This can't be right. Roll calls happen once a day only and that's the time where they call us to come out of our cells like pigs in the morning. Most prison facilities do it twice. Some thrice. And that's to make sure that everyone is following orders.They're strict when it comes to leaving the prison. But they don't give a fuck about anything once you're in here. You can do whatever you want except one thing.Escaping...Well, it is indeed maximum security. You can never step a foot outside unless it's the labor time where inmates are called out to do physical work on the box. But other than that? You're free to do whatever the fuck you want. The favor is with you if you have the cash. Wealthy people reigns this place. The police will bow before you.My day has been boring ever since I got back. My intestines have shrunk to their full limit already. I'm starving. I badly want to eat, but I'm afraid to go back to that cafeteria. It's the place where these evil forces linger. I'm su
Just when I thought I could use all the combat lessons I trained for years in this dumbass. It was too late. They already cornered and caught me. Not to mention that moving a lot with nothing, but a towel to cover you is a bad idea."NO! LET GO OF ME BASTARDS!" I screamed on the top of my lungs, but it seems like they are too high on drugs to even hear and understand me.I strangled desperately from their tight grips. One guy is holding my legs together while the other two is making sure I'm pinned on the cold floor. The guy who acts like their leader is looking at me like I'm some delicious meat.I've dealt with people like them before, but the Action Team was always there to back me up during those times. They aren't here now.Needless to say, I am hopeless."Hold her tight."Her? What in a bloody pronoun did he just use on me? Does he see boobs on my freaking flat chest? Of all things that they could be imagining right now. Really? Boobs on me."LET ME GO NOW OR YOU'LL REGRET THIS
"I don't need your help." This is crazy. Why did they let him stay here with me? Do they really think it's a good idea to keep him near me? When did they start trusting vigilantes like him? I furrowed my brows. Cole is just sitting across the room. He's acting like we're friends or something."Looks like I don't need to say it anyway. It's in your head, isn't it?" He's talking about the deal he's been blabbing about. Apparently, he believes I'm a baby who needs daddy's protection. Well, screw that. I don't need his protection. I don't need a serial killer protecting me. That sounds stupid. It's like a lion storing its food for tomorrow.I turned my body to him. Making sure that I catch his full attention. "Listen. People entrust their safety to people whom they can trust..." The two corners of his lips lifted. "...and I don't trust you obviously. Not now. Not never. Not a chance," I said brutally. I didn't mind hurting his feelings. He's a serial killer. A literally sober psychopath
Every step I take comes with more than one inmate watching me. Well, who wouldn't? I look different from the rest of them. They look like thugs waiting for a perfect time to start chaos and I look like a weakling who can't defend himself from a mosquito.I can't also ignore the obvious fact that they're not only staring at me. They're also staring at the guy walking with me.Cole"Looks like I found someone to kill for me..." I mumbled sarcastically and looked at him.He sneered.Sergeant Livioski came to told me that one of the druggies who attacked me yesterday passed away. His body wasn't working properly already because of the drugs when Cole beat him. "It's his fault that he died."My lips were left hanging open because of shock. I can't believe him.Really? He's going to justify what he did? If I had known it will come to this where one guy has to die, I wouldn't be glad that he came to save me.What do I expect from a serial killer? Lives don't matter to him."So, what? You'
Just like what Cole told me to do. I followed him. I hate to take orders from him, but I really need that phone right now. I wasn't really expecting anything from his cell, but I was left speechless when we entered his crib that happens to be next to mine. "Why do you have a king size bed?" I asked with an amazed expression. He didn't answer and just went straight to the small table beside his bed. He opened the drawer and took out a noticeably latest model phone. What the... Cole threw me a glance and waved the phone in his hand. "Do you want it or not?" he asked using his playful voice. I gulped. It's not supposed to be attractive. I limped towards him to snatch the phone. "Where did you get all these?" I asked while scanning the whole room. He's got everything. My eyes turned small when I noticed a small fridge.He shrugged his shoulders."I just do."I rolled my eyes. Of course, his answer didn't satisfied me. I turned my back at him as I start to tap on his phone. I sighed
(Bright’s POV) Cole is standing there, his forehead resting against the wall. Blood streaks down the concrete in dark smears, and his shoulders are trembling. “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed. He doesn’t respond. I glance over my shoulder, checking the corridor for guards. No one’s here. Not yet. The guards in this wing are lazy, more concerned with their poker games than actual patrols. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. The locks on some of these cells are jokes if you know how to handle them, and I’ve had a lot of time to learn. But his door is surprisingly open all the freaking time like it was meant to be like that. I step inside and grab his arm. His skin is cold, clammy. “Cole,” I say, softer this time. He turns his head toward me, and for a moment, I see something in his eyes that makes my stomach twist. It’s not fear or pain—it’s... emptiness. Like the guy I’ve seen smirking and making snide comments all these weeks isn’t there anymore. “Come on,” I sa
Bright’s POV A way out? What’s that supposed to fucking mean? He’s telling me that he knows an escape route to this place? And in my fucking cell, really? Seriously, I have to stop thinking about what he said. He’s obviously just fucking with me, right? He would have escaped a long time ago if he knew a way to escape. Unless, he’s not trying to leave. “Are you eating that?” I winced when I heard someone speak beside me. I looked at the old man, staring at my food plate like it’s the only thing he cares about. When did he sit beside me? “Uhhh… You mean this apple?” I asked, picking it up to place it on his plate. “It’s yours, old man.” He gave me a surprised look. “Woah! Are you really giving that to me?” he asked in disbelief like it’s the most unbelievable thing that has ever happened to his life. “Thank you! Thank you!” I watched him as he devoured the fruit in his hand. Judging from his plate and appearance, he seemed to be the only average prisoner here. He does
Bright’s POVI’m currently at the yard doing labor work together with the other inmates, and the sun is doing a really great job at tiring me out. I have been digging soil for three hours straight already, and I don’t even fucking know what they’re trying to do. It’s like they just got bored, and decided to put us all to work.It would have been better if everyone was working their ass, but those rich bastards are just chilling on the benches with their orange juice. Where’s mine, by the way?I dropped the shovel down, approaching one of the jail guards who is serving orange juice.“Could I have a glass, please?” I asked, my throat feeling parched from the physical work.Having a petite body doesn’t really help me in this place. They really expect that a tiny twig like me could dig a hole in the ground? What are they even trying to find? Treasure?I smiled in relief when the jail guard started to fill me a cup of orange juice when Detective Garcia suddenly popped out of nowhere to int
(Bright’s POV)I hate to say this, but it’s been days since I called, and I haven’t heard shit from my ex-boss. Did he abandon me big time?“Fuck…” I hissed as I wiped off the sweat that slipped into my eye.It’s the afternoon, and I’m working my ass off at the yard again.People are back to normal. It’s like a big ass party didn’t happen inside the prison. It’s strange, but I'm starting to get used to it. Nothing will happen if I question things about this place anyway because the last time I did, Cole kissed me to shut me up—definitely not my proudest moment.I could feel my sweat dripping down my back as I finished my task for the day. It’s been three days. Three days of silence from my ex-boss. I keep replaying that phone call in my head, every word, every threat. Did I go too far? Is he going to rat me out? The thought keeps hunting at me.If he talks, there’ll be hell to pay, and not just for me. The reason I did that was because I wanted to get the hel
(Bright’s POV)The sound of my footsteps echoed in the hallway as I made my way to the calling station. I’m trying to keep it lowkey because the last thing I wanted to happen is a bunch of motherfuckers finding out it’s my schedule today. They will surely steal my schedule sheet from me.“Why are you here?” he asked as soon as I entered his office. I didn’t bother knocking because that’s no use anyway.“I hope you’re not thinking it’s your company I’m after,” I replied, waving the schedule sheet in my hand. He crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders as he’s thinking about believing my words.“I imagine your boyfriend wouldn’t be too thrilled about this little visit.”I roll my eyes, ignoring the jab. “Yeah, well, he doesn’t own me, and he’s not my boyfriend.” I slide the schedule sheet across his desk, pointing to the time slot I’m here for. “I’m scheduled for a call. Ten minutes. You approved it.”He picks up the sheet lazily, scanning it like he doesn’t a
(Detective Garcia’s POV)I leaned against the shadowed wall of the dimly lit corridor where I found Cole and Bright after they sneaked out of the party. I was going to chase after Bright, but then I found them together.They don’t really separate, do they?My arms are crossed over my chest as I watch them. They’re standing too close to each other, whispering like lovers caught in their own little bubble.It makes me sick.I’ve always known that Bright was a faggot, but I didn't realize that it was this bad. And I didn’t expect that Cole is gay, either. He doesn’t look gay to me, though. Do they have a relationship?I watched as Cole’s fingers brushed Bright’s cheek, wiping away what looked like a tear. Faggot’s crying? His expression softened, tender in a way I never thought I’d see from someone like him. It’s disgusting. Sweetness and Cole don’t belong in the same sentence. Yet here he is, playing the role of a gentle partner.I narrowed my eyes. I can't
(Bright’s POV)“Awww!” I groaned as Cole drags me down to a dimly lit hallway.His grip on my wrist was tight enough to make me wince. I stumble to keep up from his pace. I hope he realizes that I don’t have his damn long legs. He’s walking like we’re being chased or something.After Garcia left, he didn’t even let me finish my bottle of wine, and just dragged me out like a kid. But the thing I can’t shake is the look on Cole’s face as he led me away from it all.He didn’t look nervous that Garcia was—possibly caught him with a gun—but he does look annoyed. That’s probably the main reason why he’s dragging me like a sack of potatoes right now. He should have vented his annoyance to Garcia. Not me.Why does it have to be all the time? Argh!When we’re far enough from the noise of the party, he stopped and shoved me back against the cold brick wall. I gasped for air, thinking I just lost the ability to breathe for a second. He caged me with his corded hands lik
(Bright’s POV)I scoffed in disbelief.Who told me?“What is this then? A circus for jokes like to you to fuck around?” I sarcastically retorted. He thinks I’m just going to listen to him speak rudely at me? I don’t care what kind of party they're throwing—be it a stripper party or whatever—as long as they have good drinks for me.He looked at me in disbelief.“You’re not really scared to die, are you?”I gave him a bored stare.I lost the ability to feel fear when my sister disappeared a year ago. I’ve got nothing to fear, but the fact that I might not be able to see her again.“And that’s supposed to be scary?”We were in the middle of bickering when the place suddenly turned quiet. Just then, an old man in a suit steps to the front of the room. He looks like someone who doesn’t get told “no” very often. Men in black flank him, their eyes scanning the crowd like hawks.He looks familiar, though.I think he was the one reason why we had t
(Bright’s POV)“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Something so evil? What is he going to do? He’s going to pull off his little magic trick and make everyone vanish in this party?Cole didn’t answer. He just looks over his shoulder, scanning the room like he’s watching for someone. His jaw tightens, and before I can press him further, he grabs my arm and pulls me into a dark corner behind a column.“Stay quiet,” he whispered.I try to protest, but he steps closer. His body is practically pinning me to the wall. My eyes widened in surprise. My heart is racing exaggeratedly, and not in the way it usually does when I’m nervous. This is different. His scent is so close—something woodsy and clean—and I hate myself for noticing.“Cole, what—”“Shh,” he cuts me off, nodding toward the party.I follow his gaze and spot a man standing just a few meters away, answering a call. He’s well-dressed, older. I think I’ve seen
(Bright’s POV)Cole—the guy I hated most after my uncle and Detective Garcia—is kissing me. I blinked, wondering if I finally lost it. This couldn't be real. Could it? He’s actually kissing me?No way. Just... no.When he finally pulls back, I stumble a step away from him, my face burning. “What was that?!” I practically shout.He doesn’t look flustered at all. He just stares at me with that same unreadable expression, like he’s waiting to see how I’ll react, while I run out of breath, thinking about what the hell just happened.I touch my lips, still too shocked to form a coherent thought. “You… you can’t just… What the fuck, Cole?!”“Relax,” he says, but his voice is quieter now, almost… soft.“Relax?” I echo, my voice high-pitched. “You just— You kissed me!”“Yeah,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.I open my mouth to yell at him again, but nothing comes out. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I hate how warm my face fe
(Bright’s POV)Tell me about boredom. This is the time when I start to miss my mobile phone. I should have given it more attention than slumping my back for work. I just hate boredom out of everything in this prison.No—scratch that. I hate Cole the worst.I’m currently here at Sergeant Livioski’s office. It’s my schedule to call today, but I didn’t ring no phones. I stayed in his office, and he didn’t really care.It is cramped and smells faintly of burnt coffee in here. That mug sitting on his desk is probably his third for the day. I sit awkwardly in the chair across from his desk, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. He’s typing something on his ancient computer, ignoring me completely, which is fine by me. I’d rather be anywhere but near Cole right now.Well, I’m sort of busy dreaming about my own thoughts anyway.Ever since that stupid shower incident, I’ve been feeling… weird. Like, I keep replaying it in my head like a cassette tape. The way his hand sl
(Bright’s POV)I’m not really expecting him to catch me so soon. Was I that obvious? I mean, yeah, being nice to anyone is definitely not something I normally do. It is usually because I need something from you, or I find you cute—which is definitely not the case here—but the point is he can’t know the truth!Ironically, I didn’t know I’d be such a bad liar as a detective. Lying to Cole isn’t exactly easy either.I need to make up something. THINK FAST!“You know what I mean,” I snapped, feeling the heat of my face. I’m running out of excuses to say. “Just… throw me a bone here. Why did you give yourself up?”Cole set his fork down. I uncomfortably shifted at my seat. He’s making me want to regret everything I did since I entered his cell. He looked at me with that same unreadable expression, and for a second, I think he’s actually going to tell me something real.“Because I felt like it,” he said flatly, like killing a series of people was normal for him.I stared at him, waiting for