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The title was way too long to fit (jus like ma dick!![im sorry])
Anyway if you cant read it its "pretend the weeds are flowers." You can read as deep into that as you want, friend.
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The prisoner you about to see is the guy from last chapter that hercules talked to. He is about to be punished with solitary confinement, which is insanely inhumane and violates basic human rights. People go insane, can become extremely ill, and are sometimes forced to live without snshine, other people, or actual food for weeks or even months. Solitary Confinement by definition is a form of torture, yet is still legal and used within the majority of the united states. Sign the petition, talk to your local representatives, do everything you can. Because this aint right.
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Three men dragged the inmate across the floor, holding onto him far too tight, seeing as he had no fight left in him.
"Please, im not going to fight, or run i-" the man began.
"Shut the fuck up, inmate." One of the guards said, kneeing the man in his side.
He winced, staying quiet as they dragged him down a different path.
"Wait, where are we going?!" He asked, now francticly squirming and kicking. He assumed when he got back he would just be placed in gen pop. What were they doing with him?
"I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP." The guard repeated, kicking harder this time. The man bit his tounge, very very scared.
They dragged him down to a strange part of the prison. It was quiet and there were rows and rows of white metal doors.
They opened one, and threw the man inside, who fell hard on his elbow. Before he could mutter a word they shut the door, the sound of thelocks clicking closed echoing around the small metal box they shoved him in.
"What did I do? Please dont leave me here!!! Please, not here!!" The man pleaded, banging against the door. He knew what solitary did to people. He didnt want to be that.
"Should of thought of this before you ran off." A gaurd said, laughing before they walked away, their footprints growing fainter and fainter.
The man sunk to the ground, numb. He wouldnt survive this...
He had friends who came back from trips to solitary, and they werent themselves ever again.
No matter when he got out of this box, his soul would die in here.
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Far away within the same grounds, two brothers, two southerners, and two gaurds were enjoying their time in the prison yard.
Thomas and Lafayette walked around the perimiter of the fence, enjoying the freedom to stretch their legs. Mulligan and Burr were on duty, trying to stay serious despite how nice the weather was that day. Alexander and John lay in a patch of grass, soaking up the sun as they whispered sweet things to each other.
"Here." Alex said as the couple laid in the grass.
"Hm?" John asked, opening one of his eyes.
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