans eyes flick to the screen as he hears the familar voice of one of his ex- alien guardians, the woman(?) on the staticky screen wiping away excretion from her eyes, head bowed away from the reporter.
“We have a reward of 50 Million credits for whoever can bring Ivan home safely.”
*This voice was more familiar, ‘Unsha’, as he had called himself, holding a picture of Ivan up to the screen of the camera.
He looked so clean back then, well fed, taken care of… At this time in his life; Ivan would of almost considered himself, ‘loved’.
Ivan shuts off the tv and tosses the remote to the end of his hospital bed.
He knew, especially after joining the rebellion that the way he used to be treated was dehumanising and restricting. So why…why couldn’t Ivan get the thought out of his head? Wasn’t his life here going to be better from now on?
This rambling dark thoughts are cut short by the knock on the door
“Come in.”