In the spacious office, the candles are dim and decorated very luxuriously, with scarlet gold-edged blankets hanging on the walls, next to them are deer-headed specimens, and then tall bookshelf.

Next to the window is an oak desk, which is more than three meters wide and is thick and heavy. Behind are six tall arched iron windows. Outside the window is wind and rainy, and whenever lightning flashes, a pile of bloated meat will be revealed.

Mountain.

The belly is as round as a ball, the whole head is like a triangle, with a small bunch of hair and a smaller military cap, and the golden badge is the only highlight.

Due to excessive obesity, the eyes narrowed into an arc, the wide and thick chin fell on the chest, and the neck was completely invisible. With two curly beards like old ks playing cards, and the thick and big mouth like sausages,

It was indescribable funny and ugly. At this time, the corners of the mouth were raised upwards, and the narrowed eyes were bent greatly, adding another bit of wretchedness.

This ugly middle-aged man is the warden of this prison.

Harry House, Viscount, a lord-level powerhouse.

At this moment, he was rubbing his hands, as if waiting for something. He wore a large and colorful ring on his thick and plump fingers. Whenever the lightning flashed, it shone brightly. Each ring was a top-level psychic exciter with full functions.

They are all magical tools for saving lives and killing people.

“Tu tuk…”

A light and cautious knock on the door sounded, followed by a muddy voice.

"Sir, today's new prisoner."

"Come in."

The warden raised his hand gently and the lights in the room lit up.

The door opened, the female prisoner was brought in, and the fat female prison guard saluted and left. With the sound of the wooden door closing, the office fell into silence.

The woman glanced at the room from the corner of her eyes, and several oil paintings were hung on the wall, and the contents inside made her feel uncomfortable. They were all in hell, and the demons torture the woman, and despair and pain filled the picture.

"The lost Lamb, the true God will guide you to the path of returning to the lost path, and return to the embrace of truth, goodness and beauty."

After a few seconds of quietness, the warden spoke.

Go, your mother’s true god! The woman is very disdainful, but she dared not say it out.

"Female Prisoner..." The warden stared at the woman, his eyes pissing, "You only need to remember one thing, here, I, Warden Harry House, is the only true god."

The pressure of the superior man filled the room, and the lights in the room suddenly dimmed a little. The woman's heart tightened, feeling suffocated, and nodded in a daze.

"Okay, you can go back."

The woman left the warden's office like a walking corpse. As soon as the door was closed, the pressure disappeared and the woman returned to her awakening.

Thinking back to the warden's ugly face and body shape, and then the prisoner's hint, she couldn't help but feel a layer of goose bumps on her body, and she couldn't help but want to vomit. She knew what "respect" means, but that's

What, that's a pig, she would rather die...

A few minutes later, through the long passage of guarded men, Stephanie was taken to a restaurant.

"Go to eat something first, and someone will take you to the place to sleep." The fat woman threw down her words and left.

There were people coming and going in the restaurant, all of whom were female prisoners wearing gray prison clothes. The food was buffet-style. Stephanie took some food and found a place with few people to sit down.

"Hi, newcomer."

Shortly after sitting down, a tall woman with a flat head came over with a dinner plate and sat down beside her casually. Several female prisoners came with her eyebrows raised and her eyes were sharp. At a glance, they knew that they were not good people.

"It's pretty." The flat-headed woman looked at Stephanie a few times, and put her shoulders familiarly, and said jokingly, "But, being pretty is not a good thing for us, unless you think that fat head is fat

Pigs can make you orgasm…”

Speaking of this, the flat-headed woman smiled, and the other women also laughed.

"Please keep your paws!" Stephanie unceremoniously shook the other person's hand and warned, "If you don't want to see it on the plate."

"Oh, it's still a wild cat that can only bite people." The flat-headed woman pretended to be scared.

"I don't just bite people..." Stephanie leaned back and looked at the other person meaningfully, "such as removing you from a big piece and stuffing your head into your butt."

"Hahaha!" Several women laughed mockingly.

"Don't believe it?" Stephanie's eyes narrowed, and her murderous intent was stern.

"Relax, girl." said the flat-headed woman, "No one can sit here is normal." Then she pointed to a woman casually, "Xuemi, how did you come in."

"The neighbor's dog is always noisy, so I sent it and its owner to hell." The woman said casually, holding her nails.

"Miss Xuan, where are you."

"On the love anniversary, my boyfriend actually gave me roses. Oh my god, didn't he know I had pollen allergies? Such a stupid man, living is a waste of resources, so I gave him a ride."

"Where are you?" the flat-headed woman asked the third one. This one looked like a student, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"One morning, my dad came to ask me to get up. Maybe he was angry and put a knife under the pillow. I couldn't help it and cut off his head. I felt very depressed, but that was not my fault.

, I really didn't mean it, they wronged me..." The girl spoke a little nervously, and later turned into talking to herself.

"Look, you are more than one crazy person who can kill people." said the flat-headed woman.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, but she no longer rejected the other party, and she was considered to have made friends.

"You just came out of the warden's office?" the flat-headed woman suddenly leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Um?"

"I'll give you a little advice..." The flat-headed woman's voice was lowered, "Don't promise that fat pig any deal, right..." She looked at a woman outside the table, "She's the end of the game.

.”

Following the gaze of the flat-headed woman, she was a beautiful woman, but her eyes were dull and she was eating bit by bit, like a walking zombie.

"She, what did she go through..." Recalling the oil paintings in the office, Stephanie shivered and her voice trembled slightly.

"The fat pig has some hobbies. He made some small props for his hobbies, and a few old guys with similar smells. In short, don't promise him anything, otherwise you will be like the one over there, every night

Awakened by a nightmare.”

"Is she the only one?" Stephanie asked after her face turned pale.

"No, she's just one of them."

"Is no one able to manage it?" Stephanie asked.

"No, here, he is God." The flat-headed woman said hatefully, then seemed to remember something and became silent.

For a moment, everyone stopped talking, the atmosphere became extremely depressing, but at this moment, a commotion rang out outside.
Chapter completed!