"damn it!"

Jeff grumbled, after knocking on the door a thousand times. The guards were already threatening to put him in a straitjacket to calm him down.

Jeff sat on the bed, angry, frustrated, sleepy and thirsty for blood. He needed to kill someone, he was going crazy without his murders one after the other.

He looked at his partner who was on the other side of the room, wrapped in blankets; you. It was strange that you were so calm, but Jeff assumed it was because of the drugs they gave you.

"what the fuck. I want to get out of here!"