The Almighty Heir's Return

Damn right

“Friedrich Ashford!” A guard shouted his name from the front of the cell. He had a mocking stare directed to Brandon, as if he knew something big was about to happen, and that was not meant to be for Friedrich’s delight.

Brandon turned his head around, still laying on the bed, and faced the guard, sitting up on the bed and then standing.

"Yes, sir?" Brandon replied, keeping his voice neutral.

“The director wants to have a word with you!” He said. “Now, you twit!”

Brandon just nodded and the two men in the cell with him gave the thumbs-up sign, as if giving Friedrich strength. He was not in a good mood, but at least, he would know the face of the man commanding that freak show.

The guard opened the cell’s door and Brandon got out, letting himself be handcuffed. He would finally see the director.

They walked the halls and several inmates shouted obscenities, including asking for Friedrich to be placed in their cell so they could enjoy his 'his nice round ass'.

“We need a lady, here