Prison Breakout
Walking with Mr. Macho and Mr. Chubs beside you is the complete norm. They each take your arms and cuff them, which is then followed by then holding your arms. You’ve never really put up a tremendous fight with them, but they’ve never trusted anyone as low in society in which they are a prisoner.
“Here,” Mr. Macho flatly tells you with his face dark.
The warden’s room is the most spacious room you’ve ever seen. There’s a bookshelf to the left, followed by a desk adorned with multiple gadgets and papers. The other side contains trophies and pictures of his accomplishments and achievements.
“Darrell, I’ve come to talk to you about something. Somenthing that you know about.”
Oh shoot, you think. “Okay,” is all you can manage to choke out.
“I know about your plans, to escape the prison, and you’re going to have punishments.”
You don’t answer. How come you answer? He knows you did it, and it’s too late now.
“How did—,“ “That’s not in your field, Darrell, so no I will not tell you,” the Warden argues harshly.
The Warden clears his voice with a cough, “Sixty days are to be added to your time here, and that is final.”
“Here,” Mr. Macho flatly tells you with his face dark.
The warden’s room is the most spacious room you’ve ever seen. There’s a bookshelf to the left, followed by a desk adorned with multiple gadgets and papers. The other side contains trophies and pictures of his accomplishments and achievements.
“Darrell, I’ve come to talk to you about something. Somenthing that you know about.”
Oh shoot, you think. “Okay,” is all you can manage to choke out.
“I know about your plans, to escape the prison, and you’re going to have punishments.”
You don’t answer. How come you answer? He knows you did it, and it’s too late now.
“How did—,“ “That’s not in your field, Darrell, so no I will not tell you,” the Warden argues harshly.
The Warden clears his voice with a cough, “Sixty days are to be added to your time here, and that is final.”