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I said, “What if we worked together to make this place better?” “What will change hard-core criminals serving life imprisonment at most cases?” That touched me a bit, but I wasn’t there. “We give them what they want while we get what we want.” “Which is?” “If we give them drugs at a cheaper price for starters, the protection you were talking about will come seeking for me.” I said, “Once everyone knows about our stuff, we will increase the price and we will be making money for as long as you are working in this prison because I`m also serving a life imprisonment.”

“I bet you taste like roses and honey.” I didn’t break our stare-down. “Can a prisoner at least get a book? I mean, if you’re not going to entertain me in any other way…” It was probably not wise to poke him, but I wasn’t some weakling he could bend with a few harsh words and threats. He stared at me before disappearing into his “office” but surprised me when he came back over with a book in his hand. He let loose a battered and beaten flutter of pages through the top of the cage. It landed in my lap with a thump. The binding was cracked and the worn pages indicated it was a much-read book. The cover wasn’t familiar, but it was also scuffed and torn.

Barry said, paging through his file. Gordon banged on the door, announcing their time was up. Barry left soon after that. Austin was booked and processed, and all his valuables, including his phone and Rolex, were taken away. "Welcome to your temporary home!" Gordon said, throwing him into a filthy holding cell with nothing but a scrappy mattress on the floor and a stainless steel toilet in the corner. "Don't get too comfortable. Pollsmoor Prison has prepared a fancy cell for you. Maybe you'll run into your associate, Ivanov. I heard he's recovering well."

Presently, this may sound extraordinary for the prisoners yet is this extremely full of feeling? The prison system today has evolved into a normative power based empire Using manipulation of the prisoners to keep Fear instilled in the inmates to prevent the them from Acting outside of what is deemed as acceptable behavior when confined to prison. The people of the time believed that prisons would cause a decrease in violence and criminal activity within the community. They hoped it would deter people from committing crimes out of fear of what would happen to them if they went to prison. Others argued that incarceration would increase the criminal activity and violence within the community a

Had she wandered into the inmates’ cell block by mistake? Her heart leaped into her throat as her gaze fell on a large cell. The bars, brick walls, and floor all appeared to be made of silver. Inside, five inmates—reduced to skin and bones—were locked up. Men and women, stripped bare, with hair of varying colors. Two were curled up on the floor, while three sat against the wall, their legs pulled to their chests. Heavy iron shackles bound their wrists and ankles, as did the collars wrapped around their necks, the chains tethered to the walls. They had dry and rough skin, almost scaly, with cracked lips as if someone had drained all the moisture from them.

Ethan began his report, looking extremely serious at work, but the activity from that phone made it hard for him to focus. Ding. Aaron felt a dull ache starting in his head. He ignored it, acting as if he didn’t care. “...I’ve identified an international human trafficking ring...” Ding... Ding... Two consecutive messages arrived. This demoness, she wouldn’t stop! Aaron clenched his hands, determined not to open them. Absolutely not letting himself be manipulated again, especially not in front of his subordinate. “...an arrest warrant has been issued. We expect results within the next 24 hours.” Ethan concluded his report: “Captain, do you have any further instructions?”

“A clemency program is on the news. I don't know if you've heard it already.” Of course. Even inside prison walls, news found its way through the cracks. “Three hundred inmates. Justice reform. Humanitarian review.” Bukky continued when he didn't get a reply from me. Matteo gave a quiet laugh. “The entire prison is dreaming.” Diego shook his head slowly. “They release boys in programs like that.” Bukky added calmly, “Underaged offenders. Small theft. Non-violent cases.” Diego folded his arms. “Not men connected to international investigations.”

This is the strangest thing that ever happens in my life, this place is insane, they just take every single cent from us and let us do whatever we wanted. “Oh my goodness, this place is insane!” I shut the door in thrilled as I walk towards the drawer and put my computer on top of it after. “Those guards won’t let an inmate using a cell phone but they let us using a computer, we can even call people from the computer, what a fool!” I laugh softly as I turn on my Mac. “Oh, fuck! Should I buy the Wi-Fi instead?” I sigh. “Shit! How can I use this thing if I have no Wi-Fi, fuck! I don’t even have any games before I got here” I mumble.

I set my bag down on the desk and turned to face him. "You wanted to talk business," I replied. "So talk." He sat down in the chair across from my desk. "I need a transport authorization," he replied. "Your logistics company handles deliveries to Hartfield Correctional Facility." I frowned. "That's one of our contracted facilities, yes." "I need a delivery made there," he continued. "Donation packages. Basic supplies, clothing, books, hygiene products. That kind of thing." I studied his face. "You want to donate to a prison facility?"

Nobody is stronger than prison. But because men are weak and weak men can always be bought. I was sitting on the small metal bed in my cell that evening, leaning back against the wall with one arm resting behind my head while watching two inmates argue across the corridor about a missing cigarette. One skinny man pushed the other. The other one grabbed his shirt. A guard shouted from the far end. “Hey! Break it up before I break both your heads!” Nobody listened. Typical. I watched the whole thing with mild interest while rolling a coin slowly between my fingers.