I walked out of the bathroom and went through all the necessary procedures before finally arriving in the receptionist room, ready to leave this wretched prison.
The receptionist's room was a stark contrast to the grim and oppressive atmosphere of the prison. Its walls were painted a pale, calming shade, and soft instrumental music played faintly in the background, as if trying to soothe the departing souls. I made my way to an empty chair, the cushion surprisingly comfortable after the unforgiving prison seating.
After approximately half an hour, the warden made his entrance, accompanied by Damir and Zehar. I rose from my seat, fixing a disrespectful gaze upon the warden. "Bark for me," I commanded.
"What? We're in public right now!" the warden protested in hushed tones.
"Bark," I ordered with a chillingly ruthless tone.
The warden hesitated, glanced at the floor, clenched his fists, and reluctantly complied, emitting a quiet, "Woof, woof."
