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“Even though you didn’t tell me, I know that you are insulted. They have punished him.” Quincy, the captain of the guards, took a sip of coffee, “Maybe we can tolerate being insulted by someone else, but not the prisoners. They need to know their place. They are rabbles.”

“I thought they are equal to us in terms of human rights.” Hill said listlessly.

“Human rights? They do not exist here.” Quincy sneered, “Think about the slavery in the past, Hill, it’s the same thing. This place is not synced with the outside society. Enjoy the pleasure of being a slave owner. You are the master here. You can do whatever you want. I suggest you f.u.c.k him!”

“Oh, I don’t want to f.u.c.k him. I want to butcher him.”

Quincy laughed out loud, “You are still mad. Don’t be so serious, Hill. I am off work. Trust me, he’s punished. Besides, the motherf.u.c.kers in the cells will be doing something to him tonight. Your anger shall be vented. Cheer up!” He patted on his shoulder and left.

I want to butcher him! Hill smoked silently. No, my anger will not be vented by simply beating him up. The pain and humiliation he brought to me…… I want to trample him into fragments under my feet. I abhor him. I want to……

He crushed the cigarette b.u.t.t into fragments. I have the ability. I can dominate his life. I can do whatever I want, and he can’t resist. This is how it is here. I have that……power……

Hill was a bit concerned about the “something” Quincy talked about, so he deliberately started his touring early at night. He did not want to miss anything.

The prisoners were still awake. When he stepped inside the iron gate, he could hear the deep moans, panting and struggles deep in the prison. The cells were trapped in an erotic atmosphere. He walked slowly. He would hear the sound of his boots on the floor. He soon noticed that the noises were coming from Olay’s room.

“Oh my G.o.d……” He stood in front the the door. The night light on the hallway was on, allowing him to see what in the cell vaguely, but that’s enough for him to be amazed by the tip of the iceberg. Like the sin city of Sodom, the room exuded the rotten smell of blood and s.e.m.e.n, the air of l.u.s.t and evil.

There were six men in total in the room, and one of them was the subject of the orgy – a little bribe to the guards gave them permission to switch rooms, which was probably why Quincy knew there was something going on. Hill didn’t know how long it had lasted. They likely planned to end it before the inspection time. But even with him standing here, none of the highly excited men noticed him.

He was surprised that was the “something” they would do to Olay.

The man was placed at the center. Two p.e.n.i.ses was thrusting in his body at the same time. One man covered his mouth, which seemed unnecessary – Hill believed that Olay would be a trouble in a fight, but he looked limp now. He lay on another man’s body in prostration, without resisting at all. Naked bodies of men tangled together, and others were queued up next to them.

He pulled his lips into a smile. This was hilarious. The man who called him a “filthy h.o.m.os.e.xual” at noon was raped by a group of men at night. The s.e.x organs of the same s.e.x was thrusting in his body. This was such a wonderful revenge. The two men reached climax in his body, leaving the s.e.m.e.n in him without scruples. This is the advantage of doing this with a man – no worries about pregnancy. Also, these men obviously has been h.o.r.n.y for a long time.

Oley was tossed on the floor. Another man lifted his b.u.t.t and penetrated inside. Amazingly, he still hadn’t pa.s.sed out. He’s the first one to see Hill.

His mouth was covered, but his dark eyes locked at Hill. Hill couldn’t figure out what was in those eyes that made him panic for a moment. Then, Link, who was standing in the dark, saw him. Link was the boss of the gang. From the look of him, he had enjoyed himself, and was debating if he wanted to go for a second round.

Hill saw him too. He stared at the green eyes s.h.i.+ning deep in the cell. Link seemed panicked, as Hill arrived earlier than expected. But after exchanging looks for five seconds, Link smiled, “No need to cover his mouth anymore.” He said. The guy behind Olay let him go, and the man in the torment didn’t scream.

Even if he screamed, at best he could draw the touring guard to stop this disgusting g.a.n.g.b.a.n.g. However, that guard was standing right here, watching with great interest, as if he was watching a VR p.o.r.n. He could almost start to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e.

The dark eyes stared at him defiantly, and Hill coldly stared back. Link offered quietly, “Do you want to join us, Sir?”

Hill did not respond. His eyes told him “Continue. I want to watch.” Link smiled, and walked over.

Olay suddenly grabbed the iron bars. There was blood on his hand, and scars on his face, by either the prisoners or the cops. He didn’t speak, just glared at Hill with his black eyes, which were as dark as bottomless holes. No words, just glare.

The moment Hill wanted to look aside, Link grabbed Olay’s short hair from behind and lifted him up. His hands were forced off the fence. Hill squinted. The man’s body was exposed in his sight. It was indeed very s.e.xy. Strong, but not hulky. His strength and wildness was in the curve of the muscles, which could easily light up one’s l.u.s.t.

The dark eyes were still fixed on him. Even though they were forced to raise, they never left Hill’s face. The uncompromising lips were shut tight. A suffocating silence. Hill took a deep breath. He stopped looking at Olay’s eyes, stepped forward, because there were more enticing scene that caught his eyes.

Olay’s legs were widely spread apart by the man behind him, at less than half a meter away. The night lights allowed him to see his p.e.n.i.s clearly, and the hole beneath, which was stretched wide by a man’s d.i.c.k. The latter was thrusting and enjoying himself in a extremely pleasurable position. The shaking of s.e.x screamed lewdness. The man lifted him higher, so as to let Hill see more clearly, but the vague light only allowed him to see the s.e.m.e.n and blood brought out by the thrusting. He couldn’t see more details, but he could sense his muscles cramping in pain. The illegibly made everything even more tempting, making him feel that his pants were too tight.

He didn’t try to hide it. He stepped forward again, squatted down, trying to see more clearly. At that exact moment, he noticed that Olay had closed his eyes, and stopped looking at him.

“Please enjoy your show, Sir.” Said Link.

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