Harry rolled his eyes at the way Matthew reacted, coming in like he owned the place and demanding for the prisoner. Watching as he left with the soldiers trailing behind him, he sat himself down back in the chair grumbling under his voice clearly irritated by the man. Harry had never liked him, not from their first ever meeting and to now. As much as prisoners were sentenced for a reason, he felt the way that Matthew revealed in the abuse of his victims weren’t right, he hated how he seemed to enjoy it. There was something wrong with Matthew and Harry had decided he would talk to Jacob about it later, right now he would just have to get over it not that there was anything for him to get over.
I’m going to die here; it’s not going to be a quick death. They’ll make me suffer. Iris couldn’t help as her thoughts turned to the more sinister side of things, especially after that meeting with Matthew just then. Of course, it struck fear in her to know that potentially she was going back to the prison, but then she hated being out of control and right now everything was out of her control. Everything was being decided for her and the thought of going through more questioning unsettled her.
Without noticing her hand gripped at the clothing around her stomach, pained by the thought of going through that again. Shuddering as flashes of her dreams entered her thoughts, she shook her head to herself pushing them down, her hair was somewhat matted and made her feel less human by the day especially when it came to things like personal hygiene. A part of her was glad she had taken the chance to use the shower when she had, who knew when she would get the chance to clean. Though it doesn’t really matter does it? Who cares when reality is my death is right around that corner? Mulling over her thoughts as she tried to relax, she grimaced knowing she should put more faith in Caspain, he said he would help. I have to believe that, he could find a way for my freedom. I have to believe he can, I have to trust him like he did me back in the districts.
It gave her a brief flicker of hope the idea that Caspain would rescue her, but the darker thoughts consistently pushed back. It was like she was at war with herself because as much as she wanted to believe he could save her, there was a part of her that had welcomed death like it was some old friend. No, stop that. It was just a nightmare. I’m sure he loves me… he said so. Unless that was just something he said in the heat of the moment? Maybe he doesn’t, maybe he’s relieved that he will be rid of me? Feeling a pang in her heart at the idea of that she knew she was working herself up, she was overthinking everything but that’s all she had time to do right now was think. It had become so natural to self-doubt, to worry over the tiny things and work herself up when reality was none of it could be true. Though the tiny part in the back of her brain liked to remind her that actually, it could be and that she wasn’t being dramatic for preparing herself for the worst. No, Cas does love me, he will find a way.