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The Criminals 2: Prison Time

Have you ever wondered how are prisoners from Sapphire Islands treated? And why not many are leaving there alive? Lenard Szakacs, which is a Hungarian man who came to America to have a better life, gets framed by a crime he didn't commit in the first place, and he will try his best to find a way out of this Hell he will endure. But thankfully, there are two guys who are going to help Lenard escape this Hellhole. Warning: This story it is not for the people under 18. It contains explicit gore, sexual themes and talks, drugs, alcohol, and disturbing moments. Viewer discretion is advised.

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Escape - Part 2

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A few minutes later, the gang AB are leaving the security rooms, while they are pushing Rodriguez to walk forward, while one of the inmates is carrying the unconscious Lenard to their base. The Leader it is walking in the front of his gang he is leading for such a long time, while he drinks a bottle of liquor. He is telling his gang members to be careful at how they are handling their hostages and be careful at Lenard, since it will be the "main attraction".

Rodriguez it tied up by his arms, and has two men's on his back with shotguns taken from the dead guards or inmates who were able to take those weapons from that Armory Room. He is looking at his cellmate, who is carrying into a wheelbarrow taken from (most likely) Post Room, where the inmates are assigned to arrange the mails to the inmates or the guards who are from far countries from the United States.

"The guards!" says a gang member, seeing a few guards armed with heavy armor and with big guns.

"What the fuck!?" says the Leader as his last words before he got brutally killed by the guards together with his gang members.

While they were getting shoot by the guards, Rodriguez was standing still, feeling terrified and froze by the things have just happened right now.

The guards are going closely to Rodriguez, they are inspecting him and then, they are telling him to head back to his cell. Rodriguez asked the guards if he is able to send his friend from the wheelbarrow to a doctor, and this made them laugh, then they point guns at him, and this made him raise his hands, even though they are tied with a strong rope. A guard came closer to Rodriguez, takes a knife, and he proceeds to cut those ropes loose.

"Take your friend to the cell you are assigned at, alright? I'll come later to see what I can do." says the guard to Rodriguez before he left him with the other guards searching for anyone into this Prison who is either trying to escape or doesn't know what's going on.

Rodriguez goes to his friend, he takes him over his shoulders, and he transports him to his cell like a soldier who is carrying a hurt comrade into the warfare. After he almost arrived to the North Block, he got greeted by a man from East Block who was close to stab Rodriguez, but the man got quickly stopped by a man who shot that East Block inmate, who then falls on the ground, drawing his last breath.

The man who killed that attacker, it is a man who is wearing dreadlocks and the skin color black. The dude is putting his gun down, and goes over to Rodriguez, trying to help him with that body.

"Thank you." says Rodriguez to the man. "By the way, who are you?"

"I am Austin." says the man carrying the left side of the Lenard.

"You look like new here, am I right?"

"Yes. I am here from yesterday, and to be honest, this place it is truly bizarre than the prisons from Texas."

These two people who are carrying the unconscious Lenard are entering the North Block. The moment they entered that North Block, they got a chill down to their spine. There is nobody, and only darkness. Rodriguez told Austin that they are heading to the Cell Number 3, which both of them are walking into the dark to their cell.

When they got there, Rodriguez put Lenard into his bed, and then he looks at Austin, even though the interior would do this task very difficult.

"Hey. Thanks for helping."

"No problem, pal." says Austin to Rodriguez. "I didn't catch your name, yet."

"Rodriguez."

"Nice to meet you." then both of then shakes hands and Rodriguez is handing him a few cents. "Only that?"

"The prison has a different inflation."

"Aha... Alright then, you two stay safe."

"Alright man, and thanks again." he said to Austin before he was leaving into the dark to the exit of North Block.

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A few moments later, the light came back into the North Block, and when it did, Rodriguez sees a few inmates entering the block, with their hands over their heads while the guards are aiming the guns to them. About twenty inmates have come to here, and they are looking terrified. Then, a man dressed in a costume with a black tie, black gloves, a pair of glasses and with a weird style of hair is walking in the front of those men's who are aligned in a straight line to Rodriguez front view. When he did a quick walk, he looks at Rodriguez cell, he smiles and comes to him.

"Is your friend, alright?" asks the guard looking at Lenard who is put on Rodriguez bed because he took the down bed.

"Y-Yeah." says Rodriguez, being overwhelmed by that man presence, who's actually the Boss of this Prison.

"Good." says the man leaving Rodriguez cell and heading back to the line of inmates who some proceed to tremble, from that part of people there is even Henry and Tim, but no sign of King, nor Abou.

The man is taking a revolver, and he looked with a smile to the line of inmates, he then tells with a joy on his voice his plan.

'"We are going to play a game. If you win, you all can be alive here, and you might be able to win, but if I win, then all of you will have to remain here, beaten until all of you will slowly die... Sounds good? Yes. Good... We are playing..."

He looks at a guard who is having a revolver, he hands it to the boss who puts only there only three bullets at different locations of the reloading mechanism. The Boss then aims to his head and pulls the trigger. Nothing happened, and this made the boss have a grin on his face. Then, the guards proceed to laughs.

"Russian roulette." says the boss, handing the guard that revolver, and he orders him to aim at one man head. "If the three bullets are hitting three inmates and killing them... I win."