Pitbabe S2, Chapter 6 pg11

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   “Shut up, Dean, your mouth doesn’t rot, does it?”

   “Alright, alright, don’t get all serious. I know you haven’t cared about that in ages.”

   “It’s none of your business.”

   “At first, I was wondering if you’d get hung up staring at Way’s face, since Pete was all about him. But Way went and died too soon, so I missed out on the drama.”

   Thud!

   All of a sudden, it was like a demon possessed me. I grabbed Winner by the collar and slammed him to the ground, his back hitting with a loud thud. Yet, he still managed to grin.

   “Hey! What the hell!” As expected, the hero’s radar-like gaze caught it in a split second. I tried my hardest to suppress the raging anger in my chest, but I had to admit that this loudmouth’s face was infuriatingly provocative. “Stop it right now, or I’ll call the boss.”

   Go ahead and call him, then.

   That’s what I thought, my hands still gripping Winner’s collar so tightly it pressed against his neck. For a fleeting moment, I genuinely thought that if I wanted to kill him, I could crush him right then and there.

   “If you don’t stop, I’m really calling!” The hero spoke again, his tone dead serious, his face stern. He strode purposefully toward my bunk. The other cellmates stopped what they were doing and turned to watch. Of course, no one wanted to step in and stop it. They just watched because a fight between inmates was way more entertaining than the TV drama in the corner of the room.

   As I was weighing what to do with Winner, the other guys started circling around, drawn to the spectacle. Suddenly, the sound of keys clanging against the bars rang out. The crowd scattered in a panic. It wasn’t normal for the cell to be unlocked after lights-out. The hero’s face went pale. He turned to us, flashed a cold smirk, and mouthed silently, “You’re dead.”

   “Ken, Win, get out here.”

   The boss who unlocked the door called out in a hard voice. Winner shoved me off and stood up instantly, like a dog obeying its master’s command. I had no choice but to get up and follow the guard out of the cell. Everyone stared at us with wide eyes—not just from Cell 10, but from the other cells we passed as well. Some whispered, some looked sympathetic, others seemed gleeful, while a few didn’t care at all.

   “If we get sent to clean the pipes, you’re done when we’re back, Ken,” Winner hissed through gritted teeth as the guard led us somewhere outside the dorms.

   I didn’t respond, pretending I didn’t hear. Right now, I was only thinking about what could happen next. Being called out at this hour was highly unusual. Unless it was something major, the guards barely paid attention. Even when someone was dying, they’d drag their feet until people died in their cells. So, it seemed impossible that we’d face serious punishment just for grabbing each other’s collars.

   “Get in,” the boss said curtly, shoving Winner and me into a closed room. There was no one else around. The other guards had vanished somewhere, and only one light was on, even though it was already getting dark.

   Don’t tell me they’re actually throwing us in solitary.

   No, this would be more like double confinement.

   Bang!

   The door slammed shut without explanation. Winner and I exchanged confused looks. Honestly, my heart was torn between two extremes: one part was so terrified I could barely breathe, while the other was relieved, thinking this might just be the moment before I get killed.

   But those feelings morphed into pure fear when I saw the face of the person waiting inside the room.

   

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