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☭- My character has been captured and put in a Soviet Labor camp and your character is a guard working there
Clara was awoken early - before the sun - to the harsh sounds of human voices shouting, demanding they get up. She stumbled to her feet, shivering as she quickly put on the few layers of clothing they allowed, and shoved her feet into ragged shoes.
She and the other prisoners stumbled out into the freezing weather, the sharp wind chilling them to the bone. Clara felt her teeth chattering as they moved out to work - always building, digging, stacking. For what? They never said.
The guards were everywhere, always watching and waiting for a chance to hurt them, to punish. As if they could do any better, given the circumstances.
Clara felt unexpected tears rising; she had been so strong in that manner for this entire ordeal, and now she found her cheeks wet as she stared wearily up at him, her hands shaking as she struggled even to sit up, finding herself panting and weak, leaning against the slant of the low ceiling as she stared at him with a dull gaze.
“Kyle…” She found his name left her lips as a whimper, and she grasped her side protectively under her hand. “Kyle, if those medicines don’t work, I’m done for.” She groaned, pressing her free hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she couldn’t stop. She was panting uncontrollably, her entire frame stiff with pain and exhaustion. “I can’t,” she whispered past her fingers as she loosened her grip. “I can’t.”
Kyle did not know what to do. This was the first time he actually made a move above his own expectations. He had always been taking care of himself only. Sure there were times he tried to protect those he loved. But for a long while now, things had been different. He laid back under his fear of pain and death. And now he finally chose to help someone else, he might just have ruined it all. <i>He</i> was the reason she got shot, after all.
''Lay back down'' He whispered desperately, helping her back upon the matress. He had the feeling it was over and he struggled with desperation. ''I am going to try something'' Kyle muttered towards her, handing her a box of pain killers. He was about to leave when he turned and took out two pain killers and grabbed the box once more. He did not want to have her take an overdose while he was trying to stretch the boundaries of the rights he had to claiming a girl.
He went down, walked up to his superior whom he greeted respectfully. He tried to explain that he had harmed a prisoner he had claimed, but that he meant to keep her alive some longer and that it would not work if she'd go out today. He tried to manipulative and smart with his words, but he had no idea whether it would work or that this would cause them to shoot her point blank, right away. They could tell him to find someone else, which was why he tried to make it sound logival to keep her alive. But maybe this was going down a way he did not want to.
