Chapter 3

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Someone was watching! He paces the length of his cell, his eyes narrowed in rage. Someone was watching and that someone is the reason they caught him. He should have taken care of the peeper too. If only he could have found him, he would have. 

“Someone was watching.” He mumbles as he makes another round. “I will find him. I will end him.” 

“Shut up in there! We are trying to sleep.” It comes from the next cell over and he pays no attention to it. No, he doesn’t care about what his fellow prisoners think. He has to figure out who was peeking and why he couldn’t find him.

He tried after he finished with the girl. He looked everywhere but whoever it was left no trace.  “But I saw his eyes. Yeah, he was there. He saw me and my pet, told the cops and they took me and her away. But I will find him. Yes I will. I will find him and play.” His laugh is unholy. It finally drags the guard to him.

“You are to be sleeping. Nighty night.” He stands and stares at the prisoner. Having been a guard for going on fifteen years very few of them get under his skin. This one does. He has crazy eyes. Charlie Manson type. He is glad he has the night shift so he doesn’t have to take him from his cell. 

“Nighty night screw.” He replies and goes and lays down on his bed, turning away from the guard. He waits a moment to make sure he isn’t getting back up before going to make a report on the incident. 

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