Chapter Five
Bugsby pushed Drago into a tiled shower room.
Man, I hope Bugs doeasn't do anything bad to 'im
Bugs ripped off Drago's jacket.
"Alright Dragshit, take off your fuckin' shirt."
Drago, looking as if he was tired, slowly removed his shirt, revealing dozens of whipping marks.
"Holy shit! what the hell' he been into?"
"Calm down noob, this is how druggies are. Now turn around Dragonfucker!"
Drago, looking ashamed of himself, turned around, revealing even more whip marks, some of them still bleeding.
"Geez, we should report this to Lombardi."
"Naw, we don't need to do that."
Bugs took out a billy club and wacked Drago on the back, knocking him to the ground.
"Bugs, what the fuck was that!"
"Discipline is key. He just needs it."
Bugs kicked Drago in the face, causing his nose to bleed rapidly.
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Fuck him! After all I've gone through, I get no respect! How would he feel in my position, huh? How would he fuckin' feel! Drago was then stripped of his clothing and pushed into a corner of the room. Oh God, what the fuck are they doin' now? An officer with a hose entered the room. Bugs walked over to him.
"Hey my good brother, would you care to clean this bitch up?"
"Why you didn't even need to ask!"
The cop turned it on and sprayed the hose at Drago. Agghhhhh! my wounds! Why my wounds! Why am I reliving my nightmare! WHY!
"Hey bro, don't forget to get him between the ears!"
Fuck, I'm in for it now.
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Walden watched as Drago was being sprayed. God, how could they do such a thing? I can't even watch this, it's too disturbing. Walden looked away and closed his eyes, crying.
"What's the matter noob? too afraid to watch?"
Walden cryed even harder. Why did I pick this job? Why?
