CHAPTER 13 –  SO MANY DICKSONS.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

I feel the weight of every step I take in my knees; it’s not as bad as before, but it’s barely any better. I should have just asked for a wheelchair.

“How do you feel?” Jane asks from behind me.

“Like shit,” I blurt out truthfully, struggling to take another step.

“How does shit feel?” she asks, and it’s as if she charged my anger as I stare at her in utmost disbelief.

“Like you, stupid!” I snap.

“We should have just remained at the hospital," She says, glancing at my knees before shaking her head.

I smile widely, a fake one. “Yeah! Great idea! Let's return.”

“Are you being sarcastic?” she ask.

I raise my shoulders and let them fall, “So A-Jun can come back, might even use the door this time, and finally take my life.”

“She’s being sarcastic," Jane blurts out in realization.

“Of course I’m being sarcastic. Why are you even here? You are about as useful as a solar-powered flashlight in a cave. I’m so fucking convinced you’re the reason we have instructions on shampoo bottles.”

“That’s a very creative way to call me useless and dumb. Well, I’m legit about to be useless to you at night. You’d wish for my dumb brain pretty soon,” she says, pointing at a cell room. “This is your cell. 2501.”

“My,” I repeat in disbelief. “You’re not sharing a cell with me?”

“I thought I was also, someone pulled a stunt. Your mother is trying to fight it and work it out, but you’ll have to stay here for a while until she figures it out,” Jane says in a mocking tone.

I fix her with a cold look that instantly silenced her nervous laughter. “Which someone else is daring to challenge my mother?”

“Don’t know… Don’t care!” she fires back, throwing her hands in the air. “Always have a pepper spray, even in bed. I don’t know who it is yet, let’s hope it’s someone who doesn’t want you buried and decomposed into dust.”

“Who doesn’t want me dead in this prison?” I whisper under my breath, but she hears it.

Jane scuffs, “It’s a large place; there must be someone who doesn’t hold anything against you. Anyway, I’m just a few cells from you. I’ll be here every morning when the cell doors are unlocked to check in on you,” she says, and in a minute she’s gone.

I bet she’s happy we are separated at night.

“So after hiding from prison vampires all day, I still won’t be able to get a good night sleep?” I say and sigh.

The cell is roughly the size of a small walk-in closet. A bunk is by one side, a narrow metal frame by the wall. The mattress is a thin plastic-covered pad that crackles every time the occupant moves. There is no toilet or sink in our cell rooms, which is very good. Instead, there’s a place where everyone showers and takes a dunk. There’s a small locker under the bunk for personal items, like legal papers, a toothbrush, or a few books.

The cell door is a heavy slab of reinforced steel. It has a horizontal flap at waist height for sliding food trays in or hands out for handcuffing.

Looking around the room one last time, I notice someone is already using the room, the bottom bed is already occupied, and that’s sad because I cannot climb the upper bed with these useless knees.

Let’s worry about my knees and where to sleep later… for now… what if my roommate is someone who wants revenge on my mother? Which means wanting me dead.

Panics fills me, I begin to walk from one end of the cell to the other, anxiously waiting to see the face of my cellmate.

“Oh God, will I die tonight?” With a sigh, I walk towards the bottom bed to sit.

☠️

When I slowly open my eyes, it’s morning already. Gasping, I rush up from the bed, realizing I had fallen asleep on the lower bunk bed. I looked up to see if my cellmate had used the upper bed instead, but it’s empty. Whoever my cellmate is didn’t show up last night, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

The cell doors beep unlock and Jane immediately rushes over.

I walk out to meet her, and she sighs, “You’re not dead yet? That’s a good sign.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, my cellmate didn’t show up last night,” I retort.

“He or she must have gotten his or herself in trouble. Probably beaten up and left for dead somewhere.”

“I can’t even figure out if it’s bad news or good news,” I say with a tired yawn.

“Worry less about your cellmate. You won’t be returning until night. Start worrying more about how you’ll survive for the next twelve hours today," Jane says. " C’mon, I’ll show you around."

We hit the bathroom first, which can also be the toilet. Oh yeah, I saw dozens of naked bodies. Naked breathing bodies… like they are alive, not dead. Alive and willingly walking naked. Males and females blending together like rice and beans.

“Close your mouth! You’re in the toilet, and there are germs,” Jane jabs me with her elbow.

“Why are they naked?” I ask the most important question I’m most curious about at the moment.

“Because they have to shower?” Jane responds rhetorically.

“But they are walking naked even after the shower,” I say, trying to prove a point.

“They are used to it. And… they care more about leaving this place alive than who is staring at their butt, and I think you should do the same, too.”

“No! What I think I need to do is speak to my mother so she can separate female toilets from the male ones.”

“This is prison! Don’s Daughter. A prison with zero human rights. What did you expect?”

“Oh," I say mockingly, " That one's dick is dancing around shamelessly…” I point my index finger at a man covered in tattoos. Even his dicks have drawings and piercings on them. “… My eyes”

Jane slaps my finger down and I wince, “Then stop looking! And pointing!”

I put my hands back up to cover my eyes and then put two fingers apart, “I’m not looking.”

“Yes, you are, but… okay.”

“Wait,” I say and freeze. “I don’t have to go naked and shower with them every morning… do I?”

“Nope. I don’t either. There’s a time when there are fewer people here. During lunch.”

“So I have to sacrifice my lunch?” I ask, giving her a bombastic side eye. “Wait, you mean there would actually be people.”

“Fewer people,” she corrects. “Plus I’ll be here… I’ll cover you.”

“So you’ll see me naked?” I ask, sending her a suspicious look.

“We are both girls,” she says without any care in her eyes.

“You said the same before you gripped my ass the other day and also suggested I gripped your… Boobies,” I yell back, putting emphasis on the word BOOBIES.

Jane tilts her head to one side in defense. “To support you from falling and also for you to support yourself, do you have trust issues?”

“Trust issues? You bet! That’s the foundation of my upbringing.”

“Then see a therapist. We have cutey in this prison.”

“He’s only going to suggest I fuck or loan me money, which by the way is going to be catastrophic in the future.”

“I don’t like girls!” Jane blurts out. “And even if I do, I’d prefer someone soft spoken and fragile… you’re not in any way my type!”

“That’s offensive… What the fuck is wrong with me? Your taste in girls is just horrible.”

“This is a baseless argument.”

“Oh yeah? Then I’m going to add base.”

“What if A-Jun sees you naked?”

I freeze.