CHAPTER 6 – THE HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

We drive into the prison, it’s like three times the size of our penthouse, like a whole community, with so many people, I will be under-reacting if I say two thousand prisoners. Males and females aren’t given privacy in this prison, and things like ‘basic human rights’ are canceled on a big billboard. You are on your own. No law to protect you, no right, and for me, no soldiers, except for Jane, the planted American female soldier, but what can she actually do to protect me in a place this shitty?

Most females are lucky, they get to share cell with the same sex. But the unlucky ones, are coded together with the opposite sex. I cannot begin to imagine the high chance of something awful happening to them. Well, some of them make it officially romantic and turn lovers. But, that is definitely never going to be my case. Men sucks, everyone should just agree to that factual information.

The detective walks away, and I’m left to tour hell.

I walk past the first gate, and all my belongings get collected. My jewelry, shoes, clothes, and phone.

Oh God! Not my phone.

I am given a different uniform to wear, and I pout at the color.

“I really hate orange. Do you perhaps have brown or sky blue? I think it goes better with my skin,” I tell a correctional officer, and I just get ignored.

One other male prisoner snarls at me, "You must still think you have a choice."

Not like I asked for his opinion.

“Fine! I’ll manage it,” I retort.

I walk past the second gate, and I’m given a basin, a towel, a new brush, a few soaps, and that’s basically it. The third gate is where our rooms are being distributed.

I follow, standing in line. It gets to my turn, and I’m given a room, I immediately proceed to find my room so I could settle in… in prison.

I take a sharp turn to my right, and a male prisoner is beating up a female prisoner. She has her hands wrapped around her head to protect it. I freeze, gulping so hard it hurt to swallow.

Inhaling sharply, I immediately take a step back, taking a sharp turn to my left before I get noticed, but there’s a female prisoner beating up a male prisoner. He is pinned to the wall, and she has her fist rushing blows to his gut. His mouth is covered with blood, and he looks like he’s going to die any moment now. I stop dead in my tracks, left and right look like a no-go area.

“I just have to stay low,” I murmur to myself, tiptoeing and walking straight ahead, praying to my God that I’m invincible.

I get to the fourth gate, which leads to the cell rooms, and prisoners are gathered in front wanting to go to their cells. There’s also a large TV screen on the wall, for news and only news, we don’t get the privilege to watch opera or romance, just news, so prisoners know what year it is.

Suddenly, the television screen turns on and a news report with the headline, “Sora Hell Morgathor, only daughter of the Don of Hell Morgathor, popularly known as Dickress, due to her sharp tongue, has been thrown in prison for the death of Senator Lee Man-su.”

I snap my gaze towards the television screen; luckily, my face was blurred, and I heave a sigh of relief.

Breathe, Sora, breathe… just stay low… like an ant. No one knows you're hell Morgathor.

“They should have just brought her to this prison, didn’t her mother trap us here?” A man behind me says. “Then we’ll finally be able to get our revenge.”

“I was locked here without any valid reason. If I find her daughter, I’ll tear her limb from limb,” another fires just beside me.

“We deserve revenge!” another lady shouts from far behind, and the entire prison erupts into a scream, “YEAH!!!”

Fuck me.

I inhale and exhale sharply, “Right now, I’m just a normal girl like everyone else,” I murmur to myself. “Just stay out of everyone’s face.”

A female prisoner walks towards me, “You’re young and beautiful. How did you find yourself in Hell Morgathor prison?” Apparently, people won't stay out of my face. She has her black hair in a rough bun, her long-sleeve prison wear pulled to her elbow, and she looks Chinese.

“I was also trapped here by the Don, just like everyone else,” I blurt out.

Where’s the lie?

The lady nods her head in understanding, “You must want revenge too.”

“So badly,” I say with the right amount of anger. “If I lay hands on her daughter… I’d just smack her in the face.”

The lady tilts her head to one side suspiciously, “Smack?”

“I mean smash!” I correct immediately. “You know, I’d fuck her up; even her mother wouldn’t be able to recognize her corpse.”

The prisoner smiles at me, “That’s the spirit. If you hold on to that spirit, you'll survive this place.”

I puff out a sigh of relief, rubbing my chest to calm my throbbing heart, but it is too early to celebrate.

“Sora Hell Morgathor, your cell room is 2501. You don’t get special treatment because your mother is the Don,” I hear a foolish correctional officer say, pointing straight at me.

All eyes snap towards me, including the Chinese lady who just spoke to me; she looks more shocked than the others.

So much for staying low.