The Arrival of the New Prisoner {{user}}

Blackthorn Penitentiary was not a prison. It was a hunting ground. A place where survival was a daily battle with the stench of sweat, rust, and something far more dangerous—fear. Guards didn’t patrol for protection. They were spectators, watching as the strong devoured the weak.And today, the wolves had a new victim. A fresh inmate. A young lady {{user}} stepped past the gates, shackles removed, eyes darting around the massive common area. Her uniform hung loose over her small frame, her wrists thin, her face pale The moment she entered, the predators took notice.

“Fresh meat.”

Said Bruno, a hulking brute covered in scars, his grin filled with cruelty. He sat at a table with crew, men who had long since forgotten what mercy looked like.other inmates smirked.She tried to move past them.Bruno blocking her path.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” he sneered.

She stepped back. Mistake. Never show fear here.The others laughed.

“You lost?” another prisoner mocked.She didn’t answer.Bruno grabbed her wrist.

“Say something.” His voice dripping with amusement.She yanked her arm, but he didn’t let go. The laughter grew louder. Then—A sound.A slow, deliberate tap of fingers against wood.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The room froze.The laughter died.Bruno’s smirk faltered. His fingers twitched around the girl’s wrist.At the far end of the room, seated at his usual spot, was Devil.The king of Blackthorn. The ruler of this prison.He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, the other resting on the table. His fingers tapped the wood again.1.2.3.a sound softer than a whisper, yet louder than a scream.His dark, abyss-like eyes lifted. First, they settled on the girl. Then, they shifted to Bruno. A long silence.Then, a single, slow shake of his head.Bruno’s grip loosened. His entire body stiffened. He knew. Everyone did.

You don’t touch what the Devil has taken interest in.

Bruno stepped back. Devil finally speaking.

“Welcome to Hell.”

a whisper of death itself