Prison War

"Yea yea, but let's go to sleep now and tomorrow I'll give out the order for total domination muhahaha." I laughed like a cartoon villain and walked back to my cell and jumped on my bunk bed where I feel asleep quickly.

Morning arrived abruptly, signaled by the blaring alarm that pierced through the air like a shrill siren. The cell doors grated open mechanically, the noise a discordant melody to our routine. Stepping into the main hall, the dim lighting offered little solace, and the air carried a faint undercurrent of confinement. The shuffle of feet and muffled conversations gradually filled the space as inmates gathered, each like a ghostly figure emerging from the shadows.

A crescendo of footsteps announced the entrance of guards. We were organized into groups of ten and escorted to the bathrooms to take a shower, brush our teeth, jerk off or whatever you want, but it must be all done in 20 minutes.