Chapter 86 Chapter 86 The Same Routine
Gabriel’s POV
The system voice blared suddenly. I was just about to go to sleep, but the voice blared?
I didn’t sleep all through the night. My eyes became puffy. I was thinking all through about how my life would have improved if I hadn’t taken those poor decisions.
I rose to my feet, knowing fully well that since the system voice blared, I didn’t have any time to get ready.
The cell bar would be opened almost immediately, and I must step out of my cell if I didn’t want any trouble with the jailers.
Just as I thought, the bar opened by itself as they had opened it from their control room, and immediately, I stepped out of the cell.
My eyes were tired, reddish too. But what could I do?
I walked and joined the queue that was starting up at the door to the heck of these cells.
And right there, I was able to be the fifth person in the queue and the fifth person in this manner to get into the prison yard.
The sun came out early today. And with this, I wondered what it could be by the time to make the sun rise very early today.
I sat on the cement bench and isolated myself from the increasing number of inmates in the yard.
In this way, I started to look around.
“Gomelo rped me yesterday. He must not do the same today,” I thought as I continued to glance around.
Likewise, I tried to avoid Luke as well, as his words continued to haunt me.
“I don’t have his money,” I muttered, my tone a bit shaky as my hands started to tremble.
Hand trembling, beads of sweat, and a shaky voice were all signs of my fright, and I knew when this was happening to me involuntarily, there was an issue.
I sank my hands into my jumpsuit pocket immediately. Then I rose up and walked to the bar-wired fence.
Standing next to it, I saw directly the faces of inmates making their entries into the prison yard as the jailers searched them.
This way, my eyes struck at Gomelo and his crew right behind him.
My heart raced. As I saw him, it was as if I stared at my nightmare right in the face.
To make it worse, just as immediately as he stepped in, he turned his face right in my direction and saw me just as if he originally knew where I was standing.
He shoved his middle finger forward and shot me a smirk.
With this, my heart raced further. This was a sign that today was going to be another pain in the ass.
Hence, my shaky hands became worse. They shook as if I was diagnosed with tremor.
Seeing that all inmates had made their entry into the cell, I decided to do something that perhaps could save me from all of these horrors, as I did not intend to get fucked in the ass any longer.
I walked briskly to the yard entrance door. Two jailers stood guard there with their bladder sticks and their guns in their holsters.
They looked serious—too serious—as they let one hand perfectly stand as a statue on their holsters. A ready hand to shoot whomever if there was a need to.
Getting to the jailers, I bowed like a respectful servant.
“Sir,” I called.
With this, the jailer moved his eyes on me. He looked at me like I irritated him.
“You are not allowed to talk to any officer when you are not being talked to,” the jailer warned, then darted his eyes away from me.
“Go back!” he ordered.
His tone carried weight. It was evident enough that if I waited any more seconds, he was going to do something that could never be undone.
However, I was ready for anything that was to come. At least, even if it was to be an uncountable number of reckless beatings on me, it was most preferred to getting fucked again.
“I apologize if I came to you at the wrong time, sir, but I got rped yesterday and I—”
“I said go back into the yard!” The jailer interrupted me as I was trying to explain the reason I came to him. His tone carried the firm weight of authority, like he didn’t give a fuck about anything that happened to me.
“Those you killed didn’t get the chance to complain about how they felt about what you did to them. So, fall back into the yard, or else I will blow your fucking head off.”
I saw his hands unbuckle the button on his holster. This told me that he was ready to shoot if I still remained in his face.
With this, I briskly walked backward away from him.
“I mean no harm, sir!” I said, my hands a bit up like a thief surrendering to arrest.
Just as I walked a bit distant from him backward, I turned and started walking upfront. In this way, I saw other inmates laughing hysterically at me.
How I went to the jailer and how the jailer voiced back at me and threatened to kill me caused a lot of commotion, and with this, it made them laugh and laugh again.
“Nice try, pumpkin!” I heard a familiar voice as a hand pulled me, and my head smacked on a chest.
Looking at who pulled me suddenly, “Gomelo,” I muttered in fright. His men had pulled me to him, and they made sure my body hit him.
This way, he grabbed my hand and smirked at me.
“Hello, princess,” he mocked, and each member of his crew burst into laughter.
“I am gonna need him now, yellow pork. You can have him later when I am done!” I heard another familiar voice. And as such, when I turned my head sideways, I saw that it was Luke.
There were many of his followers behind him, each one clenching their fists and cracking the bones in their necks, evident of their readiness to fight.
Gomelo smirked. “Do you really want to do this, Luke, or whatever your name is?” Gomelo spoke back to him, and his crew stood ready behind him.
My heart raced. This was a fight that was about to start because of me.