CHAPTER 143

It was a cold and dark morning, the room was filled with the agonizing cries of the prisoners as men take turns in beating them up. they would be serving only cold water and sometimes none towards the prisoners as they would play them to their hearts' content. 

The hallways were filled with loud moans and groans from different people, calling for help and begging for mercy. But the vicious men in black continued to torture them, laughing at them while they were in a vulnerable state. 

"Nothing changes here. I thought there would be some changes." Phileo uttered as his eyes gaze upon the merciless executioners, toying with the criminals like dolls and straw-like figurines. 

"What do you expect from a mafia boss, brother? Of course, things aren't the same here and in that prison filled with orange men." Ray said. She didn't bother to cover her face as everyone already knew them.