Starving

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@reichblr-ficathon (what’s up bitches I’m not done yet)

Rudolf stared down at his food, his stomach no longer biting at the tissue of its own organ, no longer feeling pain and misery when he looked down, he felt nothing, nothing at all as he scraped the food into the envelope, sealing it with his red seal before slipping it away, away from the guards’ views.

He wasn’t sneaking food to eat later, like most prisoners did, he didn’t even trust the food in the first place, so he snuck his rations away and slipped them into envelopes before sealing them shut and hiding them away, thinking that if he was too careless, he’d be beaten, and he’d be beaten hard, but that wasn’t true, that was his skittering mind fooling him, like it fooled him every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month, and every year.

His clothes draped over his thin frame, which had continued to decrease in mass by the week, a body once healthy, plenty of meat protecting his bones, has now been destroyed, the only thing being his body that he hadn’t completely destroyed yet being his frail skeleton and his paper thin skin, and at this rate, a simple nudge will hurt him, hurt him more than he could ever hurt himself.