Prison Play

ently traced the marks on Vincent's body,

damp and cast faint shadows under his e

he sight, and I coul

ractive... bu

ithin me and pinched his face. I as

ceiling, and his gaze was hollow.

like an id

d him into my arms. "Be go

is eye. "You weren't like this before. You u

just quietly leaned against

ords, but he stubbornly r

ble and yet

cuments awaited processin

irs again and said, "Vincent

act with a pen without looking up. "If h

ated and sa

im and said, "If he wants

e further, but I impatient

ice but to get o

larly obedient that day. He didn't c

glanced at my phone. It was al

my temples. Then I went to

y body but couldn't wash awa

Vincent had ea

, I couldn't help

king trou

hing or not had not

by the water and couldn't help but la

d to see if he had

d to deal with the afterma

a bowl of hot soup, I slowly

open, I heard suppresse

so he hadn't starv

old, tattered bag while squatting in the co

as that b

sive designer backpacks, but h