Right after flashing the pocket knife in front of his face, the first guard nodded at his fellow guards who were holding a stunned Jax, dragged the young lad, even before he could provide a suitable explanation for the appearance of a sharp weapon in his room.
Once again he was deemed guilty, even before he could defend himself, which was not anything new to him. But that didn't mean, he wouldn't have any clams about this and follow them like a headless chicken.
With this thought in his mind, Jax tried to put up a struggle to free himself from the guards' steel grips while saying he didn't know why the said knife was in his room.
But his attempts were all only in vain, because he couldn't possibly outwit the two well built guards who were especially trained to subdue much stronger criminals than Jax, who wasn't any match for those brawny felons.
Thus, they simply pulled him along with them and walked passed several corridors which were filled with inmates cell rooms and before he knew it, Jax found himself being ferried toward a much deserted and darker part of this already badly lit and raven prison.
However, just before he entered that part of this building, Jax stopped struggling as he caught a familiar figure from the corner of his eyes.
He tilted his head to his left side and saw Hank standing not far from where he was being dragged, with the very bald man he saw near his room talking to the first guard.
And as if a light bulb went off, Jax understood everything that was happening now when he saw the meaningful smile that was pulled on to the rougish man's lips.
He was being framed. And that knife was the very folding knife which tasted Hank's blood three days back, when his arm was wounded by Garry, in his fit of rebellion.
So, his favorite toy was no longer available and he now replaced him with Jax? Jax once again cursed himself for bumping into Garry on that day.
This wouldn't have happened if he didn't catch this lunatic's attention. But it's all late now, and Jax had already become a prey in this rougish man's sick games.
Hank's creepy sea green eyes, gleamed with his trademark weirdness as if declaring that he had officially set his eyes on Jax when he succeeded in gathering the latter's attention.
But before he could give any reaction to Hank, the guards dragged him into a pitch black room and shoved him onto the stone bed, which wasn't even provided with a sheet.
Afterward, they smoothly turned in the key after closing the door shut.
Great!
He didn't know that this prison had even smaller rooms than the one he was being held until now.
This room was much compact than his match box of a prison cell and the door wasn't even provided with a glass window which was generally meant for the guards to monitor inside an outlaw's room.
It just had a stone bed and a tiny weeny ventilator at the top corner of one of the back walls.
Did they leave him here to die from suffocation?
Because, it was definitely not possible for air to circulate in this room, not to mention about the darkness which hugged him from all sides.
At this point, Jax decided that avoiding Hank like a damned STD was his immediate course of action after getting out of this black hole.
Jax didn't know when he fell asleep but he was woken up by the rattling sound of a door being opened and soon after, he heard some metal object sliding in before it stopped in front of the stone bed.
"Eat your dinner." He heard from the other side of the door which was already closed.
Dinner? So they didn't have any intention to let him out even for his own meals? But, the question was; how many days was it going to be like this?!
With his visual perception being minimized from the darkness that engulfed him, he didn't notice the odd discoloration of the food given to him.
Jax pushed every disturbing thought to the back of his mind and reached for the plate, which was according to guesses, skidded to a particular spot from the noise it made when it was pushed inside. He would ponder about all of them later.
But when he brought the seemingly metal food plate near his face, putrid stench assaulted his nose and Jax almost puked his guts out just from inhaling the horrible stinky smell once.
Jax almost threw the plate in disgust, but on second thought he refrained from doing so, if he were stay this entire night here, then he would die from this smell alone, no?
Thus, whenever the guard came to collect the food plate from his room, he always left with a plate full of untouched food.
This continued straight for three days. But the guard didn't even bother to ask Jax why he didn't eat anything. Well, at least he hadn't been a complete hypocrite to ignore the fact that humans couldn't stomach food that was decomposed to such bad state.
It had been three nights and two days since Jax was locked in this room. In these past sixty hours, Jax hadn't got to have anything to fill his stomach with, except for water, which wasn't as bad as the food.
At least, he didn't taste any odd flavour when drinking it, or maybe he couldn't find anything different in it's taste even if it was odd, due to his parched tongue and grumbling intestines.
Jax felt weak to the bone, but he still refused to touch the half decomposed bread slices.
Soon thebreak fast plate was collected, leaving Jax in the same old pitch blackness and dead silence. So he decided to sleep his hunger off, as the water stopped doing the trick long back.
However, just as he was about slip into his subconscious state, he sensed some movement and heard the door being unlocked.
Instinctively, Jax turned toward the door, but didn't saw anyone pushing it open to enter the room, but he saw silhouette of two figures.