Preview #1

*Listen and read along Until Chapter 1, Then watch the video above*

The unconscious man did not respond.

Knight dialed 911 but hesitated before pressing the call button. “Wait, wait, wait. Let’s just think about this for a second.” Trembling, his thumb hovered over the green call button.

“If I press this button, I’m screwed. I’ll lose everything. I’ll be a criminal. I’ll ruin my perfect record! What if you end up suing me? You’ve got nothing to lose, and I’ve got everything to lose! I’m young with my whole life ahead of me, and you’re old, you had yours already. This is not fair!”

Standing there panting, Cillian Knight glimpsed a future filled with paranoia, guilt, and shame if he abandoned the man. Could he really live with himself if he chose that path?

The question would never be answered, as he sealed his fate, and pressed call. 

Chapter 1: *Watch above now to laugh out loud

CLACK CLACK, CLACK CLACK. That’s the jarring sound I hear echoing through the section as all thirty-two cells open one after another. My new life revolves around this CLACK CLACK, CLACK CLACK all day, every day.

At any given moment, I will be in the middle of a card game or walking laps when I hear the CLACK CLACK, CLACK CLACK, of the cell doors popping loose from their locked open position. Next the copper in the section starts yelling RACK IN, RACK IN, RACK IN! This could mean any number of things is going on. Maybe a fight broke out anywhere in the jail, maybe someone tried to kill themselves, maybe we are getting raided randomly, maybe the copper in our section is just having a bad day and wants to flex the small amount of power they have in their life. And of course it could just be time for "food".

Preview #2

Preview 2:

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 I sit down with my tray and look at the supposed 'best breakfast' of the week. It looks just as miserable as any meal I’d seen thus far. I pick up a biscuit with my hand and as I take a bite, a large portion turns to crumbs falling on my lap, which I lazily brush off onto the floor.

      I glance around at the sleepy-eyed inmates chowing down on their favorite meal when I notice a pair of icy blue eyes staring right at me. Surrounding the eyes is a pale face with inked lightning bolts and a shiny bald head. In a flash, lightning turns to thunder as the creature opens his mouth.

      “Do I look like a fucking maid? You think I’m your Mommie here to clean up after you?” He says mockingly.

      Everyone at the table is looking now and I can feel the cops and cameras zooming in on me. I think I hear my ancestors turning in their graves, and even God himself stops playing dice to look down. Everyone is waiting to see what I say.

But before I’m able to even finish the “o” of my answer, the demon starts talking again.

“That’s right, I’m not. So learn your fucking manners or I’ll learn them into you. Got it?”

      He does not wait for my response, just turns to his food and takes a bite. I’m still frozen, looking at him, and notice when he takes a bite, not a single crumb falls outside of his tray. I grab my spoon and grip it hard trying not to show how bad my hand is shaking. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my celly’s head shaking back and forth slightly.

      I can hear him thinking, “This kid has a lot to learn.”