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I looked up and saw a man in a dark uniform crossing the room, flanked by two veteran guards. Tall, broad, rigid posture. The type who believes he can
change something in here. Patético.
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The inmates watched, alert, waiting to see how it would unfold. I kept smoking, unbothered.
‘Inferno Bay has turned into a damn circus,” his voice echoed through the cafeteria.
Perfeito.
The so–called new head of security glanced around, oozing arrogance.
*From now on, the rules will change. No inmate will receive special privileges. You’re all criminals–and you’ll be treated as such.”
The air grew heavier. Some inmates exchanged looks. Others stayed still, focused on what was coming next.
Tony watched me from the corner of his eye, waiting for a reaction.
But I didn’t move a muscle.
Not yet.
The new guard stepped into the center of the cafeteria, arrogance dripping from every step.
Chin up, chest puffed out, trying to assert himself through posture alone.
So predictable.
‘Starting today, things are going to change!” His voice boomed. “The anarchy ruling this place ends now.”
A few inmates murmured among themselves, but most stayed silent. He didn’t care. He kept on with his little speech.
“Anyone who breaks the new rules goes straight to the punishment cell.” No food. No water. And don’t think it’ll be a pleasant stay.”
A smug grin stretched across his face.
“You’ll learn that I’m the only law here now.”
Uneasy glances passed between prisoners. The punishment cells weren’t new, but the way he spoke made it clear he planned to abuse the power.
“No more special treatment!” His tone sharpened with disdain. “No private meetups in cells. No little cliques acting like they run the place. Any suspicious behavior will be punished harshly.”
Then, his eyes landed directly on me.
Ah… so it was about me.
The whole cafetería held its breath. Everyone waited for my reaction, but I kept smoking, blowing the smoke slowly, completely unfazed by the pathetic show he was putting on.
This was getting interesting.
My lack of response clearly bothered him. He stepped forward, ripped the cigarette from my lips, and crushed it under his boot.
“No smoking. His eyes locked onto mine. “I know your reputation. Try something, and I’ll show you who’s really in charge here.”
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Tension tose like a wire pulled tight, ready to snap
All eyes turned to me, waiting.
But instead of exploding, a crooked smile curled on my lips. I crossed my arms and stared at the poor bastard who actually thought he had control over this place.
“Yes, sir,‘ I said softly, each word laced with quiet disdain.
The bastard didn’t like my answer.
He wanted a reaction.
He wanted me to lose control.
He wanted me to strike first.
Patético.
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He opened his mouth to keep the show going, but before he could say another word, one of the veteran guards stepped in.
“Leave it for later. The warden’s calling you.” His voice was tense, almost a plea for the idiot to back off.
The newbie hesitated.
For a second, it looked like he’d push further.
Then he turned to me with a sharp glare.
“You’re lucky, asshole,” he snarled, before turning and walking out of the cafeteria.
My expression darkened.
Lucky?
That little bastard is going to learn exactly who he’s dealing with.
The rage still simmered under my skin.
He really thinks he has power in here?
I stood up calmly, every step measured and slow. Before leaving, I glanced toward the kitchen.
My eyes met Elijah’s. He was watching, anxious, uncertain. As soon as I smirked, he looked away–just like I expected.
A skittish little bunny… But soon, he’ll be tamed.
Tony followed in silence, thoughtful. Once we were far enough from the cafeteria, he finally spoke, cautious.
A low laugh slipped from me, the frustration still buzzing beneath the surface.
I pulled out another cigarette, lit it slowly, and exhaled, watching the smoke curl into the air, the bitter scent wrapping around me
“Why didn’t you do anything to that guard, buss? Tuny asked, voice full of frustration. He crossed the line
I turned my gaze to him. He looked at me expertantly, waiting for me to say I’d act immediately
But Tony still didn’t understand how I operated.
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I don’t act on impulse.
I wait.
I set the perfect stage before crushing any worm that dares to challenge me.
I took another drag, the smoke slipping past my lips before I answered.
“He has no idea the mistake he just made,” I said with disdain, every word heavy with tedium. “But I’ll let him play pretend for now.”
Tony nodded, though he clearly wasn’t satisfied.
Before he could say anything else, I turned to one of the guards and gave a direct, unquestionable order.
“I want curtains in my cell by the end of the day.”
The guard swallowed hard and immediately left to obey.
A slow smile tugged at my lips.
Let that bastard believe he’s in control–for a little while.
Just like every other fool who thought they could take me on.
But when the time comes–when the stage is set and the fall is painful enough–I’ll deal with him myself.
And no one in this place will ever forget who truly runs Inferno Bay.
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I looked up and saw a man in a dark uniform crossing the room, flanked by two veteran guards. Tall, broad, rigid posture. The type who believes he can
change something in here. Patético.
1
The inmates watched, alert, waiting to see how it would unfold. I kept smoking, unbothered.
‘Inferno Bay has turned into a damn circus,” his voice echoed through the cafeteria.
Perfeito.
The so–called new head of security glanced around, oozing arrogance.
*From now on, the rules will change. No inmate will receive special privileges. You’re all criminals–and you’ll be treated as such.”
The air grew heavier. Some inmates exchanged looks. Others stayed still, focused on what was coming next.
Tony watched me from the corner of his eye, waiting for a reaction.
But I didn’t move a muscle.
Not yet.
The new guard stepped into the center of the cafeteria, arrogance dripping from every step.
Chin up, chest puffed out, trying to assert himself through posture alone.
So predictable.
‘Starting today, things are going to change!” His voice boomed. “The anarchy ruling this place ends now.”
A few inmates murmured among themselves, but most stayed silent. He didn’t care. He kept on with his little speech.
“Anyone who breaks the new rules goes straight to the punishment cell.” No food. No water. And don’t think it’ll be a pleasant stay.”
A smug grin stretched across his face.
“You’ll learn that I’m the only law here now.”
Uneasy glances passed between prisoners. The punishment cells weren’t new, but the way he spoke made it clear he planned to abuse the power.
“No more special treatment!” His tone sharpened with disdain. “No private meetups in cells. No little cliques acting like they run the place. Any suspicious behavior will be punished harshly.”
Then, his eyes landed directly on me.
Ah… so it was about me.
The whole cafetería held its breath. Everyone waited for my reaction, but I kept smoking, blowing the smoke slowly, completely unfazed by the pathetic show he was putting on.
This was getting interesting.
My lack of response clearly bothered him. He stepped forward, ripped the cigarette from my lips, and crushed it under his boot.
“No smoking. His eyes locked onto mine. “I know your reputation. Try something, and I’ll show you who’s really in charge here.”
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Chapter 20
Tension tose like a wire pulled tight, ready to snap
All eyes turned to me, waiting.
But instead of exploding, a crooked smile curled on my lips. I crossed my arms and stared at the poor bastard who actually thought he had control over this place.
“Yes, sir,‘ I said softly, each word laced with quiet disdain.
The bastard didn’t like my answer.
He wanted a reaction.
He wanted me to lose control.
He wanted me to strike first.
Patético.
2
He opened his mouth to keep the show going, but before he could say another word, one of the veteran guards stepped in.
“Leave it for later. The warden’s calling you.” His voice was tense, almost a plea for the idiot to back off.
The newbie hesitated.
For a second, it looked like he’d push further.
Then he turned to me with a sharp glare.
“You’re lucky, asshole,” he snarled, before turning and walking out of the cafeteria.
My expression darkened.
Lucky?
That little bastard is going to learn exactly who he’s dealing with.
The rage still simmered under my skin.
He really thinks he has power in here?
I stood up calmly, every step measured and slow. Before leaving, I glanced toward the kitchen.
My eyes met Elijah’s. He was watching, anxious, uncertain. As soon as I smirked, he looked away–just like I expected.
A skittish little bunny… But soon, he’ll be tamed.
Tony followed in silence, thoughtful. Once we were far enough from the cafeteria, he finally spoke, cautious.
A low laugh slipped from me, the frustration still buzzing beneath the surface.
I pulled out another cigarette, lit it slowly, and exhaled, watching the smoke curl into the air, the bitter scent wrapping around me
“Why didn’t you do anything to that guard, buss? Tuny asked, voice full of frustration. He crossed the line
I turned my gaze to him. He looked at me expertantly, waiting for me to say I’d act immediately
But Tony still didn’t understand how I operated.
2/3
Chapter 20
I don’t act on impulse.
I wait.
I set the perfect stage before crushing any worm that dares to challenge me.
I took another drag, the smoke slipping past my lips before I answered.
“He has no idea the mistake he just made,” I said with disdain, every word heavy with tedium. “But I’ll let him play pretend for now.”
Tony nodded, though he clearly wasn’t satisfied.
Before he could say anything else, I turned to one of the guards and gave a direct, unquestionable order.
“I want curtains in my cell by the end of the day.”
The guard swallowed hard and immediately left to obey.
A slow smile tugged at my lips.
Let that bastard believe he’s in control–for a little while.
Just like every other fool who thought they could take me on.
But when the time comes–when the stage is set and the fall is painful enough–I’ll deal with him myself.
And no one in this place will ever forget who truly runs Inferno Bay.
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