Jailing the jailor
Geoffrey's possessions are taken, placed in a labeled bag, and stored for him. He is then processed, his prints and photo taken, and then he's led to a cell. A communal hole he'll be sharing with several other men waiting to be sorted back onto the streets or off to prison proper. There is one toilet in the cell, a thing which Geoffrey has no intention of using even if his life depends on it, and a few benches.
Soon, he'll be taken to Black Gate. His clothes will be taken, he'll be given a jumpsuit, he'll be given a cell mate, and he'll be murdered. That's surely how it will go. He will be raped to death, probably. That's what he's thinking about as he sits huddled in one corner of the jail cell, eying the criminals surrounding him both in his own cell and through the bars in the next.
He's shaking. Suddenly, something stabs him in the side. He shrieks like a girl and flails off of the bench, hitting the floor and skidding. He looks back to see a man in the next cage holding up a ballpoint pen he'd poked him with. Everyone laughs. Geoffrey tries to scowl as effectively as possible as he pushes his back up against the one wall and sits on the floor.
He's going to die.
Soon, he'll be taken to Black Gate. His clothes will be taken, he'll be given a jumpsuit, he'll be given a cell mate, and he'll be murdered. That's surely how it will go. He will be raped to death, probably. That's what he's thinking about as he sits huddled in one corner of the jail cell, eying the criminals surrounding him both in his own cell and through the bars in the next.
He's shaking. Suddenly, something stabs him in the side. He shrieks like a girl and flails off of the bench, hitting the floor and skidding. He looks back to see a man in the next cage holding up a ballpoint pen he'd poked him with. Everyone laughs. Geoffrey tries to scowl as effectively as possible as he pushes his back up against the one wall and sits on the floor.
He's going to die.