It's been seven whole months since James had been in jail on remand. He had been unable to secure bail for obvious reasons and he was stuck in a place were luxury was nothing but a dreamy idea. His jailers had told him to count his lucky stars and that at the extent of his crimes, he could only be less safer in the outside world."The prison is here to protect you," the Warden, Max Beaurogard had told him. Max was being sarcastic but when James managed bypassed the verbal cruelty, he realized Max had been telling the truth. In here, he still got shoved around. Power was money and vice versa. In here, he had neither. But at least, he had interacted with several murderers. The fellows hated that he had been a pampered heir, but they seemed mighty satisfied that he was now a worthless piece of shit like the rest of them. All in all, it wasn't too bad. He was facing forty years to life. He imagined he could get used to this.Of course, he laughed bitterly. He could certainly get used to w
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