heaven bird

The punishment room in the Garden of Eden was very small, and the warden didn't put much effort into this place. The prisoners in it could only sit on the toilet besides sitting on the bed.

"No. 80775! Get out." Prison guard Reed knocked on the iron door. "Don't dawdle, are you dead?"

Kevin hugged his knees and curled up in the corner of the bed. He really shrank himself into a small ball. The long-term darkness made him very uncomfortable with the light. He raised his head slowly, covered his eyes with his hands, and his expression was somewhat sluggish.

This is a normal reaction, and the senses of anyone locked alone in a dark, small space will be dulled.Reed had seen a prisoner who had been locked up for several months and almost lost his language function when he came out.

"Get out, you can go back."

Kevin got up from the bed in a trance, it was still winter, but his blond hair was all wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead in strands, and the prison uniform on his body was soaked with sweat, sticking to his body in a translucent shape , completely outlines the curvature of the waistline.

Reed's hand on his shoulder became heavier, and Kevin looked back at him with a dull expression, but not at his face, but at his neck exposed outside the uniform.

"Who do you think you're looking at bitch?" Reed pulled out the baton at his waist and struck fiercely at the crook of his legs. Kevin fell to his knees and hit the ground with a sound. The pain seemed to wake him up, and he reached out and rubbed his knee. "I don't……"

Reed didn't care what he said, he grabbed Kevin and threw him back on the bed, reaching for his clothes and pants.

"...Don't!...Please get out of the way...!" Kevin pushed Reed weakly with his hands, and Reed held his wrist and pressed it above his head, coaxing him, he also likes to do it occasionally/ The docile and obedient little ghost in love "Be good, be obedient, there is no harm in being my person."

Kevin's little struggle was nothing in Reed's eyes. He quickly tore open the skinny boy's pants, and he stretched out his hand to pinch them heavily. He was satisfied to see a deep hole on the white buttocks. Kevin trembled, and even his voice was crying, "Please... sir, I can give you money... don't..."

"I can protect you, boy, I'll help you deal with anyone who dislikes you." I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Reed always felt that after he said this sentence, Kevin's struggle changed. It was a little weaker, but he didn't care, he was trying to untie his belt, this boy was more beautiful than most of the prisoners he had seen, his skin was white and slippery, his pitiful trembling and begging for mercy made him want to do it crazily last post.

He turned Kevin over and let him kneel on the bed. Reed liked this position, which represented the prisoner's submission to him. He stretched out his finger and poked the small hole in front of him a few times before inserting it. Kevin's body It was tight and hot, and Reed felt like hell, and when he reached out to touch Kevin's face, his hands were wet, and the boy was crying, and Reed laughed and pumped/thrusted a few more times, carelessly comforting He "Don't cry baby, you'll soon find that I'm the softest."

Reed pulled out his baton and stabbed Kevin on the shoulder blades, and slapped him on the back a few times. Several red and swollen lines appeared on his slender back quickly. He was too excited, and Kevin alone could no longer satisfy him.

"Ah... ha... will the officer... protect me..." Kevin sobbed softly, making a weak groan. "Easy...some...sir..."

"Of course baby, who messed with you?" Reed was a little smug, and Kevin's completely obedient voice made him feel as if he was superior.

"..." Kevin seemed to spit out some words, but the voice was too low for Reed to hear clearly. "What?"

"... Asa Hunter..." Kevin repeated with his back turned to him, with a strange tone, but mixed with an uncontrollable seductive groan, his acupoint suddenly tightened, inside De let out a muffled snort, and let out uncontrollably.

"Ha..." The man pressed against Kevin and gasped for breath, and licked and kissed his wound. He was very satisfied, satisfied with the boy's obedience, so he didn't mind using his power to give him a small reward. "no problem."

"Hmm..." Reed couldn't see that the boy who was lying under him and answered in a low voice suddenly became weird. His gray eyes seemed to be so shallow that they were almost colorless, and the corners of his eyes were evenly dyed with a thin layer of blood. It turned out to be a little-hungry.

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"Pretty, can you give me an update on what's going on with you and your new friend." T-bag accurately inserted the plastic spoon into the middle of the potato cubes, splitting them into two identical halves. "You guys have been talking about love and planting flowers for a long time, do you want to have a baby next?"

"As a roommate, I don't think I'm responsible for teaching you the part of physiological knowledge." Michael even ate with incomparable elegance, as if he was sitting in a high-end western restaurant cutting steak, instead of sitting in a prison with a ridiculous spoon and shovel Potato cubes.

"I feel like I've become Eden's junkyard, and the last time you thought of me was because you wanted some new toothbrushes!" T-bag feigned, as if he really cared.

"Asa, do you need me to draw a triangular mark on your Mr. Warehouse? Then next time you want to pick up the goods, you only need to chant a spell or something, and you won't even have to meet anyone." The tall man sitting at the next table Berger interjected, stirring his food with a spoon, and oh, there was real beef on his plate.

Michael shrugged at Berg's proposal.

"Bag, I said don't hang around me when you are holding your special meal." T-bag, as a lower-class people, expressed his dissatisfaction with this unequal treatment of class division, and tried to Highlight your noble character. "Look at your pursuit - you only want to add two more pieces of meat to your meal?"

"Hey, man, I'm not going to spend them, so I'm going to take them to heaven and bribe God?" Berg said nonchalantly, putting the spoon in his mouth, with nearly 80 years remaining in his sentence.

"...Asa, can you give this to me if you don't want to eat it?" A weak voice came from beside Michael, it was the blond-haired Kevin, who was pointing at the dry bread on Michael's plate with a plastic spoon.

"Okay." Michael nodded, his attitude was not very good, but it was milder than when he was dealing with T-bag.

The air seemed to freeze for two seconds.

"What are they doing!" T-bag exaggeratedly slapped Berg on the back, almost vomiting blood "Intimate exchange of food? Oh damn they have the same things on their dinner plates! What's there to exchange !"

"Shut up, Bagwell." Michael returned to his original attitude.

"Bagwell! Bagwell! You affectionately called me Teddy last night!" T-bag's expression was like Michael's abandoning him. "We have such a deep relationship! Couldn't it be compared to a little ghost with half-haired head? T-bag only has two pockets! Look at how many new lovers you have found now!"

Michael didn't answer at all, he was too lazy to refute that "Last night he called me Teddy affectionately" is something that never happened, anyway, T-bag will stop when he gets tired of acting.

Sure enough, T-bag stopped, although he sliced ​​potatoes like he was dividing a corpse. --In fact, he did have some unhappiness. After he came out of the confinement room, that Kevin has been clinging to Michael, following wherever he goes, and the genius engineer is very soft-hearted towards everyone other than T-bag. He got close and didn't drive him away on purpose.This has created a delicate situation where three people are eating at the same table.

Of course he knew that the little weak cat was looking for protection from being eaten, but didn't the little cat realize that the object he was looking for - the beauty of his family, was many times more dangerous than himself huh... T-bag thought, picked up the dinner plate and stood up, walked to the trash can to dump the rest.

Tang Zheng was leaning against the door with a bored expression, watching the prisoners eat.

T-bag looked at Tang and clicked his lips, and touched the stubble that just appeared on his chin with his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, T-bag walked sideways to Don with a smile, and greeted him "HI, sir."

Don yawned and glanced up at the T-bag in response.

"A little favor." T-bag said in a low voice, rolled up the banknotes and stuffed them into Don's pocket, and glanced at Michael's table as naturally as possible, "the information about the golden retriever kitten over there."

Tang looked at the teenager who was talking to Michael, stretched his waist, and turned on the shoulder walkie-talkie. "I have something to do, now you come to the cafeteria and look after me for a while."

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Most of the planted flowers have sprouted, and Abel seems to be in a good mood, and he is still carrying a water bottle to water them when the labor time is coming to an end.

Michael watched him from the sidelines. "You really don't look like a prisoner."

"Neither do you, but we all are." Abel shrugged.

"But you look like you're on vacation and in a good mood?" Michael pointed at the smile that hadn't faded from Abel's face.

"Because they will bloom soon." Abel sat on the lawn, looked at the flower pots scattered around the playground, and said happily, as if he still had some longing for that beautiful picture in his eyes.

"Ha..." Michael stood up, and something slipped from his pocket onto the grass without even making a sound.

The atmosphere suddenly became icy.

It was a homemade key.

Everyone knows what it means to hold a key in prison.

Michael's face suddenly became gloomy. He pushed Abel to the ground. Abel subconsciously leaned to the left, as if he was blocking his left arm with his right hand. At that time, Michael's arm was already stuck in the neck.

"Dude, what did you see?" Michael groped the grass with the other hand and stuffed the keys back into his pocket.

"Cough...I didn't see anything..." Abel coughed a few times. "Didn't see anything!"

"Really?" Michael's strength became stronger.

"I'm going to be released from prison in less than six months!" Abel seemed to be trying to make his expression look more sincere "Asa, I have no reason to report you, I just want to pass these months smoothly .”

Michael tilted his head to consider for a moment, a posture that made him look a little young.

"I won't tell anyone." Abel assured again.

The high-pitched loudspeaker blares the national anthem of the United States of America, signaling the end of working hours.

Michael suddenly let go of his hand as if he had figured it out, and his complexion returned to normal. He even kindly reached out and patted the weeds on Abel's pants. "You should go back and get some sleep."

Abel walked away with an ugly face.

Michael looked at him from a distance, stood there for a while with a cold expression, and gently rubbed the barb on the surface of the key with his hand in his pocket, which was a bit pungent.

When Michael was about to turn his head and walk back to the room, he found that he was in more trouble.

Prison guard Reed was standing not far behind him, smiling and slapping the palm of his left hand with an electric shock baton, and beside him stood a group of felons who consciously formed a circle and trapped Michael in the center.

Reed, the leader, smiled grimly. He was very satisfied with Michael's handsome appearance, and he should thank Kevin for letting him discover this stunner.

"It's still early, how about going to the warehouse for a cup of tea with us? Mr. Hunter."