The prison stank of rot, filth, and forgotten souls. Darkness clung to the walls like mold. Cold, wet, and silent—except for the occasional squeak of rats or the faint dripping of water. A girl lay motionless on the ground, her limbs limp. Her body barely reacting to the cold beneath her.
Milena.
A guard stomped in, a metal bucket in hand, water sloshing from the rim.
He stopped in front of the girl, looked down at her with nothing but hate in his eyes, and dumped the entire bucket of ice water over her body.
Milena jerked violently, gasping as the freezing liquid shocked her awake. Her scream caught in her throat. Her hands flew up instinctively, as if to shield herself, but there was nothing to fight.
"Get up, bitch," the guard snarled.
He kicked her, hard. Her body rolled slightly with the impact, a small whimper escaping her cracked lips.
He spat beside her, then turned and walked away, laughing with the others who waited outside the cell. The metal gate clanged shut behind him, the sound echoing through the corridor.
Milena slowly sat up, her limbs trembling. Her teeth chattered, her jaw locking in place. She looked around with dazed eyes.
This wasn't a cell. It was a grave.
The walls were damp. The floor was wet. There was a foul mix of piss, shit, mold, and something worse clinging to the air. A dim bulb flickered weakly above her, barely casting light.
She spotted something in the corner, a mat. Or what used to be one. It was threadbare, brown with filth, its original color long gone. But it was all she had. Dragging herself toward it, She crawled toward it on all fours, her bones aching, her belly growling like a wild beast.
She tried to push the hunger aside, but it stabbed at her stomach like a knife.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Silent. Burning.
She closed her eyes and for a moment, tried to forget. But memory didn't fade.
FLASHBACK.
Warm lights. A big house. Her mother's laughter and hums from the kitchen. Her father's hand ruffling her hair or reading the newspaper in the living room. She used to sit by the fireplace, legs crossed, solving puzzles and asking questions.
Their home—bright, warm, full of love.
She had friends. Laughter. Confidence. She was brave, Smart, even. Everyone loved her. A girl who didn't hide from the world.
Now, that girl was gone.
Swallowed up in one night of,
Blood.
Screams.
Fire.
Gunshots.
And silence.
Tears streamed silently down her cheeks.
She opened her eyes and wiped her face quickly as she heard footsteps. The gate opened again, a plate slid into the room, and the guard left without a word.
She crawled toward it and stared in disgust. The beans looked like slop—water and mush—and the bread was rock hard. Her stomach twisted again. What other choice does she have. Beggars aren't choosers.
She gagged at the smell but grabbed the bread. She bit into it, her teeth grinding against it painfully, but she chewed and forced it down.
When she was done, she crawled back to her mat and curled into a ball. Her stomach still ached. Her throat still burned. But her eyes finally drifted shut, pulling her into a dreamless sleep.
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Selina stepped out of her room like she owned the world.
Her short red mini dress hugged her body tightly. The spaghetti straps barely held anything up, and her long legs shimmered under the hallway light. She wore red heels that clacked with every confident step.
Her lips were painted blood red, matching her nails. Her hair flowed down in soft waves, brushing her lower back.
She smirked as she stopped in front of Venom's room, gave a lazy knock, and pushed it open.
Empty living room.
She stepped in, glanced around, and smiled as she heard water running in the bathroom.
Selina smiled to herself. "Perfect timing."
She walked in, hips swaying, and sat on the bed, crossing one leg over the other, waiting like a queen on her throne.
Minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Venom stepped out, towel wrapped low on his hips, hair dripping wet, droplets running down his neck and disappearing beneath the towel. His chest bare, abs hard and glistening. His muscles glistened under the low light, tattoos peeking along his arms.
Selina's breath caught. Her heart pounding. He was every shade of dangerous and sexy wrapped in one.
God, he looked like a sin. She whispered to herself.
He glanced at her, brows slightly furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
Selina stretched out fully on the bed, voice sugary. "Do I need permission to enter my boyfriend's room?"
He didn't answer, already turning toward his wardrobe. His back muscles flexed as he moved.
Selina stood up and walked to him. She touched his arm gently, then grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.
Hard. Wet. Hungry.
Venom let her.
Their mouths moved together like they'd done it a hundred times. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her in before he suddenly pulled back.
"What do you want?" he asked, breath uneven.
Selina smiled, licking her lips. "I saw a girl."
He stiffened.
"Pretty little thing. In the prison. Who is she?"
Venom's jaw tensed. "The fucking daughter of pedro. Useless."
"He had a daughter." Selina said stunned
"Yeah."
"Then can I play with her. Come on, it's just a little fun. You can join us." Selina purred.
Venom didn't look at her. "Do what you want. Just don't kill her."
"Why?" Selina whined, stomping her foot like a spoiled child. "Why do you care?"
He turned around, eyes blazing. "I said don't kill her."
The room went silent.
Selina swallowed hard but then smiled again, her voice soft. "Fine."
She turned, and flipped her hair, while walking away swinging her hips. She'd gotten what she wanted.
Permission.
Poor little Pedro's daughter.
Playtime was about to begin. Selina thought in her head while smiling.