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Death by execution of the electric chair had been quite unpopular during these modern times but when one commits actions so vile, even a heart wrenching punishment as much feels so unfair.
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"Cell 9." A masculine voice vibrated throughout the empty soulless hallways that endlessly sought redemption. Groggy groans arose around the different cells of other filthy prisoners who were disturbed at the alarmingly early hour of breaking dawn.
The guard, armored in his casual brown shirt bottom folds tucked beneath his black finely ironed slacks, he stood before the metallic bars noisily moving bundles of keys he held in his hand.
Bald head reflecting the dimming lights held above, his eyes circuited with the prisoner held in cell 9.
"Ethan."
Amber eyes immediately sparked to the middle aged officer, golden flecks whirling in the darkness that pooled beneath his orbs.
The guard pulled the door open expectancy lining the aging lines of his features as he stared at the delinquent. Spine stilled and hands clasped behind his back, his shoulders were tense and hard as board, body motionless even the wind poised to be cautious where he stood.
"Tell me something Satan." He swallowed and licked his chapped lips. "What am I to call thee?"
The officer's face scrunched up in undiluted confusion and he stared at the boy as though he had just admitted to eating pubic hair for fun. "First of all, my name is Stanley so stop with your nicknames and what are you even saying?"
"I mean your occupational name."
"Correctional officer." Stanley's voice pitched unsure where the banter was going. "Godammit! don't fucking waste my time just get out of the there."
The correctional officer slid a pair of cuffs through the opened door landing them before Ethan's feet as we've come to learn. He skillfully clasped them to his wrists, eyes glued to the officer.
Leading the way through the dark corridors passing by cells filled with filthy robbers, rapists, murderers and other shit men who curse just as much as Ethan, the officer occasionally cast side glances to the prisoner who silently followed, gaze unclear.
The guard eventually halted in his steps as they stood before an empty dark room with its door widely opened.
"Okay Satan, what's gotten into you?" Ethan interjected siding to the officer who stood hanging his head low.
