CHAPTER 4
The prisoners were led back down the gloomy halls to their cells. Christian was NOT having a good time. Once back in his cell, Christian climbed on the top bunk and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. He wondered where everyone was now. Had they all escaped the police?
Bubba: "Boy! Quit playin' with yourself and get down here. It's time to hit the showers."
Christian: "Showers?"
Christian hadn't realized he'd have to bathe in - ugh - public showers. He cringed and but slid off the bed and followed the crowd to the showers.
Christian bashfully tried to cover himself with his little white towel trying to find a shower. He turned on the faucet and gingerly dropped his towel. He felt excruciatingly embarrassed.
Just then, he felt a sharp snap on his bottom. And another. And another. He spun around to see Bubba laughing at him, armed with a wet towel. Bubba dropped a soap bar in front of Christian.
Bubba: "Pick it up, boy."
Christian stared at the soap bar nervously.
Bubba: "Pick it up!"
Christian began to bend over to pick it up, but tricked Bubba and made a run for it instead. He ran out of the showers and begged the guard to take him to his cell.
Standing there, naked and with a sharp pain in his bottom, he was on the verge of bursting into tears. He waited until he was back in his cell. He climbed up to the top bunk and buried his head in his pillow, crying his eyes out.
Christian: "I hate this place, I hate it!"
He wished he had never gotten himself into this trouble. He cried and cried until finally he fell asleep, naked and distressed.
FROM BEETLE: LOL! You guys must think I'm nuts. Please don't think I'm crazy . . . This story is not meant to make any sense at all, it's just plain weirdness.
DISCLAIMER: You know.
The prisoners were led back down the gloomy halls to their cells. Christian was NOT having a good time. Once back in his cell, Christian climbed on the top bunk and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. He wondered where everyone was now. Had they all escaped the police?
Bubba: "Boy! Quit playin' with yourself and get down here. It's time to hit the showers."
Christian: "Showers?"
Christian hadn't realized he'd have to bathe in - ugh - public showers. He cringed and but slid off the bed and followed the crowd to the showers.
Christian bashfully tried to cover himself with his little white towel trying to find a shower. He turned on the faucet and gingerly dropped his towel. He felt excruciatingly embarrassed.
Just then, he felt a sharp snap on his bottom. And another. And another. He spun around to see Bubba laughing at him, armed with a wet towel. Bubba dropped a soap bar in front of Christian.
Bubba: "Pick it up, boy."
Christian stared at the soap bar nervously.
Bubba: "Pick it up!"
Christian began to bend over to pick it up, but tricked Bubba and made a run for it instead. He ran out of the showers and begged the guard to take him to his cell.
Standing there, naked and with a sharp pain in his bottom, he was on the verge of bursting into tears. He waited until he was back in his cell. He climbed up to the top bunk and buried his head in his pillow, crying his eyes out.
Christian: "I hate this place, I hate it!"
He wished he had never gotten himself into this trouble. He cried and cried until finally he fell asleep, naked and distressed.
FROM BEETLE: LOL! You guys must think I'm nuts. Please don't think I'm crazy . . . This story is not meant to make any sense at all, it's just plain weirdness.
DISCLAIMER: You know.