I woke up and noticed stone walls covering my surroundings. Hmm, it had all prison cell vibes around it. My injuries are still plaguing me, which made me think how long I must have been out. I moved slowly to the cell door with pillars and tried to shake it loose with the bit of energy I had in my body; that didnt go my way. I looked through the hallway and could only see other cells in complete silence. Was I locked in for safety reasons?

This area is not the headquarters secret place Victoria had; something must have happened. The lamps in the ceiling shone through the corridor, but I couldn’t see the exit door. I did see a wall on the right side; I must be in a cell at the end.

Pillars covered in black color of strong iron made me think about lousy action movies from Kollywood. I shook the cell door more to see if something would happen, but that was pointless.

“There no trying to get off prison, Homan.” A voice came from the cell on the other side.

I tried to look who or what that voice was, but complete darkness covered the cell. It wasn’t possible to see what it was when suddenly someone showed itself behind the shadow, a guy with orange hair and completely naked.

“Hey, Man! Cover up your parts, ginger boy,” I commented, and he disappeared into the shadows and then showed up again with a blanket around his waist, covering his private parts.

“Helluw Homan! How do you?” He asked.

What the fudge! What does he mean by “how do you?” is he a bit slow or has issues speaking correctly? It's hard to make a judgment because he smiles at me.

“Eh…Ginger boy! What was the question again? I asked.

“How do you?” he responded with an unclear question again.

Okay! I do hope he is not retarded; maybe he had issues talking the proper way. Ignoring him may be the best for now. His happy face was weird if you think about the situation. We were two guys locked in prison, and one always smiled at the other. Why was I here with a weird person like this?

A door opened from the distance, and several footsteps were approaching. I saw the ginger boy go back into the shadows, which worried me, so I took several steps back to see what would happen now. Did they come for me or the ginger boy?

I leaned towards the wall, keeping my distance, and the footsteps approached closer. The worst-case scenario that could happen to me occurred: the old lady with a couple of guys surrounding her with Victoria in the back, and the queen approached the cell with hateful eyes.

“You seem to have everyone on your side, but for me and my daughter, you will always be a killer. You will rot in this prison until you die, and we will not show any mercy for you.” The old lady told me.

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I mean, when I say old lady, I am not that old, and she is probably in her forties, closing into the five number.

“You know that the husband that you blame for being murdered, have you ever considered maybe that he wanted to get killed?” I asked with a calm voice.

She grasped the steel bar on the cell door, and I could see the tears in her eyes. It wasn't sadness; it was pure hatred. She started to walk away with her bodyguards following suit and shouted in the corridor:

“I want him tortured with a whip and make sure that he suffers. After he recovers, you restart the process and torture him again and again and again.”

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to be cocky against her, but I killed Valdor and don’t deserve to receive any pittance from a mother and wife of a murdered husband. Veronica was the only one standing outside of the cell and watching inside. Compared to the queen, I could see that she was sad.

“Hey, hot girl!” I commented to her in an attempt to cheer her up.

She smirked, but I failed to cheer her up. She was faking it to try to keep my spirit up. She approached the cell, and I quickly moved closer to the cell pillar while she was trying to hug me through the cell, but she could only wrap her hands around my back. Veronica couldn’t keep her head up and look me in the face. I tried to raise her head with my hand, but she just pushed my hand down from her chin. She started to shake a little bit, cry, and try to keep a poker face so as not to show the same type of affection. The door in the prison opened, and I heard footsteps again. I thought that maybe the lady or soldiers were coming in. Victoria turned her head toward the footsteps but didn’t react and kept crying.

Of course, to my surprise, when holding Victoria, the prick of the pricks showed up. It was Kate, a witch doctor who even colored her hair silver to make it look the same as Victoria's, but nobody can beat pure silver hair. Kate was learning and working directly under Victoria, which I found weird because I thought I was the only one.

“Mhm…I heard about what happened. I have seen dumb stuff, but this was on another level of stupidity,” Kate said.

I tried to give her signs to avoid worsening the situation, and I tried using different facial expressions.

“Mhm…Maybe we should let Berk rot here in prison, Victoria. I know that the Van Polan organization doesn’t take in idiots…well, hopefully, we don't recruit any more idiots. , you shouldn’t repeat the process and take in any more of these orphan idiots. Only take good orphan kids. He is an example of a bad one,” Kate commented with a smirk, and I wanted to punch a girl for the first time.

Victoria shouted to Kate:

“Like you are better! I heard you blew up a lab in Stockholm, and the police surrounded the area. What were you experimenting on that caused so much noise in the area? The Government classified it as a terror attack, you idiot!”

When Victoria put her in the right place, Kate stared at me the whole time.

“Hey, Berk!” Kate Said.

“What!” I responded.

“Shaddafakkup fuck face, I hope they torture you…A LOT,” she said. She started walking away to the door with Victoria fuming of anger.

“I am sorry for her behavior Berk! We are not allowed to visit for long sessions, so we must go.” She told me, but she was still sad and followed Kate out.

“DON’T DIE ON ME FUDGER! BE STRONG AND SURVIVE. WE WILL FIND A SOLUTION!” Kate screamed in the air as she hid herself not to show me how sad she was.

I sat on the ground and noticed the boy in the other cell reappear with his blanket.

“You…Die!” He commented.

“Shut The Fudge Up, Ginger Bread,” I commented back, knowing the situation was terrible and the boy was right. I might die here in this cell.