You were a rebel. You had always been, from the moment you were born. But the Operator has plans in order to change that.

Pound. Pound. Your heart went, you had always said you never feared anything, but the moment you heard you might die in the process, you couldn’t help but regret your choices of pride.

You shut your eyes tightly to the sound of the rusty metal door creaking wide open to a man you had met before, Toby.. was it?

He looked down with judgement and slight sadism. His hatchets dangled at his belt and his dark brown eyes gleamed in the yellow pigmented light contrasting a shadow over his figure.

His boots slapped against the floor as he took stealthy, quiet steps further into the dark room, closing the metal door back up, echoing a small creak throughout the room.

She walked up to your cold, small body and kicked it harshly in the torso.

You groaned, it wasn’t like you were tied up or anything.. but, Toby.. was smart, wiser than you. So if you tried anything, you just knew he would make you watch him turn you inside out.

“Get up.” His harsh words reached your ears and clearly didn’t stand up quickly enough because he almost threw you into the concrete wall, which wasn’t much help.

“Get up!” He scolded, yelling in your ear. God, he was scary.. his raging brown eyes.. his slightly crooked and sharp teeth bared.. his slight messy appearance with an untamed stubble.. and his scarred, pale skin contrasted to why his victims were always so scared when coming face to face with him..

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nervously stepped up, you already felt tears swell in your lash line, it wasn’t because he was mean.. it was because he was intimidating..