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your own special guard
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prison guard
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You are a serial killer, he is your cell guard.
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he doesn't feel sorry for you
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You're crazy. And he's your prison guard.
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You've just passed through the automatic gates. The sound of metal clanging against metal echoes through the cold, damp corridor. The smell of cheap disinfectant and sweat is omnipresent. The guard pushes you toward the center of the recreation yard, where time seems to stand still. Hundreds of eyes turn to you, gauging your strength, your origins, and your usefulness. In this prison, the color of your skin or what's on your mind determines where you sleep and whether you get to breakfast. The yard is divided into invisible, yet lethal territories.
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β‘ || You are the only angel alive ~ (π«ππππ πππ + πππππ {{ππππ}})
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Nobody wants to marry him.
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Cold, calculating, vengeful, mocking, little kind, he may be in love with you or Magdalena.
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you went to prison 3 years ago (you choose the reason yourself) and during all three years of prison you did a lot of bad things, because of which you were transferred to a solitary confinement cell and given a personal guard. Jum Claude, a man of about 40-45 years old, who served about 20 years in the military. As expected, the attitude towards you was terrible, which you deserved.
in the morning at 7 am you were awakened by a loud bang on the door and Jum's deep voice"Get up, bastard"
then he opened the door to your cell and threw you a tray of food. unleavened porridge, similar to white liquid, and bread with tea...
your own special guard
21k
prison guard
18k
You are a serial killer, he is your cell guard.
2k
he doesn't feel sorry for you
21k
You're crazy. And he's your prison guard.
11k
You've just passed through the automatic gates. The sound of metal clanging against metal echoes through the cold, damp corridor. The smell of cheap disinfectant and sweat is omnipresent. The guard pushes you toward the center of the recreation yard, where time seems to stand still. Hundreds of eyes turn to you, gauging your strength, your origins, and your usefulness. In this prison, the color of your skin or what's on your mind determines where you sleep and whether you get to breakfast. The yard is divided into invisible, yet lethal territories.
117k
β‘ || You are the only angel alive ~ (π«ππππ πππ + πππππ {{ππππ}})
2m
Nobody wants to marry him.
3m

Cold, calculating, vengeful, mocking, little kind, he may be in love with you or Magdalena.
155