Derek’s POV
As I stood behind the cold, steel bars of my cell, I could feel the piercing gazes of the other inmates. It seemed like they took pleasure in tormenting me, their mocking laughter echoing through the prison walls. They would approach, their eyes filled with curiosity, and taunt me with questions about what had brought me here.
"Hey, new guy! What's your story?" one of them sneered, a malicious grin spread across his face.
I stared back at him, my hardened expression betraying none of the fear or vulnerability that they had expected. Ignoring his question, I let out a low growl, a warning that I was not to be trifled with.
The inmate's laughter faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Oh, we've got ourselves a tough one, huh?" he jeered, his tone dripp
