Chapter Ninety three

I walked to the cafeteria after being forced to cook potatoes. We formed a single line and the warden served our plates with food not fit for a two years old. We returned to our seat, immediately they took a bite, their faces was horrible and some of them kept yelling “who made this poison, why does it taste like shit?" They complained bitterly.

The cook took a pan and slammed the pot with a spatula. “Enough!! You all will eat your food silently and vent on the imbecile who made the food!" She yelled, staring at me. I swallowed the food in my mouth in fear and noticed the fierced stare of the prisoners. “Calm down! Eat your food and don't kill her yet!" The cook walked out, munching loudly on a carrot.

The warden's presence tamed the prisoners for a moment. Immediately they walked out, I was finished. Some of the prisoners poured their food on my, spat on me, hit me and called me names. My cell mate and her gang poured their food in my tray and pressed my face in i