Merion followed the sea breeze and passed through the vast plain area of Simpson Continent.
They circled back in a large forest.
They came to the prison built in the middle of the forest and on a small plane.
It was time for dinner in prison.
A prison guard leaned against the wall of the cell and stared at Evelyn lustfully from the door hole.
He watched Evelyn eating in the cell.
He couldn't help swallowing with her. 'This beauty can also eat so elegantly and charmingly when she is in prison. She can drink little by little, and occasionally use her beautiful fingers to wipe the rice stains on her red lips.'
The prison guard widened his eyes and was almost fascinated by the scene.
After a while, he looked down at Evelyn's fair-skinned legs and couldn't help flirting with her.
"Evelyn, you look more beautiful today than the other day when I saw you on duty."
"Are you sure? How can you be more beautiful when you don't have enough food?" Evelyn looked at the prison guard's lustful eyes and knew what he was thinking. She deliberately leaned against the wall of the cell to change a posture, so that her legs under the prison uniform could be more exposed.
At this moment, her slender and snow-white thighs were almost completely exposed to the eyes of the prison guard.
All of a sudden, the soldier's nosebleed almost sprayed to the door of the cell.
He took a deep breath and said, "Evelyn, when I become the warden in the future, I will ask someone to cook special food for you."
"If you become a warden, maybe you can let me go secretly. But I'm afraid you won't be a warden even if I die here."
"I'm telling you, don't tell anyone. I'm a distant relative of the warden's distant relative..."
Evelyn giggled inside and winked at him casually. "Who can be a prison guard here who is the warden, each one of them is a distant relative of the warden. You'd better bring me a flower next time on duty. I have been here for a long time and I have forgotten what those flowers look like. They smell so good!"
"Do you like flowers?"
"Is there a social flower in the world that doesn't like flowers?"
"Okay, but the rules in this prison are very strict. Even the food you eat is carefully touched by the head of the prison guards, removing the hard objects and bones inside. I can only help you remove the flower stem, and put the flowers in my pocket to secretly bring them to you."
"It's better than not seeing any petals."
On the first floor of the prison, some prisoners, who had finished their meals, handed out the vomited filth with clay bowls.
The three guards were collected one by one along with the single-cell and poured into the iron bucket.
A soldier and a young prisoner shouted at each other through the door of the cell.
The strong prison guard glared at Joyner fiercely and shouted at the cell, "Fuck you, 'war criminal Joyner'. Why do you pull it every time after dinner? And today you even pulled the shit to the ground."
Joyner, the young war criminal, cursed back inside, "Fuck you, 'Sirloin' of the jailer. Don't you see that my hands are handcuffed by several iron chains? I can take off my trousers with my feet. It's good that I don't pull them on my trousers!"
"Then why don't you aim your buttocks at the wood shit bucket under your feet?"
"You said it was poo. I just took off my pants and it squirted out. It's lucky that half of it flew to the shit bucket!"
The strong guards had no choice but to get the key to the cell through the passageway.
The prison guard leaned against the wall and flirted with Evelyn. He was frightened and quickly withdrew his lustful eyes from her. "Wait. I'll do what I say. I'll bring you flowers next time." He rushed from prison to the second floor to the first floor to help.
Four guards opened the door of the cell with iron sticks, brooms and a duster filled with dust.
Joyner's two strong arms were firmly locked by several thick iron chains hanging from the top of the cell.
Under his body, there was a large pool of yellow and thin excrement, emitting a pungent smell.
Several guards hurriedly covered their noses with their hands.
The guard was so angry that he cursed, "Why do you have diarrhea? It`s just delaying us from the night shift today."
Joyner replied impolitely, "Do you think it's me who wants to have diarrhea? Who knows what kind of food you cook every day? Is it strange that I eat and pull it out in gunk?"
The muscles on Joyner's chest bulged under the rope, and the two arm muscles on his arm shook the iron chain on the ceiling.
The four guards walked into the cell carefully.
They were afraid of being kicked by Joyner's two strong legs.
The young man, who had just scolded him, didn't dare to go forward again. He kicked other companions to clean the stains with a duster and a long broom.
Joyner looked at him contemptuously and said, "Come here, Sirloin, help me remove the shit! Where is your arrogance when you stood outside the prison just now? Now you are really in the prison, but you dare not come here, right? I will kick out your guts today."
The anger of the prison guard had been extinguished, and he did not say anything.
Looking at the sheepish prison guard, Joyner laughed.
In the prison, the prisoners who were watching the battle through the small holes on the door also laughed. They were teasing the Sirloin.
"Sirloin, aren't you always the most arrogant one? You are the one who scolds and beat the prisoners the most!"
"Yes, you just know how to bully some weak condemned prisoners. When you really meet ruthless people, you are a coward; you only dare to curse others across the cell."
"I mean, how could the prison door be so solid? It's used to protect 'Sirloin of the prison guards'!"
While the prisoner was taunting, the brisket turned purple with anger.
Feeling the fierce gaze of the war criminal Joyner, he leaned against the wall of the cell and slowly moved his feet out of the cell.
Seeing that Sirloin was about to leave, 'war criminal Joyner' suddenly rolled his eyes and laughed happily. He kicked the shit bucket under his buttock unexpectedly.
The shit bucket was kicked up from the ground of the cell and flew straight to the Sirloin.
It was Joyner's poo.
Sirloin didn't dodge. With a bang, it was smashed into the chest by the shit bucket. The yellow liquid dripped down his soldier's clothes.
Suddenly, a stink of shit pervaded his chest.
Sirloin jumped up in anger, turned around, and rushed out of the cell. When he came back, he took two iron barrels that had just fed the prisoners, and angrily threw the remaining liquid food in them far away to Joyner. "You bastard..."
Joyner was splashed with leftovers.
However, he laughed more happily and brightly. "Ha-ha, you bastard from the Saxon kingdom. I'm wearing pig food, but you're wearing my shit. It's worth it!"
The whole prison was about to be overturned by the happy laughter of the condemned prisoners.
"A lackey of the Saxon Six."
"These guards who can't even deal with the shit well, losers."
"Take your grandparents' steaming hot shit and roll,"