And all this time, he smiled. Out there. Free. Living the life that should have been mine.
He took her, too. My fiancée. The woman I was ready to marry. She believed his lies. She left me. He got her pregnant. Now they live like a happy little family.
I'm not the same man anymore.
Inside these walls, I learned something. Love is weakness. Trust is poison. And mercy is a lie.
Now, I only want one thing.
Payback.
At first, I begged them not to take me.
I was on my knees, shaking, crying like a fool. I told them I didn't do it. I told them I needed her. That my fiancée would explain everything. That there was a mistake.
But she never came.
She didn't visit. She didn't speak. She didn't defend me. She left me to rot.
They threw me into this prison like trash. I was nothing but another name on the list. Just another man in chains. Weak. Alone. Lost.
I remember the first night. The silence was heavy. My cell was cold. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I stared at the wall, trying to figure out how everything fell apart so fast.
Then came the beatings. The insultd. The laughter. The guards didn't care. The other prisoners were worse.
I was the fresh meat. The target. The broken man who used to be somebody.
They thought I wouldn't survive.
But pain teaches you things. Pain sharpens you. Breaks the soft parts of you and replaces them with something harder.
The man who cried on the floor? He died in here.
Now, they look at me differently. Those same prisoners who spit on me, who tried to break me, now step aside when I walk by.
They lower their eyes. They speak carefully. They don't touch me.
I earned their fear. I fought. I bled. I killed the part of me that begged for love,begged for mercy.
I don't need anyone anymore.
I'm stronger. Colder. Smarter. I built power inside these walls, in silence. While they slept, I was awake, planning. While they fought like animals, I learned how to control the game.
Now I don't just survive in here.
I rule it.
And when I get out - because I will get out - I'm not just going to take back what he stole from me.
I'm going to ruin him.
Piece by piece. Until he feels every second of the hell I've lived through. And more.
This place is no prison. It's a jungle.
Only the strongest survive. The rest get eaten alive.
It smells like sweat, blood, and filth. The walls are covered in dirt, scratched names, and dried stains that no one dares to clean. You can hear screams at night. Not from pain, but from pleasure mixed with terror. They say it's just how things are here.
Monsters live in this place. Real ones. Not the kind you see in movies.
These men are killers, rapists, drug lords, and lunatics. And they're proud of it. They laugh about what they've done. They wear their crimes like medals.
You see one cell, it looks just like the next. Four walls, a bunk, a toilet that barely works, and no privacy. But what's inside each cell? That's different. That's where the devils sleep.
They trade food for power. Flesh for protection. Some of them force their cellmates to submit. No one says a word. No one helps. It's the rule of this place. The weak are nothing. If you cry, you're meat.
I watched it happen. More than once.
He begged them to stop. They laughed.
He fought. They broke his arms.
That's the kind of prison this is.
The guards? They see everything, but they look away. As long as no one dies, they don't care. Sometimes they even help. Corrupt, lazy, and cruel.
At first, I hated being near these animals. I tried to stay quiet, stay out of sight.
But silence doesn't protect you here. Fear is weakness, and weakness is an open wound.
So I learned fast. I watched. I studied every corner, every inmate, every game they played. I figured out who ruled each block, who was hungry for power, and who would sell their soul just to survive one more day.
Now, they don't touch me. Now, they don't even speak unless I say so.
Because in this place, respect is earned through violence. Fear is louder than words.
And I gave them something to fear.
Now I'm more excited than usual.
I count the dayys, not because I'm waiting to get out.
I count them because every second inside here fuels what I'm about to do when I'm free.
He ruined me.
He took my company, the one we built together.
He took my name, dragged it in the dirt, made sure everyone turned their backs on me.
He took my woman, the only person I thought would wait for me.
He lied, and the world believed him.
And now? He walks like a king. Loved. Respected. Untouched.
But I know the truth. And I remember everything.
He thinks I'm rotting in this cell. He thinks the walls will break me. He doesn't know the walls built me into something he's never faced before.
I will make him pay.
I will destroy everything he loves. I wil make him beg for mercy, the way I begged them not to take me away.
I will take everything he owns. His pride, his power, his peace.
This isn't just revenge. This is justice.
My Very kind of justice.
I've already started. One piece at a time. Quiet. Careful.
Let him enjoy his perfect little life for now.
Let him think I'm just a ghost locked behind bars.
Because when I walk out of this place,
I won't be the man he once knew.
I'll be the nightmare he never saw coming.
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