Prison Of Temptation

Vyvian Adair POV: All I see right now is pitch black, black as these people surrounding me in this smelly, dirty police vehicle. The only thing I'm counting on is the side part of my head. My ears. Yet the only thing my sense of hearing could pick up is the engine of the car and the sound of the wheels rolling on a rocky road, heading into the abyss. What did I do to deserve this cruelness? Does the world hate me? Does God hate me? Why? Because I'm a product of a broken condom? A mistake and God didn't plan this to happen? I never chose to be a broken condom living being. I never chose to be a child of mistake. But I guess, I'm just not worth the luck. Well, I have one though, but only one. What? Well, that's because my awesome and perfect parents, note the sarcasm, still made me attend education. At least that's the thing they could only give me, is to get me to graduate and also a shelter and food. "Did you inform Lady X about the new detainee?" I heard a guy beside me spoke. Wow, a secret unidentified name. How serious does this 'crime thing' I did to hide a person's identity? "Yes. She is expecting the new detainee's arrival in noon sharp, today." Another voice, I guess on the front replied to the question. After that, all went back to normal again. I suck in air from my mouth, trying to calm my nerves and joints down. You may not see it physically but I am nervous right now. Who would not? You have been held captive so suddenly by bulky, giant unknown men and had been accused of a vicious crime that I did not remember I did. And then the day after the accusation occurred, you are immediately delivered to a place in isolation from the world. A place where I know I would be staying for a while or yet, forever. I once more got cut off from my thoughts when I heard a new sound my hearing caught. A rolling of the window. "Good day sir. May I ask for your identification number?" I heard a female voice from what it seems like a speaker. "640297." I heard one of the guys who spoke earlier state. 640297. I recited the numbers all over again in my head just in case I needed it in the future. "Identification number verified. You may enter." And with that said, just before the window rolled back up shut, I heard a machine sound turning on and a metal noise mimicking it. After I was isolated from the outside noise again, hands went on my back and the blindfolds are removed from my eyes, giving me my vision back. I squinted my eyes for a bit, adjusting from the bright light coming from the sun entering through the windows. Once my eyes adjusted and can scan the surroundings, I was met with a large concrete-like mansion with people wearing all orange-colored clothing with a 'Detainee' print on the back. "Psst! Boy." I heard someone called which made me turn to the location of it. As look towards it, I saw a large guy in a black uniform suit with a gold tag hanging on the left side of his chest. I scanned him down to up. His thighs are surprisingly thick and muscular, his waist is small which only indicates that he's fit, with large muscles on the biceps and a strong chest. His fingers have different rings on them. Rings that look like it's made of titanium. My vision continues its journey until it landed on the features of the body's owner. Wrinkled forehead, shaved but the hairs are gray almost white, jawline sharp, chiseled, slightly crooked nose, and those deep forest green eyes. He looks old but can still lure a woman to him as he wishes. I may be attracted mostly to men but I can tell that I'm not attracted to this one. "You're done?" I jump slightly as he speaks, chapped but pinky lips moving while those words flew out. "Yo dude, I think this one's a mute." He said to the guy behind me. I was about to look at the other guy if this old guy didn't grab my jaw tightly, so tight you would be scared if he would break a bone or not. "Listen here, boy. We don't want brats in this facility especially when they don't follow orders properly. We want you to be on your best behavior if we want to be gentle with you as a newbie. And if we find you disobeying or breaking any rules, you would be punished, severely." He stated to me closely and demandingly, rain of saliva landing on my face with every few words he uttered. All I can do is nod understandingly, since my ability to speak cowers away from the intimidation of this man and my mouth did the same, locking itself close and disabled the jaw completely. "Good." He nods satisfied with my feedback. He thrust his hands on the side and unbuckles the seatbelt that was hugging him securely and also did the same with mine. "Brad?" He called the Brad guy and I think I know who would that be, The driver guy. "Granted." The Brad guy replied and the man beside me quickly acts up, opening the door open, and not even a second had passed, extreme noise gushes inside the car's walls. Once the man stepped out of the car, he turns to me and pulls me out rather harshly. The other men also stepped out of the car leaving the driver inside since we are only four overall, me and 3 police officers. The two went behind us after the car rushes away, hands on their guns, preparing for the worse, then we began walking to the humongous building. I once again scan the people. There are all scary not going to lie, and they all look like he could kill you in the most painful way possible. Most of them owned tattoos on their arms, bound to be with them till death do us apart. With their years in isolation, I think, they are all fit. With those muscles, abs, and bulky figures and most of them are surprisingly tall, this is a death wish if you could say. I run my eyes more on the men in orange, some with those who are not wearing upper clothing have incredible scars on their bodies, all kinds of sizes are present. Some even have burns under it. That's not the scariest part of all, the scariest and traumatic images my eyes caught is the fact that some of them are freshly made since it's obvious from the redness and dried blood. Where did they get those? "Hey, move it, kid! We don't have all day." I got pushed forward making me stumble slightly and I'm lucky I didn't fall because I can't use my hands if I did since it's handcuffed behind me. "Why the f**k are you such a slowpoke!?" "Woah, there officer! Chill." I look up from the ground and I saw a tall shirtless guy with tattoos on the chest. Wow. That's the only thing my brain could say when I look at the face of the guy. Sculptured jawline, sharp and perfect nose, and those onyx eyes. But with his good looks, you can also see imperfections like the large scar under his jaw and another scar above his right eyebrow. "This small one is an observant I see." I didn't notice that I was staring until the good figure itself spoke. "What do you want detainee." The officer that pushed me asked, well not asked but rather a statement. "Why so grumpy officer. I am just curious about this new specimen you have here." The tattooed guy said, mocking the police officer's status as he talks. "Well, this 'specimen' is none of your f*****g business. So, if you will 'excuse' us, we will be on our way." The officer said, pulling me and attempted to get past but just a step had been done, other hulk detainees block the way. The two other officers dismounted their guns from their gun holders and point them to the blockers. "Move out of the way filthy shits or this bullet will crack your skulls open!" One of them roared demandingly. "Easy there other 'officer', we just want to know this little fella here." The guy again said, hands up and palms open, gesturing surrender. He looks at me like he's looking at my very soul and my body did not dodge the gaze who reacted with a shiver, getting goosebumps everywhere from the intensity of it. He crouches towards me until we are at the same level or height, his palms are pressed on his knees for support. "Why hello there, little one. So, what did you do to be thrown in this place with us? Hm?" He asked me, tone quite harsh for the others but if you're a good listener and an observant, you can slightly hear a tone of gentleness in his voice. "Are your sweet little parents doing anything to get you out of here? Huh, I bet they are. They wouldn't want their precious little cub they super love to wander all alone in these dirty places, am I right boys?" He asked scary followers behind him and they responded with a laugh, a 'yeah' and a 'poor baby cubby'. They may not see it, but I was hit in the chest so hard with those words. Love? Sweet? I bet that's one of the best bluffs I heard in my life. Do parents show their love to their child by abusing it? Do loving parents punch their child in the face until they are bloodied and then chain it in a room, not giving food nor water for a whole day? I doubt that. "Is the little cub deaf? Ah, you're so lucky. I wish I was deaf like you. It's hard to sleep every night when you hear unholy noises from the other cells." He groans childlike. Playing with my supposed deafness. "Oh well. It's nice talking to you even though you didn't utter a single thing because you're f*****g DEAF and can't HEAR a single word I SAID!" He screams and I did all my best not to cover my ears. I guess I would be deaf while staying here. "You're still not going to speak!? Huh, disgusting. No wonder your parents allowed these officers to throw you here." He looks at me with disgust and boredom. "Officers, you may pass now. Good luck deaf boy." He pats my back and was about to walk away if I didn't speak. "Y-your right," I mutter making all movements that heard me stop. The guy who was mocking and insulting me turns to me startled at my sudden speech. "You're right about one thing. I'm disgusting. That may be the reason why they are abusing me for years. Disgusting filthy s**t for being a waste of sperm and a waste of money. I'm quite happy to be thrown here, to be honest with you. Because here, you would be far away from your abusers, and in case if there are abuses here, at least I'm ready." And with that, I turn to the police officer who has a shocked face plastered on his face. "Can we go now?" "O-oh--I um yeah, sure. Men." He pushes me forward. The hulks who are blocking the way earlier gave us a path now, but eyes still looking at me. As I pass the tall handsome guy, I can also see in my peripheral vision that his stare is fixed on me, following my form and not blinking a lid. The first day in this hell hole and I already have an enemy. Nearing, the double rusty metal entrance door, I inhale deeply, preparing myself for my future. Passing that door, all I know is that I would be staying here for a very long time, which I hope not. Few feet near it, the officers pushed it open and I was met with a scary hallway filled with other rusty old metal doors, a couple of meters apart from each other. But, the only difference is that it's a single door. "Welcome to your new home, boy." The police guy stated as we walk in the dirty cemented pathway. The area is dark, so dark that not even a single light is illuminating it except for the one that is situated in the far end corner of the hallway. The walls have spider webs on them, including the tall ceiling. The only thing that is different about the uniformed gray walls is that they have been vandalized with different colors of spray paint. You can see satanic symbols, arts that can form s****l things, and many more weird ones. And before I could forget, the smell of this place is a mixture of iron, dust, surprisingly cigarettes, and the most terrifying smell of all is blood. A person with anxiety will surely have a panic attack and I can tell by myself, being a person with very little anxiety or whatsoever, is slowly having one, increasingly fast.