The Prison Bully Poured Coffee on the Quiet New Inmate! He Didn’t Know Who He Was Testing…

along his skin, sharp but manageable. He let the sensation pass through him without giving it his face. Around him, the cafeteria waited for the thing  prison always waited for: fear, rage, surrender, blood.

Bull leaned in close enough for Evan to smell coffee on his breath.

“What are you going to do about it?” he whispered.

Evan lowered his empty hand continue reading …