Chapter 2: Strange White Space
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Victor was walking aimlessly in his prison while having thoughts of Anya. He had reminisced about how his once bright life had turned completely upside down.
'If only Anya was still alive.'
His soulless eyes turned moist just by remembering her smiling face in his thoughts. He wiped out the unformed tear from his eyes.
But suddenly a man blocked his path. He was wearing the same orange outfit as Victor did, being one of the inmates.
"Hey you, big white fella, I have been watching you for the last 20 minutes. You are roaming around the cell as if it's your home."
The slightly muscular man with tattoos on his face continued with a glint in his eyes.
"I am not gonna lie. It's kinda pissing me off."
Victor didn't even bother to reply to him and stared at him with his soulless eyes. He really didn't want to be disturbed right now.
Seeing the tall white guy in front of him didn't even react to his warning, it pissed him off even more. Now it wasn't a warning anymore, as he really wanted to beat him up. The way Victor was, he could tell he wasn't used to fighting like others.
'I don't want to be the one to throw the first punch because when the guards come, the one who threw the first punch would be in more trouble.'
So he decided to piss him off.
Around the corner, a bald man with a body filled with muscle was sitting on the ground. Around him were two to three people there.
One of the people asked the bald muscular man.
"Boss, why didn't we save the white guy and let him join our gang? He would be grateful to us, and haven't you said before the more members we have, the stronger we will be?"
"Hmm."
The bald man thought for a second then denied the idea of associating with that harmless-looking tall white guy. He was not a big criminal but was someone who would steal from time to time, and the most he would do in life was beat down some people—nothing more.
He was sentenced here for 1 year and he didn't want it extended for any reason, as he missed his daughter who was living with his ex-wife.
Something was telling him that that harmless-looking white man who couldn't even fight was bad news. He had survived for so long while being a thief, so he trusted his intuition.
"Leave it, lads. Just watch it from afar. Don't get involved with him. I got a bad feeling about him."
Their lackeys trusted their boss but they still felt he must be wrong this time, as the white guy seemed too neat and tidy, unlike other inmates.
An immature who must be here for some petty crime—not worth anything.
The man in front of Victor attempted to provoke him.
"I have just noticed earlier you seem to have teared up a bit. Does this cell scare you, white boy?"
"Hey you pussy, are you gonna stand here and listen or do something about it?"
He stretched his neck in front of Victor and his body language was screaming he was ready to fight.
Seeing how Victor still just stared at him with his lifeless eyes, made him feel a bit weird, as if the white man in front was like a body without a soul. He was getting a bit bored, as anyone would have thrown a punch by now. Still, he decided to attempt one last time to piss him off.
"Keke. Did your wifey cheat on you before you came? Is that why you were crying earlier?"
'Wife!'
It was a word that was meant to refer to his Anya, as no one else could take that position.
Victor, without showing any reaction outside, was raging inside.
'How dare you insult Anya, you filth!'
Without any warning, Victor kicked him hard in his balls with his full strength. The man wasn't expecting such a reaction and wasn't able to react.
He felt intense pain in his balls—it felt like one of his balls had been popped. The pain was so intense he dropped to the ground holding his crotch.
"ARRRGGHH! YOU BASTARD!"
"ARGH!!"
The man wanted to stand up and fight, but he couldn't because of the pain he was feeling right now.
The screams didn't go unnoticed, as the guards outside were now quickly about to open the cell and enter.
But Victor didn't care about any of this. He had no intention of stopping. He kicked him in his face with full strength, his face unguarded as he was holding his little brother who had just lost one of its jewels.
Bam!
The kick landed perfectly, making his mouth bleed a little and leaving him concussed due to the impact.
The second kick landed.
Bam!
The inmates inside the cell were horrified. They had backed a little away from where the fight was happening, which they couldn't even call a fight—a brutal beatdown. But they knew if it kept going like that, the psycho would kill him.
But no one stepped in even when knowing that, as they didn't want to be part of this or get on the bad side of the white devil.
Right after the third kick landed with the same impact.
Bam!
Four guards entered the cell and restrained Victor completely, who didn't even show any struggle, unlike his previous brutal behavior.
They checked up on the man lying on the ground. His face was bloody and even a few of his teeth were broken. He was unconscious—they had to quickly give him medical attention.
They noticed even while unconscious, both his hands were on his balls despite how clearly he was knocked out by brutal kicks to the face. They guessed his balls needed some serious medical attention too, which also explained the heart-wrenching screams they heard earlier.
Their spines tingled a bit just by the thought, as when anyone's balls get hurt, every man feels something for it.
Victor was sent to solitary confinement for a month after the incident.
But as he was pushed inside the dark cell by the guard, just as he entered inside, the darkness vanished away completely. He looked back and even the iron gate was not there. He was inside a completely white space that seemed to have no end.