Prison Paedophile Problems
Chapter 1
The officer led Manic into a small room where he was stripped and searched for any weapons or drugs. His fanny pack was confiscated and his spiked bracelets removed. They were classed as a weapon for some reason. After the search Manic was then led down a long hall into a room where there was other kids like him and others that looked a lot older than him.
"This is where you will be eating your meals punk. And no funny business alright?" he shoved Manic into the room and slammed the door behind him.
Everyone in the room stared at Manic as he walked across the room to collect some food from the dinner people.
"Here you go sunshine," said the server, dumping a bowl of grey mush on his tray.
"Yoh what is this trash?" said Manic.
"Left over food that the officer's don't eat,"
"Dude, you gotta get better grub in,"
"If you want to make a complaint why not tell the warden?"
"Hey, I'm cool," said Manic as he walked away. He sat down at a table by himself and was about to try the stuff when a black Echidna approached him.
"Give me your food punk,"
"Excuse me?" said Manic.
The echidna grabbed hold of his vest and pulled him to his feet. "In this place I'm top dog. And if I ask you for your food you give me it. If you don't I'll break every single bone in your body. Do you hear me?"
"You can't just say that, I ain't don-"
The Echidna punched his jaw then knocked him to the ground.
"Do you still disagree?" he growled.
Manic wiped the blood from his lip and shook his head.
"Good," said the Echidna, he took the bowl away and ate the gruel-like liquid-like soup stuff.
Manic got to his feet just as an officer approached him. The officer took his arm and led him up the flights of stairs into a prison cell.
"This is where you're going to be staying. Until you're free to go. Be up by nine for your breakfast," he closed and locked the door.
Manic walked over to the bed that was in the corner, as he sat down he felt two warm hands touch his chest.
Manic froze.