Venn: {Useless POS attorney, asshole couldn’t do his damn job and get here in a timely manner. Traffic. Meeting. Whatever. He said I could be bailed out as soon as I was put before the judge….tomorrow. Fucking tomorrow. Damn bastard of a judge was long fucking gone for the day so now I was stuck with my ass being put into some cell overnight. I refused to listen as the layer tried to apologize while they were prepping to take my ass away. Instead, I threatened not only his paycheck but promised him that for every night I was locked up, I’d see he spent a week in his own fucking cage. He wasn’t mine, but his Sir was an old friend who owed me a favor and I knew he’d have no issue following through with my threat. After cursing the lawyer out extensively in my head, my thoughts drifted to Detective Tightpants. I pictured my fingers curled tight around his throat, but as I’m not a violent man, that image quickly turned to something else. I had to quickly derail that train of thought though before I was shoved through the door to my cell. The door clicked behind me and I walked towards the steel bunk beds, I was alone in the cell, but who knew how long that would last. I wanted to get as much sleep as I could before tomorrow, once I was sprung free, I had to figure out what my next step would be. My lawyer warned me I couldn’t leave town, not until the charges were dropped or I went through the trial, which really sucked. Thankfully I had enough money squirreled away to get me through, though sitting in one place for an extended period of time would likely drive me insane. I was really beginning to dislike that damn detective. I hauled myself up to the top bunk and settled against the sparse material, might as well try to at least relax since I was stuck here for a few more hours.
Surprisingly, I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness, likely due to the fact I hadn’t slept in nearly 36 hours or so, maybe more. I never slept well the night before a meet, and then of course the whole debacle I was in now hadn’t helped. But the sleep, as light as it was, was welcome. If only for the fact I needed to be fresh when I faced Tightpants again so I could properly gloat about being free. A small smile played on my lips at the thought. I would enjoy that small victory since I was fairly certain I’d not be paying him back properly for the cuffs. That was a damn shame too. He really would look good in them. I snorted a laugh between sleepy noises. That half awake, half asleep fog still thick around me. A noise tried to rouse me further. A click…something. My body jerked and I flailed, trying to right myself before I kissed the floor below. Landing with a grunt and a slight splat, I blinked a few times before pushing up with my wrists, now sore from bracing my fall. A boot pressed against my neck and a cold chill ran down my spine, “Why don’t you just stay right there, it’ll make it easier on us both.” I tried to turn my head to see who it was but the hard sole pressed harder against my neck, making words damn near impossible for me. Going a different route, I let my body go limp beneath the boot, buying myself few precious millimeters to breathe. I kept my body still and tried to see from the corner of my eyes, looking for anything that I could use to my advantage. “You pissed off the wrong guy, but he’s willing to give you another chance to make things right.” The boot moved off my neck and before I could think, I was rolling across the floor trying to get further away. I made it about one and half rolls before that damn boot connected with my ribs, causing a loud exhale as the wind was knocked from me. Another kick came, thistle harder before big and bulky reached down and closed his fingers around the collar of my shirt. Times like these I was kicking my own mental ass for not being a damn fighter. As a thief, I never had to worry about violence, which is just how I liked it, dammit. I tried to focus as best I could on the name that rested on his chest, S. Picolli. S. Picolli. “Are you listening, dirtbag? Change your shit up tomorrow to what you and Detective Cross discussed or you’re gonna find yourself in a world of hurting. Got me?” My head bounced off the stone wall with a sickening thud and I knew I’d have a lump there shortly. The forearm crushed my windpipe as dog breath leaned in closer. “I can’t hear you, Andrews. Gonna have to speak a little louder now.” I didn’t have much room, but I did what I could. I opened my mouth and creaked out a sound, one that interested him enough to loosen his hold slightly and then I threw my head forward as hard and fast as I could in the small space. I saw stars and shit, but he was too judging by the way I slid down the wall as he stepped back with a curse. I managed to block the next few blows, and even managed to catch his jaw with a wild swing, but I was outmatched and I knew it. I took a body shot to the kidneys, then another and another, until I was gasping for breath and coughing up blood. “You’re lucky I have orders to leave your face untouched, asshole. This is your only warning though, do what he says or you won’t survive another night in here. And don’t get cute and try to give Cabot any info, you can’t prove shit.” He gave one more kick to my knees, sending me to the floor before he turned away, slamming my cell door closed on his way out. I dragged myself to the bed, taking the lower bunk this time and sat upright in the corner, watching……waiting…and trying to remember to breath.
I don’t know how much time passed as I stared, unmoving, at the cell door until someone walked by to do a check or whatever it was they did. I was not going to be attacked again. I was ready. They paused outside my door. The only sound I could hear was the sound of my heart kicking into overdrive as the door swung open. Blurred bodies came closer. I stared, unseeing. Fingers touched my neck and I flinched, then struck out at the first solid form. Connecting. More hands. My ribs screamed. The pain was blinding. That was all I saw, felt. I was uncoordinated, but I used every ounce of energy I could muster as I fought them all. “Call the Chief, he’s covered in blood.” Fuck…NO! Don’t call. Wait. Did that mean…I stopped fighting. Focused. Not the same guards. I was going to kill the detective…or at least make his life a living hell. My anti-violence stance was quickly fading when it came to this whole damn situation} #HellintheCell
Surprisingly, I found myself drifting in and out of consciousness, likely due to the fact I hadn’t slept in nearly 36 hours or so, maybe more. I never slept well the night before a meet, and then of course the whole debacle I was in now hadn’t helped. But the sleep, as light as it was, was welcome. If only for the fact I needed to be fresh when I faced Tightpants again so I could properly gloat about being free. A small smile played on my lips at the thought. I would enjoy that small victory since I was fairly certain I’d not be paying him back properly for the cuffs. That was a damn shame too. He really would look good in them. I snorted a laugh between sleepy noises. That half awake, half asleep fog still thick around me. A noise tried to rouse me further. A click…something. My body jerked and I flailed, trying to right myself before I kissed the floor below. Landing with a grunt and a slight splat, I blinked a few times before pushing up with my wrists, now sore from bracing my fall. A boot pressed against my neck and a cold chill ran down my spine, “Why don’t you just stay right there, it’ll make it easier on us both.” I tried to turn my head to see who it was but the hard sole pressed harder against my neck, making words damn near impossible for me. Going a different route, I let my body go limp beneath the boot, buying myself few precious millimeters to breathe. I kept my body still and tried to see from the corner of my eyes, looking for anything that I could use to my advantage. “You pissed off the wrong guy, but he’s willing to give you another chance to make things right.” The boot moved off my neck and before I could think, I was rolling across the floor trying to get further away. I made it about one and half rolls before that damn boot connected with my ribs, causing a loud exhale as the wind was knocked from me. Another kick came, thistle harder before big and bulky reached down and closed his fingers around the collar of my shirt. Times like these I was kicking my own mental ass for not being a damn fighter. As a thief, I never had to worry about violence, which is just how I liked it, dammit. I tried to focus as best I could on the name that rested on his chest, S. Picolli. S. Picolli. “Are you listening, dirtbag? Change your shit up tomorrow to what you and Detective Cross discussed or you’re gonna find yourself in a world of hurting. Got me?” My head bounced off the stone wall with a sickening thud and I knew I’d have a lump there shortly. The forearm crushed my windpipe as dog breath leaned in closer. “I can’t hear you, Andrews. Gonna have to speak a little louder now.” I didn’t have much room, but I did what I could. I opened my mouth and creaked out a sound, one that interested him enough to loosen his hold slightly and then I threw my head forward as hard and fast as I could in the small space. I saw stars and shit, but he was too judging by the way I slid down the wall as he stepped back with a curse. I managed to block the next few blows, and even managed to catch his jaw with a wild swing, but I was outmatched and I knew it. I took a body shot to the kidneys, then another and another, until I was gasping for breath and coughing up blood. “You’re lucky I have orders to leave your face untouched, asshole. This is your only warning though, do what he says or you won’t survive another night in here. And don’t get cute and try to give Cabot any info, you can’t prove shit.” He gave one more kick to my knees, sending me to the floor before he turned away, slamming my cell door closed on his way out. I dragged myself to the bed, taking the lower bunk this time and sat upright in the corner, watching……waiting…and trying to remember to breath.
I don’t know how much time passed as I stared, unmoving, at the cell door until someone walked by to do a check or whatever it was they did. I was not going to be attacked again. I was ready. They paused outside my door. The only sound I could hear was the sound of my heart kicking into overdrive as the door swung open. Blurred bodies came closer. I stared, unseeing. Fingers touched my neck and I flinched, then struck out at the first solid form. Connecting. More hands. My ribs screamed. The pain was blinding. That was all I saw, felt. I was uncoordinated, but I used every ounce of energy I could muster as I fought them all. “Call the Chief, he’s covered in blood.” Fuck…NO! Don’t call. Wait. Did that mean…I stopped fighting. Focused. Not the same guards. I was going to kill the detective…or at least make his life a living hell. My anti-violence stance was quickly fading when it came to this whole damn situation} #HellintheCell