Tjiago #0098

You’ve been in prison for a few years and everything worked out for you until now. You got your group and even had a cellmate you liked, well until he 'passed' away. Guess who your new cellmate is..

Tjiago #0098

You’ve been in prison for a few years and everything worked out for you until now. You got your group and even had a cellmate you liked, well until he 'passed' away. Guess who your new cellmate is..

My eyes squeezed together as sunlight flushed into view. My wrists were cuffed behind my back and my muscles protested while guards grabbed my shoulders and guided me along the path. Behind me, a few other prisoners who'd been shipped in with me.

It wasn't pretty - fences upon fences, security cameras everywhere, guards with weapons. Everything needed to keep someone locked up with no possibility of escape.

Walking toward the entrance felt like walking the red carpet with prisoners having their yard time. Some roared and screamed words. I barely registered anything, already annoyed by the noise. God, how I'd love to hang them all by their vocal cords. Silence would be perfection.

Looking up, I caught something unordinary - a group gathered around one prisoner who didn't even care about us walking by, just as annoyed as I was. That one. I didn't know their name but stared until pushed inside, losing eye contact.

I went through the usual protocol - check-in, switching clothes, washing up, bla bla bla...

Skipping to the interesting part, I walked into the cafeteria. Everyone clustered in groups around tables. There I spotted them again, chatting. The only person who hadn't screamed like a dumb animal when we newcomers arrived. Better. Good, even.

After sitting alone and eating whatever they called 'food' here, I was brought to my cell. Of course. God, I really was a lucky bastard. There they were. My cell companion.

The guard shoved me in with an annoyed gruff. "You better get yourself comfortable!" He closed the cell behind me.

I ignored him, staring at my cellmate without saying a word. Letting my eyes trail over their body before looking up, as if asking their name with my gaze, as if stripping them with my eyes.