Endurance

Chapter 8 - The Beating

I would say I woke up to my annoying cell neighbors making an inappropriate joke about me, but I was already awake. That's right, I didn't go to sleep again.

"I see scrawny over here missed yet another day to go outside and play basketball. I would say he missed out, but he probably plays with balls enough in his free time anyway." The guy in the cell next to me joked and the people in the cells all around me laughed with him.

If I actually were to commit a crime, it would be right here and right now because I want to kill him.

"I don't like being called that." I said with a straight face. I was doing a good job holding my anger in.

"What, 'scrawny'?" He asked but already knew the answer. "Well that's too bad because that nickname for you is really catching on."

"Scrawny, it's time for breakfast." The guard said as he was unlocking our cells.

The others laughed their heads off.

"See?" He said while still laughing.

"See this?" I showed him my middle finger as I got up and walked past his cell to the cafeteria.

I heard multiple 'ooooo's and laughs. 'Damn!', I also heard someone call out as I walked off.

I was so sick of showing up at the cafeteria to see the horrible food options so I had no hope at all. But when I checked I saw that it actually looked edible today. The eggs looked gross but the bread didn't look moldy at all. I looked down at my stomach as it grumbled. I was so starving I just decided to give in. I grabbed a tray with eggs and bread on it.

I went to go sit down but a the guard who made me do the laundry yesterday came over and told me to go to the laundry room to switch the laundry over. I decided bring my food with me.

I walked over to the laundry room that was next to the 'G' section of the jail cells.

As I walked in, I saw that the big dude with the huge tattoo and his two friends were in their too.

Grins and mischievous smiles appeared on their faces when they saw me walk in.

My face automatically went to complete fear.

"Boy, we've been dying to get you alone." He said as they looked at me up and down.

"Terry, shut the door, would you?" He said to one of the smaller guys.

He walked behind me and shut the door.

"Get his tray out of his hands so we can show the newbie how things work around here." He cracked his knuckles which made me gulp.

The other one with eyebrow piercings walked over to me and snatched my food and stepped behind the big dude with it.

"Please give it back." I asked politely but immediately regretted.

"Oh what is it? Has little Spencie not been eating?" He mocked me.

I wondered how he knew my name but I just ignored it.

"I haven't been. I haven't eaten in exactly two days, twenty-one hours and eight minutes." I went all smart on them.

"Well you must really want some food then."

"Yes I do. Now please give it back, I'm starving." I pleaded.

Him seeing me begging made a smirk appear on his face.

"Maybe we should feed him our fists instead." He held it out.

It was so huge. I looked at it in terror and then back up at him.

"Aw look at the fear in his eyes! That is just precious." He looked at his friends while pointing. "How about you say we punch in that cute face of his?"

The other dudes nodded and they all stared at me while approaching.

"Wait. Don't." I started to back up while they backed in. "This isn't a fair fight, please!"

I backed up to the point where I couldn't anymore. My whole body froze when it hit the wall. They kept getting closer and closer.

"Stop!" I said one last time before the first punch came in.

The first punch was right to my face and the second was the other side.

I looked up after being striked twice. Panting, I managed to get out, "That's enough, don't you think?"

"You wish." He said and then punched me again. The other two guys were on both sides of him enjoying the show.

He punched me in the gut so hard I spit out blood.

"Owww!" I yelled in pain.

He punched me in the face again making me fall over. I tried to get up but he punched me in the face again which brought me right back down onto the floor. After that, I didn't even bother trying to get back up.

He kicked me in the gut so many times I felt like I was dying.

When he took a break, I rolled back and forth on the floor holding my stomach. There was blood on my face and a ton I had spit out.

"Look at him struggling!" They enjoyed the sight of me in pain.

"I'm begging you. Please stop." I finally had enough strength to talk.

He leaned down so our faces were really close.

"I would. But I'm enjoying this way too much." He said and then punched me again.

This time everything went dark. Pitch black covered my eyes as I passed out.