SWNOVELS Chapter 5559
In this critical moment, Dean didn’t dare doubt Charlie’s words. As Charlie talked about relentless self- destruction, Dean’s heart
sank. It was like someone who grew up in a tropical rainforest, never having seen the cold was suddenly thrown into an icy pool.
He knew he couldn’t match Charlie, and even his fellow underlings couldn’t make a difference. Escape seemed like an
impossible dream.
Dean imagined his comrades sensing something was wrong and rushing in. Charlie would surely take them down easily, leaving
Dean with no hope of rescue.
To make things worse, there were still at least four long hours until dinner.
He wasn’t thinking about revenge or saving his pride anymore. All he wanted was for Charlie to stop this inhumane torture and
humiliation. Dean found himself reduced to the most humble of pleas, kneeling on the cold, grimy floor, clasping his hands above
his head like an obedient pet, hoping for Charlie’s mercy.
Charlie looked at the pitiful sight before him, his sneer dripping with cruelty. He teased, “Has anyone ever begged you like this
before, on their knees?”
Dean hesitated for a moment, thinking about all the people he had tortured to their breaking point with his merciless methods.
People who had been driven to suicide or tortured to death. Dean might have been more brutal than Charlie when it came to
cruelty, using ruthless and degrading methods even on innocent victims. Charlie, for all his ruthlessness, seemed to avoid
harming the innocent.
Seeing Dean’s silence, Charlie smirked and continued, “It’s our first meeting, and I don’t know your history, but I’m sure the
people outside know exactly what kind of evil you’ve done. Let them enlighten me.”
Charlie grabbed the handle of the toilet brush, lifted it forcefully, and raised Dean from his kneeling position.
This caused another wave of pain in Dean’s mouth. He felt like there wasn’t a single patch of unharmed flesh left, it was all just
bloody ulcers. The pain was unbearable.
Charlie, however, didn’t show any sympathy. Dean’s multiple breakdowns were just the beginning for him.
Holding Dean up with one hand by the toilet brush, Charlie walked to the bathroom door and turned the handle.
Outside, fifteen henchmen were ready and eager. One skinny guy, unable to contain his excitement, unfastened his belt and
announced, “The boss is done, it’s my turn to have some fun!” With those words, he dashed to the door, expecting Charlie to be
satisfied.
But as the door swung open, the skinny guy’s excitement turned to horror. Before him stood a stern Charlie.
He was speechless, but nothing seemed wrong. He kept a sly grin and said, “Ah, our Asian beauty can’t resist a second round,
can you?”
Charlie extended his hand, lifting Dean in front of him. “Looks like you’re eager to go next,” he remarked.
The skinny guy now looked like a ghost, terrified beyond measure. He stared, mouth wide open, but didn’t say a word.
He never imagined the pitiful figure before him was Dean, the boss he had admired and followed for so long.
Dean, upon seeing him, tried to call for help, but the toilet brush still blocked his voice. Desperate, he opened his mouth, spewing
blood and saliva, drenching the skinny guy’s head in fear.
The others knew about Dean’s bad temper. While they enjoyed the show, almost no one dared to get close to see, except the
skinny guy. They were unaware of what was happening.
Filled with terror, the skinny guy instinctively stepped back, prompting Jagoan to thrust his foot into the guy’s chest.
With a loud thud, the skinny guy was thrown out of the bathroom door, hitting the opposite wall and losing consciousness.
The other inmates were shocked by this sudden turn of events. They gathered around, puzzled by Dean’s miserable state.
Dean’s mouth was finally free from the toilet brush. Jagoan sneered and asked Dean, “Now, tell me, what were you about to say
to your little friends?”
As the toilet brush was pulled from his mouth, Dean’s last wish to scream “kill him” faded away.
He knew Jagoan’s dominance in this cell was absolute. If he let his underlings attack, they would likely be either killed or
punished, and Dean’s rebellion would not go unpunished.
Seeing Dean’s silence, Jagoan slapped him hard, causing several teeth to fall out. Agonizing pain shot through Dean’s head.
When the others saw Dean being beaten, they were alarmed. They knew Dean was a formidable opponent, and even in his
pitiable state, he outmatched them collectively.
So they hesitated, not approaching Jagoan.
In response, Jagoan grabbed a plastic chair, sat down in front of the group, and raised the bloodied toilet brush, striking it against
the floor, leaving a crimson streak.
Jagoan spoke calmly, “You all did well to line up for me. I’ll give you three seconds to stand behind this line. If anyone hasn’t
complied by the count of three, I’ll break their leg.”
Dean, in agony, managed to stand behind the line, followed by the others.
Jagoan nodded in approval and declared, “Three!”
All of them had quickly lined up, except for the skinny guy, who remained unconscious against the wall.
Jagoan approached him, lifted the unconscious guy by the hair, and dragged him in front of the others. Then he dropped him,
leaving the man sprawled on the ground, lifeless as a rag doll.
Turning to the rest, Jagoan stated, “As I mentioned, I’ll break the leg of anyone who doesn’t comply with my command. You must
know I keep my word.”
In that tense moment, the inmates couldn’t make sense of Jagoan’s actions. Why was he punishing an unconscious and
defenseless man? It seemed unfair and even cruel.
Amidst their confusion, an elderly man in his fifties spoke up, trembling as he said, “You... you can’t treat an unconscious person
like this, it’s unjust!”
“Unjust?” Jagoan responded calmly. “Well, they say a man’s word is his bond. I stick to my promises, not necessarily fairness.
Anyone who doesn’t fall in line will have their leg broken.”
Jagoan raised an eyebrow and turned to the elderly man, asking, “Who are you, and why are you advocating for him?”
The priest, still trembling, mustered the courage to reply, “I am a priest, a servant of God. I speak for justice.”
Jagoan sneered, “I’m sorry, but I’m an atheist. I don’t believe in God.”
Stammering, the priest responded, “Even if you don’t believe in God, you can’t blaspheme Him.”
Jagoan smiled and clarified, “I’m not blaspheming. I just don’t take His servants seriously.”
Jagoan left the room with determination. He fixed his gaze on the priest and asked, “Tell me, when did you first enter this
prison?”
The priest, his lips pressed tightly, replied with a hint of panic, “It was about three years ago, give or take...”
Jagoan nodded and continued, “And how long have you been locked up here?”
Nervously, the priest answered, “Around two years and three months, approximately.”
Jagoan nodded again and gestured towards Dean, who lay on the ground, and asked, “With your extensive time here, you must
have seen this guy torment many other inmates, right? Did you ever speak up for them, or did you just turn a blind eye?”
“I...” The priest found himself momentarily speechless.
In reality, he didn’t really want to defend the unconscious man or plead for mercy and justice on his behalf. He had recognized
that a new era was dawning within these prison walls when Jagoan picked up that toilet brush from Dean’s mouth and left the
restroom. It symbolized Jagoan’s ascension as the new leader of this prison.
So, he used this opportunity to establish his position in Jagoan’s eyes, subtly conveying that he, Dean, and their group didn’t
belong to the same faction. He hoped to secure his own survival and maybe even earn Jagoan’s favor and trust. But little did he
know that Jagoan would dismantle his intricate plan with one masterful move.
When Dean had harmed others in the past, the priest had never defended them. He had even convinced Dean that God wouldn’t
condemn him for chastising the wrongdoers, as he believed no one within those prison walls was truly innocent. Petty theft was
just as sinful in his eyes, and Dean agreed. This approach had kept the priest safe.
Now, facing Jagoan’s direct question in front of everyone, he couldn’t respond without incurring Jagoan’s wrath and potential
violence.
Seeing the prolonged silence, Jagoan delivered a resounding slap to the priest’s cheek, causing him to spin around and lose two
front teeth.
The priest teetered on the edge of collapse, but Jagoan grabbed his collar and stared into his eyes, demanding, “You were quite
talkative earlier. Why the silence now?”
The priest, his face throbbing with pain, covered his cheeks and whimpered, “I’m a priest. You shouldn’t strike me! God will judge
you!”
Jagoan grinned and persisted, “As a priest and a servant of God, tell me, what did you do to end up in this prison? How did a
clergyman like you fall so far from grace?”
The priest was overcome with panic and dared not utter another word.
Jagoan turned to the young man of brown complexion standing next to the priest and asked directly, “Please, tell me the
circumstances that led to the priest’s imprisonment. If you hide the truth or lie to me, your fate might be worse than that of the
unconscious man lying there.”
Overwhelmed with fear, the young man shouted in a trembling voice, “It was sexual assault! He’s here for sexual assault!”
He continued fervently, “His name is John Lawrence, a notorious pedophile in New York. He’s no longer a man of the cloth, but
he still poses as a priest, shamelessly!”
John Lawrence felt deflated, curling up before Jagoan, trembling like a washing machine with a broken drum shaft.
“It seems your sins are quite severe,” Jagoan said with a wry smile. He turned to John Lawrence and shook his head, remarking,
“John, at your age, you seem to have no control over your impulses, denying your own actions. How pitiful.”
But then, his tone changed, and he added, “Nevertheless, I admire your audacity. Rest assured, I’ll arrange for someone to cater
to your preferences.”
This sparked newfound hope in John Lawrence’s eyes, Jagoan turned back to Dean, “From now on, you’ll use your talents to
satisfy Mr. Lawrence daily. Failure to do so will result in your own conviction for incompetence, and the consequences will be
severe.”
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