Ryan’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, fear roaming his face. His wrists ached inside the cold metal cuffs as he was shoved forward again. He staggered through the walkway between two barbed fences, which demarcated the prison yard from the safe zone. By the gate, Ryan's handcuffs were removed. The same man advised. “Its better to die early. As a man, a long life here means more torture for you.” He added, “But if you don't want to die yet, avoid anything standing in Death Prison.” With that, the small gate opened with a crack and Ryan was pushed in. Inside, the yard stretched wide and barren, cracked concrete littered with rusted workout equipment, broken benches, and stains no one bothered to wash away. Men of different sizes scattered across the yard – bulky, lean, scarred, hollow-eyed. Some watched with bored indifference. Others stared with open hunger. However, seeing it wasn't a woman, their faces contorted. “A fucking son of a bitch?!” “Where are the pussies?
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