(eng) P. S. Power - Discipline 01 by Absolute

Author:Absolute [Absolute]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter eleven

It was all Ben could do to not scream. His head was bursting, and felt like someone had set it on fire, which he knew wasn't true. Thankfully, there was no cell mate in with him to beat him up for not sleeping, or however it would have happened.

The space he was in was dark, but not pitch black. That might have been easier for him to take. It also might not have made any difference at all. He tried to control the feelings he was having with meditation, but that didn't seem to do anything except make it all worse. So he did what Glenda had suggested before he left.

He hung on.

It wasn't easy, but as long as he didn't start to gibber about the pain, and how he wanted to kill himself, things would be fine. A lot of people had problems when they were locked up, and he had to seem ready to kill someone. That was better, since he couldn't be punished for anger. Depression, which he felt as well, would have him locked in a special observation cell.

Then anything he did that was too strange could be used against him. His hands ached, but were still warm, which meant that blood was flowing into them. He'd seen that someplace, he was sure. When your hands were white and cold, you were in trouble. Not that he could see them behind his back.

More than anything, at that moment, Ben wanted out. It ate at him in a way that few things ever had. In the end, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to last there. Though, that wasn't the end at all. That happened after a few hours of sitting there. Then there was more of it.

Thankfully people eventually fell asleep, taking some of the pressure off of him. Not that it was enough. Ben didn't rest. There were dreams however. From hundreds of people. That made them go from slightly dark, or even brutal, to a massed jumble that couldn't be understood in the slightest. In a lot of ways that was worse, Ben decided. The images weren't clear enough to make out, but he nearly could. Most were in black and white, but a few were in color. What that was about, he had no clue.

His dreams were always in color, as far as he knew.

In the morning he was fed, though he didn't eat, since it wasn't on his diet plan. Scrambled eggs, and sausage with damp seeming toast. He left it in the door, which had one of the guards calling in to him.

"You alive in there?"

Ben answered, his voice sounding a lot livelier than he would have thought he could fake.

"Oh, I'm fine, thanks. I'm just on a diet and should be out today, I hope, so no need to ruin it."

That got a laugh and the tray taken away.

Then about five hours later, his bladder about to burst, they came to take him to see the judge.

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