Chapter EightA couple of days later
Buzzzzz!
The gate of the prison alerted before sliding back, granting another convict his freedom. Wicked walked out of captivity, narrowing his eyelids and grimacing as he stared up into the sky. The sun was shining its brightest that day and he thought it was the most beautiful sight in the world. It was funny to him how the smallest things in life became that much more important when they were denied. Things like coming and going as he pleased, eating what he wanted day to day, showering when he wanted, a cozy bed, fresh air, p***y. The most common things in life became more precious than gold when someone was locked up. And he didn’t realize how much they meant to him until they were taken away.
Wicked slipped on a pair of black sunglasses and too
