”HOW CAN YOU IGNORE ME?” The werewolf screamed as he tried to turn to the guard, who took objection to the movement and slammed his elbow into inmate’s back ‘Charleston’, who had to be somewhere around Odin’s age range, probably a bit younger. ”HE’S BEEN DOING ******** AWFUL THINGS TO ME. I CAN’T DEFEND MYSELF AFTER THE FULL MOON. WHY WON’T YOU LISTEN?” He shrieked, the pain radiating through his back did little to change the guard’s cold expression. ”You absolutely can’t put me back in my cell after the full moon! Okay? You can’t!” How that that too much to ask?
”You’ve never reported it.”
”I’ve tried! They’ve told me I don’t have bruises or marks to show resistance. The guard told me I wanted it.” He tried to angle his body towards the guard again, if he could just make eye contact… Maybe the man would listen. ”But I do! I’m too weak to fight back and I heal fast. It’s still happening. By the time I can get up and walk all the evidence is practically gone.”
”Oh well that’s not my problem. Inmate, get in the cell.”
”I. CAN’T.” He screamed again, the frustration swelling as the guard continuously refused to listen. ”CAN SOMEONE. ********. LISTEN TO ME. I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK TO MY CELL RIGHT AFTER. I CAN’T DEAL WITH MY ******** CELLMATE. I CAN’T ********> There was a loud smash that emulated through the hallway as the guard slammed an object against the werewolf’s skull. He was fast to shove the male into his cell and slam the door behind him.
”Next.” Odin was next. He stood there near the door with his prison guard just next to him, his hands were cuffed in front of his body. They kept the handcuffs on and during the shift their wrists would slip free from the restraints. He was shoved forward as the guard in charge began to swiftly walk towards them. He grabbed hold of Odin’s cuffs and yanked him forward while the second guard followed from behind. His eyes landed on Charleston’s cell as he was moved past. He was shrieking and screaming at the top of his lungs still, begging for anyone to listen to him. Even some of the guards were looking at the cell with some type of pity stuck behind their gaze.
Odin stepped in quietly, turning as the door was closed behind him. He glanced up at the cot hovering against the ceiling. They were tied up there during full moons so the werewolves couldn’t reach them. You weren’t allowed anything in the room or it would be destroyed. He quietly sat down against the wall, glaring down at the floor as he heard the footsteps on the other side of the hallway. Most everyone was silent except Charleston. There were only what? Maybe a few dozen werewolves in the whole joint. Didn’t take long to round them all up and leave them there for the night.
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