The Desire of the Cold Militant
Bill Rowland's
Prison xxxxxxx
French
In a narrow and stuffy prison room covered in a dark and gloomy atmosphere, one can see the footsteps of someone walking slowly towards the end of the iron bars.
The figure stepped with a definite movement towards his front accompanied by a female guard officer and a male guard officer.
The male officer was seen glancing at the female officer, he raised the tip of his lips for some time then they stared at the figure standing before them and continued to follow in his footsteps.
"How far?"
The figure asked as he let out his raucous voice, the faint face of the woman was seen behind the stingy light of dim lights along the prison hallway.
Whether what expression is highlighted by the face is quite difficult to understand, Instead of caring about the woman's facial expression, the two officers look back at each other, glancing at each other, it was as if giving a code of who should answer the woman's question.
"3 prison doors again"
The male warden spoke quickly and decisively, no matter who the interlocutor was, he simply answered as was appropriate to the ethics in the prison.
Sure enough, after passing 3 times the prison door, the woman arrived at a prison door on her left side, she could see Someone curled up on the edge of the bars, he said, let his body be covered by a thin cloth without a buffer on his head.
prison life is obviously so hard and difficult, not like a prison in Indonesia, the prison outside there does not display the delicious and comfortable side.
Therefore the number of crimes there can still be suppressed, once he has done evil and shackled in his prison then after being free they will think hard to return to commit a crime.
Even the class death penalty is so cruel, no one looks at your family, the law will still go as it should.
"Bill...?!"
Bill Rowland instantly opened his eyeballs with a quick movement as he heard the voice of someone calling his name.
"Who?"
The man asked while frowning.
Not even the woman could answer, the female warden suddenly said.
"talk in the available space, 10 minutes no more"
He asked the Woman to move in his footsteps, while the male warden immediately opened the prison door with a fairly rude movement, he said, inserting one of the keys between dozens of keys arranged around a series like a thick round bracelet.
The woman was eventually silent, moving in the steps of the warden towards one room, meanwhile, Bill Rowland slowly came out of the bars following the orders of the warden and resigned when his body was sometimes pushed with a very rough movement.
Bill Rowland was still wondering in his heart who came to him, Because he did not recognize his voice and had enough trouble seeing the real face that visited him given how dark his prison was at the moment.
He stepped towards the front, walking a little shuffled as his legs were injured for some time during his imprisonment.
For a moment Bill Rowland stared at a small room near the glass in front and the left and right sides, the man stepped inside and tried to stare at the figure sitting in front of the room as slowly.
At first he had not seen clearly the face, until finally the more he approached the figure he could only see the face carefully.
Instantly Bill Rowland rounded his eyeballs as he realized who was in front of him and tried to visit him at this time.
Not possible?!.
The man was immediately choked and he seemed to have difficulty swallowing his saliva.