I Accept and Confess

In a dark, dirty and small enclosed cell, Jirile sat on the floor with her hands handcuffed and her ankles tightly chained. She stares down, hair's shriveled and falling down enough to hide her apathetic bruised and dirty face. Her eyeglasses were nowhere to be found as it was lost before she got out of the institute's walls.

The little passageway in the bottom of the metal door opened, pushing a tray of plain foods into her cell. "Eat!" The soldier outside demanded and harshly closed the passageway that left a loud and unpleasant noise to her ears.

Jirile's dry lips opened and stopped. After a few seconds, her mouth formed and smirk and thrown her head back as she laughed. "Not hungry!" She playfully said, trying to tease the soldier outside.

"Then starve!"

Jirile's grin faded within a blink of an eye and looked at the wall with a stoic face. 'Boring.' She said as she failed to pass free time with the soldier by teasing him.