The next morning the same order of routine the loud deafening buzz sound and the blinding lights followed by roll calls and cell inspections I was lucky with the cocky officer yesterday but this time this officer wasn't having it.
But this time, the guard assigned to my cell was a different breed altogether. He was a huge man in his fifties , with a bald head that shone under the lights and a mustache
His uniform was crisp, ironed, and his eyes...sharp, missing nothing.
He entered my cell without saying a word, his baton swinging loosely at his side....deadly
He checked thoroughly his hawk eye scanning every nook and cranny and unfortunately, I seemed to have been a bit lax with the way I handled my toiletries.
My toothbrush and toothpaste tube were haphazardly tossed on the edge of the sink instead of neatly aligned as per the unwritten rules.
Ordinarily Marcus will have reminded me but he wasn't brought back yesterday and so I got the first taste of the baton and...
It tasted like hell!
Sloppy," he growled, his voice low, laced with disdain.
Before I could react or explain, he swung his baton a heavy, round wooden club that felt more like a torture equipment than a corrective tool
He used the round wooden head to strike the side of my thighs. I broke form the pain striking directly into my core
Stand straight!" he barked, and before I could comply, he struck again...this time more ruthless, aiming for the same spot with precision
Hiss!
I sucked it air violently my right thigh trembling from the overwhelming pain, i almost lost control of my bladder fresh sweat beading down my forehead. I held on till he left
Ha! Ha! God that fucking hurts! I groaned settling on my buck,my palm making a circular motion on my thigh trying to lessen the pain
" Treat that as a lesson Trevour" I inwardly berated myself " for you to be cunning you have to be a perfectionist in all, no mistake or error allowed" I breathed
Pain lessening I hurriedly picked up my toiletries and towel heading to the washroom but this time with a change of mindset
Fortunately I was not too late and quickly allowed in after a few minutes of waiting. Quickly stripping I unconsciously selected a shower at a hidden corner in a rush to make it in time for breakfast
Brush~brush. I washed my mouth going around every corner leaving no spot untouched to my tongues and gums.
Rinsing I spat out the water. Turning to pick up my soap and sponge, I noticed this gaze from a distant three man group their gaze threatening... ominous
Not thinking much of it, I threw it at the back of my head focusing on what lay ahead
Wash, wash, wash... The soap lathered under the lukewarm spray, bubbles sliding down my skin as I scrubbed my arms, chest, and legs, careful around the throbbing bruise on my thigh.
.....!!
I sensed danger, my inner alarm going off, quickly docking I gave a backward kick the heels of my foot connecting with the assilants jaw
Bam! Sending him tumbling backwards
Turning I was met with three black men the same trio I from earlier. One had a bald head with a nose ring, another black had dreadlock the right-hand side of his face burned to his lips
And the third short, lean with small eyes looked sly and cunning. The one my heels struck was the one in the middle with the burnt up face
" What do you want! " I growled my voice low muscles tount ready for some action
"..."
Exchanging glaces, bald head moved forward his right hand going in for a punch, shorty followed up his hand aiming for an upper cut.
Reacting I ducked to the right, left hand slashing out with force and precision going for the head while my left leg raised whipping out.....going for the balls
Bam! Crack!
Accurately finding their mark. baldy folded instantly falling backward, shorty crunching down huddled up in fetal pose hugging his balls. Whimpers coming from him obviously he was in serious pain
My gaze returning to Scarface, I was hit with a shove catching me off guard struggling to find my footing but slipped falling the floor he proceeded to jump on me his fist swinging, but my legs were quicker my knees connected to his face
Again! In a lethal strike. He tumbled down his pupils dilated blood oozing from his nose..He hit the floor with a wet thud, unconscious, his body twitching once before going still.
Ha! I exhaled scanning my surroundings noticing it was a bit scanty....
Fuck! Am going to be late!
Jumping up and quickly washing and rinsing the dirty water splashing on the trio
That is what they get for delaying me!!!
Drying up I delivered another fierce kick to Scarface I hurried out. By the time got the mess hall I was in luck and was able snag the last plate of food.
Thankfully it is bread and egg and I easily chugged it down with water.
The buzzer rang for the work session almost exactly as I finished, a reminder that work begins Finishing up, I headed for my work section, my thigh still aching but my resolve burned stronger.
That fight wasn't just self-defense; it was a declaration. In here, weakness was death, and I wasn't planning on the being prey.