Chapter 75- Savior
AUTHORS POV~
He sat still on the cold hard bench, the cold metal of the restraints holding his skinny hands together. The room was dark, with the only source of light being the dimly lit bulb on the ceiling that was barely able to illuminate the area it was positioned But you could still make out his grey bushy hair, his dry dark lips, and sunken brown eyes.
He had almost forgotten how long he had been here, all he knew was that now and again his restraints were released and he would be brought food.
"All the merry, go round and round and—" He mumbled a song but stopped when he forget the words and rhythm "Fuck." He cursed bitterly. A life sentence, he had no idea how long he had spent inside this room. At first, he had tried to keep up with the time by counting every minute and recording it but after the first month he had stopped and since then he had been in here, isolated from the outside world, the only record of a passing day being the guard who would hastily shove food through the opening on the door. Mentally he may have been sound but physically he was drained and had long since past his limit, But at the very least he could still count on his mind.
He had always been proud of it, a rare gem, unsullied by no form of stupidity or irrationality, just intentional and perfected genius he told himself. His excuse for his insanity would always be scientific advancement but that didn’t hold up well with people who couldn’t give two fucks about science.
"Jacob." He heard a dry voice say from the other side of the door, his head snapped up, his brown sunken eyes staring at the heavy metal.
"Yes." He answered quietly then there was a snap, His eyes glimmered as he realized what was happening, they had finally realized his worth and were releasing him. He winced as the door shifted open and the bright light of the halls shot into the cell and against his sensitive eyes. A man stood at the door, piercing grey eyes looking at him with a sharp smile curving the ends of his lips.
"Who are you?" Jacob asked, his voice raspy and dry.
"Your savior." Luther with a malicious smile curving his lips.