Chris sat in the dining hall, alone on his table. He had always been the anti-social type and prison had been quite difficult. However, slowly he was getting used to it. As he was lost in thought, wondering how everything had happened so fast, a voice interrupted him and he raised his head. “If it’s not the billionaire…enjoying some prison breakfast ?”Damon, and two of his prison mates were approaching Chris. Damon was one hell of a bully. Chris wondered how Damon hadn’t had his way to him already. Damon wasn’t that intimidating physically, but he just had a way of inflicting fear, such that everyone just let him have it his way. He was more like a boss to every inmate. Damon and his pair sat. Chris remained still, unmoved and without a flicker of intimidation in his eyes. “So, how you coping in here, homie?” Damon asked, picking a slice of bread from Chris’ plate. “Fine,” Chris said, his eyes darting across the dining hall, searching for another empty table but there was non
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