*He stared at the cell, the 6x6 area that was his current home. He laid bent over, not risking the chance of his arms or feet being burned by the uv rays. Blinking he tried to remember how long he had been gone. It felt like months but he knew that was the pain and thirst talking. Did Dia plan to let him wither away and then ship his body back to JUSTIS? No fucking way. He didn't think Meison was through with him yet and would be back. The plans he had to torture that fucker kept him alive for the moment.*
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