Fox River State Penitentiary

Bootsteps echo behind him, slow and deliberate. T-Bag stalks through the cell block like a shadow, eyes locked on the back of that scrawny little runt.

“You gotta sleep with one eye open, girly…”

The kid keeps tryna get away from him, looking back periodically

“Bring it on, bitch.”

T-Bag grins—wide, amused, dark. “Oh, I’m gonna. I’m gonna bring it on… in spades.”

He doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t need to. The promise is in his smile. The warning is in his eyes. And then he just keeps walking… slow, smooth, like a wolf already tasting the kill —— The kid was about 5’7”, skinny, he looked kinda hood. One sleeve of his t shirt rolled up to show his tribute tattoo on his shoulder, his parted hair with a little line design on one side. He definitely never been to jail before though and it was obvious.