my clown - jjk

3 - prison bellereve

"Namjoon, dinner time!" The police man called out for the criminal behind the steel door which they never even considered opening. The blonde turned away from the imaginary batman, the box bag, he had been beating just now. "only my friends call me Namjoon." He spit as he walked closer towards the steel door with the small open window. "You ain't got no friends, Namjoon." He said after passing the criminal a plate with some sort of food on it. "What's that?" Namjoon glared in disgust. "It's called loaf, it got a little bit of dirt in there, toe nails, rat shit. Everything for grownups that turn into trash, like you." At each word the officer said, Namjoon had just nodded his head.

"Come here, want me to tell you a secret?" The criminal had asked, gesturing the police man to come nearer. "One day. Somewhen, somehow i'm going to get out of here and i'm going to rain down on you, like the holy ghost." The male had started to grown a little bit of annoyed by the police man's guts. "Wow, you just threatened a police man." He grinned at the man opposite the steel door which had been covered in sweat from punching the box bag.

"hell yean I did, Jackson." Namjoon had known the consequences but he still couldn't manage to swallow down his pride and shut up. He had to spit back fire instead of just apologizing and eating his stupid loaf. The steel door cracked open when five men had started to drag the criminal down the hallway towards the punishment room. They threw his sweaty yet strong built body towards a wooden chair, holding him still as other two started beating him up. Kicking him, slapping, punching everywhere but his face.

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The female had always loved to float in the air. Her slim, petite body was holding itself in the air by wrapping one leg around the blanket which she had positioned on the top of her cell bars, the moment she had been thrown there a few months ago. The blanked had been hanging there like a swing. Her cell had been surrounded by a fence and that fence by yet another fence. Four cameras on the top of each corners of her cell.

The blonde's head immediately shut towards the door as she had opened her eyes to face her new toys. She had been bored for the whole time, laughing to heraelf then and there, humming the same song which had been playing through the prison ever since she had arrived.

"Stay away. If she moves, fire her up, okay?" The same police man which had set Namjoon's nerves on fire had been standing in front of the girl's cell.

"You going to come down for me or what?" He watched her with an amused smile on his face.

Aera's face cracked a smirk as she laughed once again.

Her lunatic giggle could be heard through the whole room as she unwrapped her leg from the blanket and jumped down, gently, landing on her feet. Her feet making small tap sounds on the cold floor as she approached the cell bars, her hands wrapping themselves around the metal bars as she leaned her face in.

"You know the rules? hotness." He exhaled as he observed the female with lust in his eyes. "You got to keep off from these bars."

Her lips turned into a creepy grin as she licked the bars with the tip of her tongue. "Can you come in here and tell me that again?" Aera's voice was smooth and seducing. The other guards had felt a shiver go down their spines as they observed the scene. "Come on i'm bored. I'm bored, play with me." She pouted sweetly at him almost like a cute little girl begging for chocolate.

"You put five of my guards in the hospital, honey. No one is gonna play with you." jackson's hand had given a signal to someone behind the big black glass on the second floor on the right from her cell.

Aera had felt the wave of electricity stream through her body as she yanked her head back, laughing in amusement. How much she loved this feeling. The feeling of adrenaline and pain rush through her veins.

"Oh, that is just a whole lot of pretty and a whole lot of crazy."