February 21 2082 12:07pm, He saw metal bars in front of him, sweaty and smelly men were all around him, at the right side of the front of the room was a pile of feces, urine soaked the floor. The room was darker than it should normally be, probably because the light bulb was missing, along with the socket, the best description of the room, cramped.

On the left side of the back of the room was sitting a man with dark brown skin, curly black hair, bulging muscles wearing a nonchalant expression, an African man in his prime, his name, Jade Adenusi, he abruptly stood, up to a height of 6 feet 8 inches, an above average height, but in this room he was the 3rd tallest, on his right was a 6’9 man his arm cover in tattoos and in front of him was a 6’11 man laying down, his face on the urine soaked floor, no care in the world… probably because he was missing a very important part of his neck.

As Jade stood, he winced from the pain his bruises caused, bringing back memories of the beginning of the week.

It was an intense Monday, he executed a daring plan… and failed, the military caught him, vented their anger on him until they were somewhat satisfied and put him in a cell filled with the most notorious criminals in the prison.

He could still remember the face of the soldier that escorted him to his cell; it was filled with so much euphoria, imagining the torture he would face at the hand of his cell mates, picturing what his facial expression would be after the ordeal. Sadly for him his superior called him immediately after he was done escorting Jade to his cell.

The cell held about 30 black men, 8 of which stood up when he entered, smiling, and the biggest one came forward and without a pause slapped him with his left hand.

The slap woke Jade up from the dazed he was in, turning the fake insane smile he had managed to maintained throughout the torture of the soldiers to one of pain and surprise ‘Damn I was too slow I didn’t dodge properly’ he thought as he turned his face to meet his assaulter.

When he looked up at his assaulter who was a head taller than him, the assaulter’s smile crumbled to an intense frown as he said “Pull down your shorts, face the wall and bend over, we will initiate you” in a menacing tone.

Jade saw the despair and sadness in the eyes of about half of those still sitting, the other half had smiles on their faces, probably happy that he was going to go through what they also when through, he laughed. His reaction made the assaulter smile; this wasn’t the first time the assaulter had seen this reaction.

Jade responded in a playful tone while wagging his index finger “No, no, no, that’s not how you get under a man or woman’s pants, my dude, you got to be subtle. Like, you ask me out on a date, we catch a movie together, we develop a closer relationship, you know, get to know each other, I see things I like about you, you see things you like about me, we flatter and flirt, then I invite you to my house, we have wine and then we get to the smashing. You can’t skip the steps” then his tone got menacing “cause nigga I ain’t your bitch”.

His reaction provoked a fit of laugh from the assaulter. As he maintained a bold front he thought ‘guess he isn’t gonna listen’ he sighed internally, ‘my arms are too tired to punch properly… I guess the only thing these soldiers are good for is beating people up; my face is so beaten that my own mother won’t recognize me, the floor is too slippery for a high kick and his legs aren’t spread wide enough for me to kick his nuts well… I guess that leaves one option’.

The laughter stopped abruptly with a punch coming from the assaulter’s left. Jade leaned to the right, avoiding the punch by a hair’s width. He punched with his right, which the assaulter blocked, smiling at it the weakness and slowness of the punch, imagining how easy it would be to break his victim’s spirit.

Jade used the grip the assaulter had on his arm as an anchor and pulled himself into close contact with his neck and with a smile… bit into it.”SHIT!” the assaulter let out a short scream which was followed by painful grunts; he had assumed Jade was trying to free his arm from his grasp only to fall forward because of his grip on Jade’s hand.

As blood spewed out of his neck; Jade’s teeth were sharper than expected, he crumpled to the floor bringing Jade with him, while furiously punching Jade’s abdomen.

His lackeys, alarmed at their boss’s predicament, punched repeatedly in a violent effort to plead for their boss’s release. “Fuck! How the hell are his teeth so sharp” said a gang member who was directing his punches at Jade’s eye, each punch rocking Jade’s face slightly, side to side, worsening the wound for their boss, the others hitting Jade’s ribs.

For all their effort Jade still didn’t let go, his teeth sinking deeper into the assaulters neck, blood flowing from his nose and mouth, his vision growing even more blurry than they already were but like a demon, he refused to release him.

The dumbest of them, in his impatience, decided to pull Jade’s face away from his boss’s neck. With a wet rip the bosses wound turned from critical to fatal as blood spurted from his jugular vein.

The faces of the lackeys; a mixture of anger and surprise, their boss clutching his neck, now free, helplessly as it oozed blood like a faucet. “YAAAAAAHHH!” a tattooed hand threw a punch at the cheek of one of the lackeys.

While they were struggling to save their boss the lackeys had failed to notice the expressions of the other inmates morph, from false joy or true despair, to shock and surprise as their oppressor fell, to joy as they saw the blood spurt from his neck, to rage as all the pain they had gone through resurface at the sight of his dying body.

As if by tacit agreement a brawl started, the previously abused members finding courage in the face of the imminent death of their worst oppressor rose up and started beating the lackeys, releasing all they’re bottled up hatred by violently beating the remaining 7 lackeys, all those that sat joined, both the ones who smiled and the ones who despaired as they had all been abused.

The sound of the maddened screams of the inmates, the pain filled wails of the lackeys, who were being pinned to the urine soaked floor, dipped into the pile of feces or just being generally tortured, rang, as the inmates tried to re-enact the torture the boss and his lackeys had put them through.

Along with the occasionally snap of broken bones and spurts of blood, this painted a cruel, disgusting and yet satisfying image of revenge and retribution in all its glory.

What about the soldiers? Why would they care? They would rather the inmates beat each other to death than having to waste time dealing with their problems.

Jade maneuvered through the crowd going to the back of the room where the fighting was less concentrated as he laughed manically. He sat down thinking ‘Yup, now this is what perfect therapy looks like’. He crashed down on the floor and passed out.