Prison Dog

Part 1: The request.

"Up! Everyone up! OPEN THE CELL GATES!" Yelling was heard and banging on our cells' where heard.

"Paul, my favorite convict. Get you're soddin' ass up!" Someone yells at me. I am going to take a wild guess here and say it's my favorite prison guard Alex Mitchell. Sorry, i forgot to introduce myself. I am Paul John and i am currently in prison. I've been in prison for over 30years now on death row.

Death row isn't fun, you're constantly on edge awaiting when you're about to die. Death. The one thing i am NOT afraid of. After all I've done, i kind of deserve this fate. I am not going to go into details about the inhumane deeds i have done, that my friends. Is a story for another time.

Sitting up, i look at my plain 4 by 4 cell. It was decorated with random photos and pictures. My bed in the left corner of my room, a little window next to it. Toilet, sink and some essentials. It was just an ordinary cell. Except, unlike in the movies i can't dig myself out of here with a spoon!

Standing up, i stretch out my sore muscles and hear popping and cracking.

"A'right paul" Jason greets, jason is a con-mate of mine. He currently lives in the cell right next to mine. He's on death row two and he owns a beautiful pitbull that also lives in the prison.

"Alright" I greet in my gruff voice. Clearing my throat i walk outside the cell and wonder down into the canteen.

"So, this is the year paul! The year where you can request anything you want! Except freedom!" He laughs, smirking slightly i grunt.

"Well then, i'll have to find something to suffice." I grin. Grabbing a bowl of porridge and a glass of orange juice i walk to table number 4 and sit on the edge with jason following.

"So, whatcha gunna ask for then?" He questions, eyes glistening with curiosity. How did he even get in here? He's as soft as a fly!

"Jack Russel" I reply solemly. I hate discussing this, it's my life why does anyone need to know about what i'm going to get.

"Why a jack russel" He continued to nose, smashing my fists onto the table i rise and glare.

"It's none of you're buisness on why i am going to get a jack russel! If i want to get a bloody jack russel i will get a jack russel! IF I WANT TO GET A HIPPO I WILL GET A HIPPO!" I yell. Jason's cowering form retreats back and he continues to eat his food. Glancing around i see people staring. "WHAT?!" I snap, everyone turns back to their food.

Sitting back down i continue to eat.

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"Paul John, please come with me" A prison guard requests. Standing up i follow him up the steps and past the many cells to the office. Opening the office door we walk in to see Stacy. The boss of this here lovely place.

"Ah, Paul John! It's the time of the year. What would you like this year?" She smiles sweetly. She was a character she was, beautiful golden hair and pale skin. She was like the blonde version of snow white.

"A jack Russel Ma'am" I reply, making sure i'm polite and controlled. She's a nice woman.

"Type?"

"Short haired, male."

"What will it's name be?"

"Toby, Ma'am."

"Okay, you're free to go. He will be here in the next couple of days." Nodding i stand up, smile and tip my imaginary hat and walk out.

Walking i head off to my cell, there's nothing much to do here except read and go into the yard. But if you go into the yard, make sure you know how to fight otherwise that's you screwed.

I don't really interact much with the other convicts, all they do is brag about what they did. Now, i used to brag when i first got sent here but to be honest what i did was horrendous and i wish i never did any of the things.

I suppose now i should actually explain everything i did. But please, don't look at me or think of me as a cruel man. I agree, what i did was cruel but i've changed over the last 30years.

So, i had a normal life. A wife, and 3 kids. Beautiful kids might i add, i had 2 twins. A girl and a boy, and a 2month old daughter. They where normal children, we where just a normal family. But.. i had a sick twisted idea....

And it involved my children.

I ended up raping them... beating them daily.. my wife got scared and tired of this so she tried sticking up for them but.. i hit her to hard and she died. My kids got abused and raped everyday by me since, until i got sick and bored of them. So i disposed of them.

I was a sick twisted man. But i regret it all, i miss them dearly and i wish i never did any of that. I want to have my beautiful wife and children back.. but, i can't change the past. If i could i would.

So, that's my story.. my sick twisted story.

And unfortunately, I'm bringing a poor defenseless animal into this prison.

Soon, i'm going to have a prison dog.