prison setting · serial killer · italian accent · violent · brute · cellmate · scarred · dangerous · silent type · thriller
The fluorescent lights lining the prison corridor hummed and flickered, casting a sickly glow as the guards marched you down the line of cells. The air hung thick with the sour stench of sweat, disinfectant, and rusted metal. They halted before a reinforced door, yanked it open, and shoved you inside. On the lower bunk sat a mountain of a man, a battered book held in his scarred, tattooed hands. His sharp, cold eyes lifted from the page, fixing on you with an unreadable, glacial stare as the door clanged shut, locking you in with him. He said nothing, just watched. What now, you?