King Lewis In Chicago Prison - the useless son of a Baker

In one of the most peaceful and serene coffee shops in Chicago, a man named Lewis was wiping the junks on his table. A black apron hung loosely on his waist, his flannel shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his face carried the smiles of joy as this was winter season and because of the icy air, many customers will drop by today to grab a hot coffee.He whistled his favorite song as he cleaned the table with a fresh tablecloth. Lewis has no employees in his cafe, as of the reason that he could manage the shop alone. It was a small classical cafe with about six tables, some artistic paintings hung on the gypsum board. He placed them there to attract customers, so they won't get bored when drinking in his cafe, instead there is something to entertain their wandering eyes.The open sign was faced outside so he was officially opened. Sirens blared across the alley, and halted in front of Lewis's cafe. Lewis peered up seeing the white police car.“Oh! It's the bacon!” he said with a

~Courtyard, Chicago prison~Early in the morning at about 6am, before sunrise, inmates formed straight lines of ten rows and seven Columns, as they stretched their bodies in exercise. Policemen who were in charge of morning roadworks, whipped the stubborn inmates that slowed their pace and the sleepy heads. In the sixth row, Lewis was following exactly their commander’s steps, back in his normal life, morning exercise was his hobby as this one was not hard for him as it was for others. “Punish anyone who stops for whatever reason, no fucking excuse mates!” the commander screamed from the front.The policemen showed off their whips as they were thirsty to use it on inmates.Behind Lewis was one of Chun Li's followers. The commander switched to jump squats and the inmates followed suit. Chun Li who was beside his follower nodded at him, and the follower picked up a piece of broken glass lying on the ground. The follower placed the sharp glass on Lewis's foot print, their schemes went

~Cafeteria, Chicago prison~The morning temperature was low, freezing and the sun was nowhere to be seen. As it was winter season, the cold air stung the skin of inmates who had no sweaters on, but the smell of cocoa made the air feel fresh and bearable.However, it was only for a few minutes before they would return to scrubbing the gutters in the frosty water.The sweet smell of hot cocoa wafted in the air as inmates were served a cup for each at the big size counter. Behind the counter were cafeteria servers who helped in pouring the cocoa to disposable cups, they wore hand gloves and nose masks along with their light blue vest and pants.In one of the pairs and rows table arrangements, Lewis was having his drink as he squeezed himself together, chasing for warmth. He was one of the many who couldn't afford a sweater. The sweaters they sold in the commissary were quite expensive for prisoners, so it was only the well-known OG's that were able to afford one for themselves.Lewis ble

~Five star hotel, Worcester~Taylor and his secretary arrived at the luxurious hotel two hours after leaving Chicago. The concierge walked up to them with a welcoming smile on her face.“Welcome to five star hotel, Mr. Taylor,” she took hold of his luggage. “Your suite has been arranged to your taste.” The concierge carefully rolled the luggage on the marble floor while walking two meters beside him.Taylor nodded and asked, “And the car I requested for?”“Resting in the garage,” the concierge replied again.“Good,” Taylor pulled out of his suit jacket before handing it to his secretary. “It's going to be a long stay in Worcester, right Mrs Skylar?” he asked, unbuttoning the sleeve of his shirt as he threw a glance at the concierge named Skylar.Mrs. Skylar simply nodded and widened the unwavering smile that plastered on her face like a mask.**************~Room 666, five star hotel~They stopped in front of the door with the number ‘suite 666’ on the number plate. The concierge swi

~Guards quarter, Chicago prison~Lewis knelt down in the middle of a dimly lit corridor, his hands were tied behind his back and his ankles were secured together with the same rope. His shirt has been ripped off, leaving him shirtless and sweaty.Sweat trickled down his face and abs, as the corridor was hot.Warden Lee turned on the gas burner and set down a pan of oil, allowing it to heat.As it started sizzling, warden Lee smirked at Lewis as he took a seat on the stool.“What did you say again? You don't know how the key crawled into your mattress?” he questioned and dipped the horsewhip into the pan.Lewis has explained himself over and over again that his voice has turned hoarse.At the back of his mind, he knows only one person who could do this to him.Chun Li.He silently crushed his teeth.“You make it harder when you lie, admit it and I might minimize the strokes,” warden Lee said, checking his frying horsewhip.“Have you fucked a woman in church before? You know the pleasur