SEVENTY FIVE

JASPER

I shuffled my hand through the cold congealed lasagna.

Fully used to it and ones far more worse than this, I ought to have finished it but not when my mind was going through a tough time of indecision.

“Hand it over in case you’re too emotionally down to eat. I shall finish it up for you, the pleasure is mine.” My eyes tore across the cell, and there he was, flashing his blackened tooth at me.

Archer is a bastard. He toys with me without fail even though he knew I was always fully ready to beat him to stupor like every other time.

“Learn to mind your business. Or your face could use a punch.” I tightened my grasp on the plate in my hand, and he smirked before turning away from me.

I’m goddamn tired of being in here, with this animalistic forsaken fools who form of a human. Hell, I would have regained my freedom last six months if Jordan hadn’t cursed trouble.

I really don’t have him to blame, had he been aborted way back when it wasn’t too late, I wouldn’t have to deal with