cw self harm

[ Anger is easier to reach for. Anger's his very best friend in this cage and Carver shudders, cracking his head forehead abruptly against the bars. Pain blooms behind his eyes but it's not enough, it's never enough, he's still fucking here and the dead loom in his corners. Demanding their due.

He grips the bars of his cage, staring at the other man. Nearly vibrating with rage. ]

I'm pretty sure we're in Hell, [ Carver explains, eyes wide and bright. ] It's what murderers deserve.

[ And the bottom of his cage just drops the fuck out. ]