Sitting in a dark room with minimal source of light allowed in, crouched in a fetal position was a man who was most likely in his late forties. The beards on his face appeared unkempt and generally allowed to grow up to the point his lips could be barely seen.
He sat still listening to the sounds of dripping water from a faulty pipe connection .He loved the sound produced as the water made contact with the floor. It was the one thing that kept him sane to a certain degree.
Silence, a thing that he had grown all too accustod to was now but a tiring and reoccurring phenonon that he wished would co to an end.
But even with the acknowledgent that hope had departed him a long ti ago, it was only common sense at this point that it would only be wishful thinking for him to find comfort in his current situation.
Life imprisonnt wasn't sothing to be joyous about and in the case of Alex Riley, he never once believed he would end up this way.
Already spending the better part of his life locked up in one of the world's worst thought up idea of a correctional facility, he had co to achieve sothing that took him quite a while to co to, CONVICTION.
Alex was convinced that the world simply had no rules but one and that was that it was fueled by the cruel ingenuity of man. Of course, this had to be so and he was prepared to stand up and argue about it if ever given the chance to.
He had valid points locked away that he wasn't shy to unleash. For one, if the world wasn't cruel, then why would his wife and his boss be caught having sexual intercourse right on the course of his honey moon?
Surely, such event was enough to make a man question the fairness of the world. But even if that was brushed aside and categorized sadly as a normal occurrence in this day and age, then what then would be said about him being locked up after the the incident simply because for so reason, his boss and his wife were both found dead in a hotel a week later with VERY specific organs missing.
It simply did not make sense that he would be locked up without proper evidence other than the fact that he had a more "easier to work with" motive to have done such hideous cri.
After all, since there wasn't a finger that could point in any other direction, soone had to take the fall for it. And unfortunately, while the world seed to be spinning right for everyone else, Alex, perhaps was left behind.
*Bang!!! Bang!! Bang!*
A loud sound resonated through the steel door that blocked his way for years. He was sealed in tight and had been in this dark room for as long as he could rember.
He would be lying if he ever said he was getting used to the ordeal. Far from it, Alex wished daily that he could see the light again.
He prayed to different gods and deities that he knew that he be presented with the direct view of the sun so that he may apologize for his ignorance all those years when he still had his freedom.
Alex never believed a ti would co when his biggest worry would be to set eyes on the sun but then again, that was what happened when one lived in a world filled up with too many uncontrollable variables that could at any point spiral out of control.
*Bang!! Bang!!! Bang!!*
The door was clasped heavily again by whover was at the opposite side of it. Alex although not happy with his current situation got up fast this ti and staggered towards the door.
Old age had caught up with him quicker than it should normally. Furthermore, sitting in the sa position, sotis for days, wasn't exactly the most advisable exercise choice but Alex did it anyway.
Although wobbly, Alex managed his way to his cell door and just midway through the entire length of the door was a small open bracket and a tray sticking through it.
Alex grabbed onto the tray and it's content firmly, mindful, he didn't want to spill what might be his sustenance for days to co. If there was one thing he had quickly learnt to do, it was cherish monts like this.
But as Alex held onto the tray and expected that it would be allowed into his possession, he found it more difficult to dislodge it from the grip of whover was passing it through the small slit to him.
"0069...hmmm you know, I've always liked your tag number. Reminds of several things..one of them is sothing I plan to do to you if only you'd stop being...you!" The voice behind the hand holding onto the tray finally was heard. Cold and brash, the voice spoke with a confusing mix of disdain and desire.
Alex at that point shook his head a couple of tis. He knew exactly who was behind the door at that mont. How could he not? He had spent years hearing the sa lines being repeated to him. There was obviously no way he would have the voice confused for another. It had to be one and only one person.
"Good day, sergeant Brenda," Alex spoke...
"Fu*k ...your voice ...would love to hear you moan with that sexy, deep, manly voice!" The one referred to as Sergeant Brenda, said.
Once again, on hearing this, Alex shook his head because just like every other thing that was seemingly a routine, this was one of them as well. Brenda and her never ending advances.
He hoped to catch a break from it but knew better than that. If only there was a way to make her stop or get rid of her completely but sadly, after years of repeated advances, he knew the woman had no quit in her.
"0069 ..you are silent ..Hey, it's been a while since I saw that pretty face of yours. Let indulge myself for a mont, right sweet?" Brenda giggled at her own idea.
Still hanging onto the tray with one hand, she grabbed onto a handle just above her head slightly and pulled it sideways. Another slit opened again, although, this one was wider and revealed the interiors of Alex's abode. A plain cell room with a worn out mattress and a bucket left at an obscure corner should in case he needed to take care of business quickly.
"Boy, you haven't aged a bit. Just like twenties years ago, you are still that slick bad boy I cuffed," Brenda said to Alex as they both t eyes. Yes, as interesting as it may sound, Alex's torntor also played a crucial role in apprehending him for his "cris".
"Brenda..listen..I'm a bit tired and need this food.please let have it?" Alex requested politely, shoving aside all remarks made by Brenda to begin with.
"Yes..yes..you do need to eat. But as you can see, your situation is rather dire and in your hands. The K- section of the prison has never been more quiet as it is now. Most of your fellow inmates that ca in with you are either dead from natural causes or have been t by the full weight of the law.
You on the other hand, you appear to be resilient to nature's calls. It takes a real man to survive through the treatnt you go through but that's the point and that's why I want you, 0069, " Brenda voiced her mind.
"Brenda, I just want to eat. Can this wait?" Alex begged again.
"No..no.. it can't wait. As a matter of fact, most of the officers are out on inmate control duty as we speak. A handful have also left the facility under the call of the governor to pad his convoy lacking in numbers.
So in a nutshell, there aren't enough staffs to go around not to talk of anyone coming to the K- section. So babe, we have the whole section to ourselves. I cuffed you and brought you in here rember? Co on now and take your revenge on !!" Brenda said with a high pitched voice pointing towards the side of enthusiasm.
"What?! I'm sorry, but that can't happen," Alex asked not quite grasping what Brenda was on about.
"Fine, you are right. This can't happen...NOT with this door in the way," Brenda said and right then, she let go of the tray and with the tug put on it by Alex the whole ti, the unexpectedness of Brenda's action caused a chain of events that led to the tray being dislodged from his grip and therefore, his food splattering all over the ground.
Alex out of desperation crouched down and began to pack what he could back on to the tray. At a point, he forfeited that process and just straight up began to scoop it into his mouth. The whole ti, he was oblivious to the actions being carried out by Brenda which involved opening his cell door and standing just at the entrance watching him.
"A man ..but now you are behaving more like a dog. Well, that's good for because you are about to be just that for ," Brenda spat as she gazed at Alex.
Slowly, she walked over to Alex and not until she got directly in front of him and was standing over him did he notice that she was present. He looked up and t eyes with what be never thought was possible again. His eyes almost jumped out from their sockets. ...
"B..B..Brenda?"...Alex muttered...
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