At noon, as Charlie was having a meal alone in a restaurant in Oskiatown, the sound of sirens echoed across the street, and two police cars from the Immigration Bureau screeched to a stop at the door of the restaurant.Charlie observed everything silently. He donned an indifferent expression and continued eating with his head down. Several policemen rushed into the restaurant with a picture in their hands and compared it with the patrons in the restaurant. Suddenly, they strode toward Charlie and asked loudly, "Are you Charlie, who smuggled into the United States from Malaysia?""What?" Charlie raised his head and shook it in confusion. "No..."The policeman checked the photo, sneered, and notified his colleagues, "Guys, it's him. Take him!"Several policemen rushed forward, grabbed Charlie's arms to the back, and handcuffed him.Charlie struggled as they grabbed his arms but immediately stopped resisting when a policeman made a gesture of going for his gun.After handcuffing h
"Yes, but by boat."The buzz-cut man sighed with a hint of disappointment. "The boat is indeed the better option. You can get on the boat from your country, and it will take about a month. Damn, the road option is so hard! It's like hell! I thought I would die at some point."Someone in the crowd muttered, "Bullshit. Taking a boat is not as good as you think. You were at least walking on earth. If you took a boat, you might have to swim the last stretch. There were about 60 people on the same boat, but only half of us got ashore. I bet the other half were swept away by waves."The buzz-cut man shuddered slightly and lamented, "Anyway, I'm freaking regretting this. They said that America is a paradise. Fuck them! It's nothing but hell! The fucking agent told me that I could make at least seven to eight thousand dollars a month even if I just washed dishes. When I got here, at least a dozen people fought to wash one plate in a restaurant!"After that, he turned to look at Charlie and
"Yup, he's calling me." Charlie nodded at the buzz-cut man. "See ya.""Are they releasing you now?" The buzz-cut man blurted with a disappointed expression on his face. "But you just got in." The officer looked at the buzz-cut man and announced in a flat tone, "He's being transferred to Brooklyn Prison.""What?!" The buzz-cut man yelped in shock and jolted. He then shouted toward Charlie's back, "Bro, what did you do?! Did you kill someone? I heard that American prisons are worse than hell. You’d better be careful!""Don't worry." Charlie waved his hand without looking back. "Goodbye."The officer took Charlie to a quiet corner of the office area and whispered, "We've already taken the fast-track procedure and will send you to Brooklyn Prison soon. I have an informant there. His name is Leandro, a Brazilian. He is a know-it-all about Brooklyn Prison. You can go to him when you get there and ask him about the situation in the prison. Just tell him that Andrew introduced you,
The prison guard led Charlie to the door of cell number 8.The prisoners inside were laughing and chatting. As soon as the prison guard shouted through the door, all the prisoners stood in a line in the middle of the cell.Two guards stood at the door and checked the number of prisoners through the iron bars. Then, they used the intercom to inform their colleague to open the door. Next, they went inside to check the cell. After confirming that everything was clear, the guards signaled to the prison guard behind Charlie. The guard nudged Charlie and gestured for him to go in.An awful stench hit Charlie's nose as soon as he entered the cell and made him frown in disgust. He could smell a sour and rusty odor, body odor, and foot odor mixed with the odor of bedding in addition to the smell of the toilet, which was disgusting.Charlie's wrinkled expression was a stark contrast to the other prisoners who didn't seem to care about the stench at all.Among them, a muscular and beard
The prison guard nodded and left the cell with the other two guards, ignoring Charlie.Then, the gate closed on its own.As soon as the guards left, the dozen men who were standing in line relaxed their shoulders and moved away casually. The muscular man named Dean glared at Charlie and sneered, "Hey, new guy! I'll walk you through the rules of the cell."Charlie ignored him and walked straight to his bed, number 16.Enraged by Charlie giving him the cold shoulder, Dean grabbed Charlie by the collar, clenched his fist, and gestured to Charlie. "Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you fucking deaf?!"With an annoyed frown, Charlie huffed, "Your mouth is foul, and so is your body. The whole cell smells awful. It seems like we’ll have to do something about the hygiene of the cell."Then, he brushed Dean off and started to make his bed. Dean was taken aback and confused by Charlie's audacity in talking to him in such an indifferent manner. He was concerned that Charlie had some background
With a perverted grin on his face, Dean snarled, "Enough with the chattering. Why don't we go to the bathroom now? I'll show you step by step so that you can have a taste right away!""Woah!" the crowd guffawed. One guy whistled and quipped, "Boss, are you going to do it in broad daylight? Can I have a taste of him once you're done?""Of course, but let me check him out first!" Dean snickered. "After I'm done, anyone interested can try him out!"Then, his expression darkened. He glared at Charlie and directed coldly, "Come on. To the bath."Charlie nodded, pointed to the footprints on his bed, and said monotonously, "Okay, I'll settle this with you later."With that, he spruced up his shirt and headed for the bathroom."He's got an attitude. I like that," Dean snorted and swept his glance over the excited crowd. "Wait outside and don't peek, or I'll kick your ass!"Everyone nodded with a perverted grin. Then, Dean went into the bathroom. He slammed the door shut as soon as he
Charlie sneered disdainfully as he looked at Dean's horrified expression. "I told you that your mouth stinks, but you got mad at me. Look at you! You've never liked brushing your teeth since you were a kid, huh? You're dirtier and lazier now. Come, let me teach you how to brush your stinky mouth!" Charlie grabbed the toilet brush at his side, pried Dean's mouth open with his other hand, and stuffed the dirty brush right into his mouth. Dean was muscular, and his chest muscles were as big as an adult's head, but his mouth was comparatively smaller. When Charlie forcefully stuffed the toilet brush into his mouth, the hard burrs cut his lips, and the corners of his mouth turned bloody. Dean was trembling in pain, but Charlie didn't give a damn. He exerted some strength and shoved the entire toilet brush into Dean's mouth. Then, he began to move the toilet brush up and down vigorously as if he were brushing Dean's teeth. In an instant, Dean's mouth was filled with blood. Dean
Dean knew these words were not a threat. Charlie would walk the talk. When he heard Charlie say that he would torture him to death, he felt an utmost sense of desperation and agony. He and his fellow prisoners were no match for Charlie, so he was certain he could not get away from Charlie. Even if the fellow inmates realized that something wasn't right and rushed in, Charlie would immediately subdue them, and they couldn't save him either. It was at least four hours before dinner. Getting revenge and preserving his reputation was the last thing he had in mind. All he could think of was for Charlie to stop the inhumane torment and humiliation. He would never have thought that the glory and self-respect he had defended for so long would be completely destroyed today by having the dirty and smelly toilet brush stuck in his mouth. Kneeling on the ground in desperation, he bowed desperately with his hands above his head in the most humble way like a tamed pet dog, asking for C