"I didn't do it! They always say, but you kid, you're different," Ranted the officer in front of me. I bluntly stared down at my naked body, ashamed of my thin figure. It seems a couple of hours had passed since the Five-O appeared at my front door.
Now I was inside of the check-in office at Iron-Gate State Penitentiary, standing ass-naked in front of the prison's commanding lieutenant, Matthew Cormack. He was still ranting on about some bull that I didn't care about, while my hands were lazily cuffed behind me, as I moved them, grinding against the metal.
He stared at me as if he expected me to just vanish. His eyes full of some sort of idiotic pity. I stared straight back, not saying anything stupid to land me further in this mess. All I did was-
"I said fill out the damn sheet!" Yelled out Matt, as he slammed his fist on the table. "Maybe I would if my hands weren't cuffed, dumb-ass," I replied gently. I felt a rough hand smack the back of my head as pain bolted through. "Don't talk back, Slum-Trash!" Grunted the stressed lieutenant. He threw me a jumpsuit and shoved me out the door without letting me fill the sheet, then removed the cuffs. After getting dressed I was savagely shoved through the metal grid door and I heard that bastard Cormack's voice over the intercom. "Prisoner 297, Jedediah Chross, report to Cell Block D. Welcome to Iron-Gate, Maggot," and then the intercom shut off.
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Escaping Iron-Gate
AdventureJail is a harsh place, isn't it? Well it really depends on what you did to get into where they take you... Meet Jedediah Chross, your average collegiate. He's a goody two-shoes, solid grades, never touched liquor or drugs, nothing bad except for one...
