Life in prison

Chapter 25

Lots of events...

But they're so important to all of us...

Reconciling with your fears. Isn't that a wonderful feeling? //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

And then, after a few minutes of incessant chattering by the prisoners, there was silence.

A Teletubbies with black hair and a coat over his body approached them. In his hands he held a very heavy red folder.

Miles knew exactly what was in that folder.

Finally the head of the prison reached the counter that was being set up for the high ranking Teletubbies to speak. The important thing was that this black Teletubbies didn't start pushing a fiery speech like their government once did.

Miles' ears nearly wilted when the warden spoke.

"Comrades, prisoners today you..."

How he wanted to vomit! He'd heard those speeches in the war, when every day they were told about the importance of winning this war! That every soldier's life is important...

How he wanted to spit in his commanders' faces then. And now... The face of the head of the prison, as if he wanted to crap on his own face, and he wanted to rip off his tongue! Listening to a good part of the monologue of the chief Teletubby, Miles was already bored.

"When will they let us go?"- he muttered to himself.

Richard grinned at his words. - "We've been standing here for 24 minutes, and you're already bored?"

"It's the same thing every time." - continued the former sergeant. - "We already know that the Arena is a place of death. And that very few people come back from it alive."

"That's true." - Richard agreed.

Fortunately for Miles, the head of the prison decided not to prolong his speech and immediately gave out the base.

Do you want to fight in the Arena? Please, no one is holding you back. Just tell me your name and number. But you should know that you're going to die.

And then. Oh, fuck. It was like Miles was listening to a military lecture! The fucker wasn't even going to shut up!

He was ready to abandon the arena and go alone. SO HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE OLD MAN'S MONOLOGUE!

"They're watching us. It's like we're lab rats."

The aggressive personality's words were like a breath of fresh air in the cell.

Better to have an internal dialog than an old man's monologue!

From the side, the prisoner saw that on the second floor, where their cells were located, there were a bunch of prison employees. From guards to technicians, the only things missing were the medical staff and the teachers from the children's corner.

They were all looking at them. Interested to see who would be in the meat grinder this time.

The former sergeant rarely watched the stands, but sometimes, and he saw how much these things enjoyed the suffering of the prisoners. Some of the beaten guards or other prisoners even brought food into the Arena. To munch on as the prisoners tore each other's limbs off.

The inner revulsion he felt then was not his at all. He was used to death, and Altre loved killing Teletubbies.

And yet... The disgust was from the young person. To Sergeant Maila's surprise, she wasn't even going to relinquish control of her body.