Crush

Tyrone’s fists clenched to the bars as his inmates beat him up. When they said jail, he expected a private cell, not one filled with ruffians and street rats. As someone who had problems with authority, he became their daily punching bag.

Whether he was in the wrong or not, they always found a way to attack humans and the officers were not in the least concerned about his well-being.

He tried several times to reach his grandfather but the man was unavailable for some reason. It felt like he was in prison already.

“Get his rich ass off the bars,” one said and they tried to peel him off. Tyrone refused to let go. His artificial hands were working well for him now.

Everything went from bad to worse when more people joined and pulled him off. They beat him up thoroughly before the alarm went off and the officers rushed in.

Everyone took their positions, leaving Tyrone groaning on the floor. He couldn't help but wonder if this was what Helen felt every time he hit her.

The officers pu
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