The days passed on and on and on and on and on and on and on. Me and Sucuma kept working on that Execution platform, building those towers, nearly falling off and dying. Good stuff. Then we engaged in dishwashing. Trying to remove stains that were actually impossible to remove. Good stuff. We swept on the floors nonstop for over 2 days to the amusement of Joe and Rodney. Then painted the hallways for like countless days.
We consumed the same putrid food with our bare hands. So every bloody night my stomach would curl and swirl like crazy. I even puked once.
In the meantime, we had bathes in these hard tubs from the Victorian era and everything smelled strongly of iron. And like the water was so bloody cold oh man oh god. I guess the only good thing was that nobody was able to rape you.
Freetime involved us being alone in our cells, not able to speak to nobody. FUNTASTIC! No calls to home. No board games. NOTHING AMAZING JUST SIT IN YOUR CELL AND SLOWLY DIE!! GOODNESS ME IM GONNA GO CRAZY!!
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"Hello sugarplum!" Joe's funny voice rang annoyingly in my ears. "Seems you've grown a beard. Come along, cheerio."
Mocking Great Britain's patented accent again. How dare he.
We alone moved through the cells. Not inviting anyone else.
"What occasion did you bring me for?" I asked rudely.
"Oooooooh, an anniversary has come." He replied suspiciously. By this point we two classes were able to communicate with each other on at least a villainous way.
"For me?"
"For you." We moved in the cafe. Just the two of us. Like fucking destined lovers. There on my side of the table a cake, the size of my head. With reflective icing and an inch layer of sprinkles that littered the top. With a long flaming candle in the center.
"Happy first year at the impound, Mr. Warny." Joe, then Rodney, out from some pillar, applauded rapidly at my 'achievement.'
"This-"
"Is all yours." The pair smiled broadly. "Dig in."
I took their word. Every second I plunged my hand, scooped and devoured that handful, then immediately got another and another and another. Until the whole plater was gone.
"Oh my- Urghhhh! Yeah, fucking decicous. Wha-what flavour was that?"
"Your friend's fiiiiiiicuuuuuule maaaaatterrrrrrrrrr."
"Huuuu...arggggggh!" My satisfaction turned to agony! My intestines were being the fuck apart! The two guards smiled devilously as I withered on the ground, shaking, like I could have a bloody stroke.
"We emptied all of the diary supplies but man was it worth it." Expostioned Joe.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGHHH!"
"Your friend Sucoocoo did an injury right here." My shaking eyes caught a scar in his head. "Paint bucket. He said it was an accident while painting during some overtime. But nah, it was secret revenge against me, on behalf of you."
"HAAAAAAARGGGGGH!" I got angry. I lunged at the monsters. But it wasn't enough, taking just a step back.
"Beat him to a pulp, stuffed some laxative and gave the stuff to lunchladies to their magnum opus."
"Cunts god damn CUNTS!!"
"Tired of that tone. Here's seconds, on behalf of him!" Rodney shoved the candle down me throat, the thin layer of wax melted away and felt human flesh, a finger? No! OH MY GODS, it was his!!!!!
"BWAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Joe was hysterical, stomping around like a skitziis. While Rodney was determined to perform the great embarrassment of my life.
"Chew it ya cunt! Get that dick into bits!!" Or it'll be yours too!" He unshelved a blade with some dried blood on it. Joe had his phone out, documenting the whole indindent. No... NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I used what strength I had to tackle Rodney, shit the cock out, and pinned him, then-
"YA BASMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I turned in a wolf. I pried his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, so fast and so good.
"Bitch!" Joe came with his glock. I came in with my claws
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM Every blow like a bomb! As his skull was being flattened. Rodney gripping his now partical face.
"FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE." Ten dozen officers came down like ninjas. I was surrounded in blue and black. A swarm of fist. Daggers of pain.
BOOM BOOM BOOM
They killed... my... conscious...
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That Spectacular Guy
HumorThis is the amazing, fantastic tale of a boy who learned of alternative means of obtaining things. The story is fiction yet possibly true. There is comedy yet tragedy. Who will go and who will still. READ AND FIND OUT!
