Crowley Penitentiary
It's not long after lights out.
The prisoner is down in the hospital ward for the fourth time this month. That smarmy Russian bastard paid him a visit a week after the beatings started. Now the other inmates had reasons of their own to beat on him, because he knew he was going to get hurt no matter what he did so he made them sing for it.
He was good at making people sing for it. There was one flaw in his plan, though-- someone stabbed him two months ago. He couldn't see who but he could guess who by now. Things like that don't stay a secret for long in the rat box, and now he was sure on certain days if he didn't get himself solitary they'd kill him. The aforementioned bastard made sure all these guys in here knew all the names on the lists they drug out at the trial. His stupid sister eased up her sentence by telling the feds all about it and where most of them were buried.
The stab wound still hasn't healed right. They've gotten him a couple more times and this last time they busted open the side of his skull. He can't and won't ever see out of that eye again, not as long as he's in here, and they still haven't decided whether they're going to send him somewhere worse for that job six years ago in Spain.
That's not in the plans.
It took him months to arrange all this, and he's gotten into more trouble for things he didn't actually do while trying to make sure he wasn't discovered. He limps to the door when it gets opened. "Did anyone hassle you?"
The prisoner is down in the hospital ward for the fourth time this month. That smarmy Russian bastard paid him a visit a week after the beatings started. Now the other inmates had reasons of their own to beat on him, because he knew he was going to get hurt no matter what he did so he made them sing for it.
He was good at making people sing for it. There was one flaw in his plan, though-- someone stabbed him two months ago. He couldn't see who but he could guess who by now. Things like that don't stay a secret for long in the rat box, and now he was sure on certain days if he didn't get himself solitary they'd kill him. The aforementioned bastard made sure all these guys in here knew all the names on the lists they drug out at the trial. His stupid sister eased up her sentence by telling the feds all about it and where most of them were buried.
The stab wound still hasn't healed right. They've gotten him a couple more times and this last time they busted open the side of his skull. He can't and won't ever see out of that eye again, not as long as he's in here, and they still haven't decided whether they're going to send him somewhere worse for that job six years ago in Spain.
That's not in the plans.
It took him months to arrange all this, and he's gotten into more trouble for things he didn't actually do while trying to make sure he wasn't discovered. He limps to the door when it gets opened. "Did anyone hassle you?"