When the two prison guards arrived at June's cell, they opened the iron door and allowed the light from outside to enter the room.
The detective stood against the back wall of her cell, gritting her teeth and raising her arms, ready to fight back against the perverse guards.
One of the men was holding a baton, gently slamming it against his palm in a threatening way. The other man had a rope, which he kept stretching as if he was showcasing its durability.
"Now, detective… You don't want to fight us," a guard said.
"Stay the fuck back!" June shouted, a vein popping out of her neck.
The perverted and evil smiles that the men had were the only thing that June could clearly see in that dark room, and as the two guards slowly approached her, she closed her eyes, full of regret.
*boom… boom… BOOM!* The rumbling sounds of explosions could be heard inside the cell, alerting June and the two guards.
"What was that?" A guard asked.
