Felix shivered inside the cold, dark cell.
For some reason, it felt colder and darker than usual. The air felt damp and humid, almost like when he's inside a cave. He hugged his knees closer as he sat on that bed.
There was a piece of cotton on his nose. He has multiple scars after the warden got tired of him shouting at night from his nightmares.
He was hurt all over, the most he had been since he was a kid. Back when he was still bullied a lot.
He still had been during his latter years of high school and in college, but it's mostly verbal or in much more manipulative ways. Everyone tended to be too busy to beat up people during those years, even the dumbasses.
But he didn't pay attention to the pain at all. Sometimes, the beatings even served as a distraction for him. Because he knew that those aliens wouldn't kill him. Not in the brutal way that these idiot policemen do.
No. The aliens wanted his body intact.
