His eyes are as red as burgundy, like one who smokes weed. Among the inmates here, he hates me the most.
” You don’t deserve to eat. ” He snatched the food that my relatives brought to me on daily basis. ” You deserve the ropes on your neck. ”
I watched him devour the flask of food, and gulp down the Coke with a loud belch.
I still shudder seeing him here now, clad in green uniform like us. He’s the kidnap kingpin.
I look at him, but he averts my eyes. He knows he deserves the rope on his neck, not me.