happy families :: m.g.c.

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michael hated his cell.

he had been locked up in solitary confinement in the insane and mentally disabled wing for just three days and the prisoner across the hall had barely stopped screaming to take a breath. if michael could, he would've walked across to the man and ripped his vocal cords out and shoved them up his ass. and then he probably would've cut off the man's dick and shove it down his throat. then maybe michael would be able to sleep.

if the screamer didn't die soon from dehydration or malnourishment, michael didn't know how he would be able to deal with it for twenty years.

he had hope that he would get out, he just needed a little time to devise a plan. but he wouldn't be able to if the idiot kept on screaming.

michael had to get away from him. if, and when, he got out, he would become one of the most wanted criminals in the country. he needed a plan with little to no faults. his goal was near impossible. but then again, michael hated it when people underestimated him.