The Prisoner, by Gordon Lawrie

He’d been warned.

He was punched repeatedly for what seemed like ages, but was probably only 15 minutes, then thrown into a pit to recover.

He was allowed just two hours’ respite. Then, he was beaten yet again, before being rammed into a metal straight-jacket and thrown into a cell with a reinforced glass window.

But the cell was warm. He could grow, strong enough to be a match for any warder. He heard footsteps – now was his chance – the cell door opened –

FREE!!!

He looked about and saw… the warder approaching with a knife.

“Yum… I love fresh bread…”

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