In the large office, the candles are dimmed. The décor is lavish, with scarlet gold-rimmed blankets on the walls, taxidermy deerheads next to them, and then tall bookshelves.

By the window was an oak desk, more than three meters wide and thick, heavy. At the rear are six tall arched iron windows. Outside the window, there is a lot of wind and rain, and every time there is a flash of thunder and lightning, a bloated mountain of flesh will be revealed.

The belly is round like a leather ball, the whole head is like a triangle, a small tuft of hair is on top, and a smaller military hat is worn, and the gold badge is the only bright spot.

Due to excessive obesity, his eyes are narrowed in an arc, his wide and fat chin falls on his chest, and his neck is completely invisible, plus two curly mustaches like playing cards, and a mouth that is thick and big like a sausage, which is indescribably funny and ugly. At this time, the corners of his mouth turned upward, and his squinted eyes were greatly bent, adding another obscenity.

This ugly middle-aged man is none other than the warden of this prison.

Harry House, Viscount of Strength, Lord-level powerhouse.

At the moment he was rubbing his hands together, as if he was waiting for something. The thick and fat fingers are wearing large colorful rings, which shimmer every time the thunder flashes. Each ring is a top-level psionic energy activator, fully functional, and it is an artifact that saves lives and kills.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

A light and discreet knock sounded at the door, followed by a muddy voice.

"My lord, today's new prisoner."

"Come in."

The warden raised his hand slightly, and the lights in the room lit up.

The door opened, the female prisoner was brought in, and the fat female prison guard saluted and left. With the sound of the wooden door closing, the office fell silent.

Out of the corner of the woman's eye, she scanned the room, where there were several oil paintings hanging on the walls, and the contents of them made her uncomfortable. It's all a hellish scene, demons tormenting women, and despair and pain fill the picture.

"Lost Lamb, the true God will guide you to your lost path back to the embrace of truth, goodness and beauty."

After a few seconds of silence, the warden spoke.

Fuck your god! The woman was very disdainful, but she didn't dare to say it.

"Female prisoner......" The warden stared at the woman with a hairy gaze, "You only need to remember one thing, here, I, Warden Harry House, am the only true God. ”

The coercion of the upper powerhouse permeated out, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed a little, and the woman's heart tightened

, feeling suffocated, nodded dumbfounded.

"Alright, you can go back."

The woman left the warden's office like a walking corpse. As soon as the door closed, the coercion disappeared and the woman regained consciousness.

Recalling the warden's ugly face and size, and then remembering the warden's hints, she couldn't help but get goosebumps on her body, and she couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit. She knew what "respect" meant, but what was it, it was a pig, and she would rather die by a pig......

A few minutes later, through a long, heavily guarded passageway, Stephanie was taken to a dining room.

"Go get something to eat first, and someone will take you to the place where you sleep." The fat woman threw down a sentence and left.

The dining room was full of people, all female prisoners in gray prison clothes. The food was buffet-style, and Stephanie took some to eat and sat down somewhere less crowded.

"Hey, new kid."

Soon after she sat down, a tall woman with a flat head came over with a plate and sat down beside her with a big grin. There were also several female prisoners who came with them, with raised eyebrows and sharp eyes, and at a glance they knew that they were not good people.

"Looks good." The flat-headed woman glanced at Stephanie a few times, put some familiar hands on her shoulders, and said a little jokingly, "But, being pretty isn't a good thing with us, unless you think that fat pig can make you orgasm......"

At this, the flat-headed woman laughed, and several other women followed suit.

"Take care of your paws!" Stephanie unceremoniously shook off the other's hand and warned, "If you don't want to see it on the plate." ”

"Ouch, it's still a wild cat that only bites." The flat-headed woman pretended to be afraid.

"I'm not just going to bite......" Stephanie leaned back and gave the other a meaningful look, "like breaking you up and shoving your head in your ass." ”

"Hahaha!" Several women let out mocking laughs.

"Don't believe me?" Stephanie's eyes were staring, murderous.

"Relax, girl." The flat-headed woman said, "None of them are normal to sit here. Then she casually pointed to a woman, "Xuemi, how did you get in." ”

"The neighbor's dog was always noisy, so I sent it and its owner to hell." The woman picked her nails and said in a casual tone.

"Miss Xuan, what about you."

"On the anniversary of my relationship, my boyfriend actually gave me roses, oh my God, didn't he know I had a pollen allergy? Such a stupid man, living is a waste of resources, so I gave him a ride. ”

"What about you?" The flat-headed woman asked the third. This one looked like he was still a student, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"One morning, my dad came to wake me up, maybe a little angry, and put a knife under his pillow. I couldn't help it, so I cut off his head. I felt very frustrated, but it wasn't my fault, I really didn't mean to, they wronged me......" The girl spoke a little neuroticly, and then turned into self-talk.

"Look, you're not the only madman who can kill." The flat-headed woman said.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, but she didn't reject the other person anymore, and she was a friend.

"You just came out of the warden's office?" The flat-headed woman suddenly leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Huh?"

"A little advice for you...... the flat-headed woman's voice lowered, "don't promise that fat pig any deals, ......" she looked at a woman at a few tables, "she's the end." ”

Looking at the flat-headed woman, it was a beautiful woman, but her eyes were glazed, and she ate one bite at a time, like a walking corpse.

"She, what did she go through......" Stephanie shuddered, her voice trembling slightly, recalling the oil painting in her office.

"That fat pig has some little hobbies, and made some small props for his little hobbies, and a few old guys with the same smell, in short, don't promise him anything, or you'll be like the one over there, waking up from nightmares every night."

"Is she the only one?" Stephanie asked, pale.

"No, she's just one of them."

"Isn't there anyone in charge?" Stephanie asked.

"No, here he is God." The flat-headed woman said hatefully, and then seemed to remember something, and became silent.

For a while, everyone stopped talking, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive, but at this moment, there was a commotion outside.

Following the prestige, a woman in a black uniform drove straight in, her boots hitting the ground for a second, and the prison guards retreated left and right, seemingly very jealous of the other party's identity.