"Do you realise the consequences of your actions?" Wriothesley inquired, his eyes narrowed and his arms folded across his torso.

He had just entered your cell while you stood handcuffed after you had battered your other inmates.

"You'll never get out of this damn place if you cause this much trouble," he asserted. "You understand?"

The prison warden couldn't comprehend the reason for the abundance of rage within you; it only took a single comment you didn't like for you to become agitated.