Remove Your Hand

Vanya:

“Why is it every fucking time I end up in a cage?” I asked the dark shadows that danced across the ceiling of the current cell that I now occupied.

Lying on my back as I watched the seductive dance of shadows with the slow plip of water, dripping from a small crack near the only source of light. A small peephole that allowed a thin ray of light to ghost a glowing circle against the dark gra