Breathing hard, nostrils flaring, Marquan looked between the two men he’d laid out. At that moment, two correctional officers rushed his cell. Before he could say or do anything, one of them sprayed him in the face with mace. He hollered and grabbed his face, staggering backwards. The correctional officers threw him to the floor and restrained him. He lay with the side of his face pressed against the cold floor. His eyelids narrowed into slits as he tried to keep the mace from burning his eyes any further.
“Get off me, get the f**k off me, you mothafuckaz!” Marquan hollered out over and over again, spit jumping off his lips and clinging to the floor.
Outside of his cell he could hear the prison in an uproar having seen some of his brawl with the two Mexican assassins.
Unbeknownst to Mar
