A prison?...
"W-wait, you don't understand..." Val stuttered, cocking his head sideways, trying to keep his eyes on Haynes even though Haynes kept pushing him deeper and deeper into the trap house.
"Is that so...?" Haynes mocked. "What is it that I don't understand, slave?"
By this time, they had gotten to the end of the hall where the last cell was.
"N-No, listen... I-I'm not this... person! M-My name is Valentine Reynolds..." Val yelled with wide eyes, panting like a trapped rat when Haynes opened the cell door.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you". Haynes smirked, shoving Val in as though his words had no effect to him. "We all desire to be someone else sometimes".
"Specifically entities of higher rankings, and I don't blame you for that. A weak slave like you can only dream". Haynes's eyes softened for a brief moment to something close to pity, swiftly, before adjusting to the regular mockery.
