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"Thirty One Days "Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Warning for torture and rape. Proceed
with caution. Pairings: Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell,
Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles
for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted
and rating may be subject to change. "Thirty One Days " Chapter 4: Left Behind Quatre crawled along the filthy cement floor, shaking hands groping for the bowl of grimy water that was shoved beneath the bars of his prison cell. He tipped the bowl towards his mouth, greedily slurping the dirty water, parched for hydration. His ears picked up the leers from the guards and blinked unseeing eyes, too thirsty to feel shame at his predicament. The torture sessions he'd been subjected to had gotten progressively worse the longer he went without giving them the information they wanted. They'd starved him, broken his bones, carved into his skin with dirty scalpels, pulled fingernails, sodomized him with inanimate objects, and finally, took his eyesight. The chemicals they'd poured into his eyes had burned like scorching fire, searing the sensitive skin around them. Now, they were threatening to castrate him with molecular acid. After what he was sure had been weeks, he'd lost all hope for a rescue. There was no sign that his fellow pilots had attempted to break him free despite knowing where he was. They were there with him when he'd infiltrated the base. He was the only one who hadn't gotten away. He tried to convince himself that it was nothing personal, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they hadn't rescued him because he wasn't worth the trouble. At this point, it was only the mission that mattered. The likely plan was that they would blow the whole base up from the outside, with him in it. He was collateral damage anyway, unable to pilot his Gundam with his now blinded eyes. He rested his cheek against the cold, gritty concrete and closed his eyes, succumbing to exhaustion. Death would come soon. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut until it embraced him with sweet, painless mercy.
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