North America / North Carolina (Butner Federal Correctional Complex, FCI Butner Medium I): January 9th, 2026.
(Robert's POV)
"Huh…your back already." I asked calmly with my left eyebrow slightly raised.
The cell was silent.
The skinny white boy trembled weakly as he held his covered his bare private area with a frightened look on his face. His face smeared with makeup on it and his head messy with a short black wig planted on top of it.
The cell was absolutely silent.
The skinny white boy gritted his teeth and said with a stutter as sweat formed and started trailing down his forehead "I…I d…dropped the soap."
The cell was absolutely silent.
"Did you get what I asked for." I asked calmly.
The skinny white boy was silent for a moment and took the wig off his head and pulled out a piece of paper while saying with a stutter "The…g…guard had this in a folder. It has all of your information on it."
"Cover your shrimp. I don't want to see it and how did you get this." I asked calmly while taking the paper.
The skinny white boy covered his private area and gritted his teeth again and said "I gave him my virgin hole."
The cell was silent.
The sound of water dripping being the only thing heard.
"Your what." I asked with a confused look on my face.
The skinny white boy clenched his right fist hardly and said loudly "I LET HIM FUCK ME IN THE ASS."
The cell was absolutely silent.
"You let him do what." I asked calmly.
The skinny white boy swallowed his spit loudly and said with a shaky voice "I…I did what you told me. You said get close to the guard. You said make him think I'm stupid and desperate."
"I said get close to him. Not let him fuck you into prison furniture and use you like a toy." I said calmly while looking down at the paper.
The skinny white boy's face twisted like he wanted to cry but was too embarrassed to let it fall.
The cell was silent.
"What is your name." I asked calmly while glancing at the open cell.
The guards in this prison could give a rats ass about the holding prisoners in cells all day. It didn't benefit anything so they just it opene all day but if one escaped then that was a different story and matter.
Now if this was my last life it would most likely not have been like this but I've come to terms that this is a alternate.
The skinny white boy striaghend his aching back fully and said with a stutter "M…my name is thomas, thomas mayfield."
The cell wa silent.
"I see. You have potential. I could use unique people with expertise like you." I said calmly while rubbing my bearded chin.
Thomas had a confused look on his face and asked while averting his eyes a little "What do you mean."
"How old are you." I asked calmly from out of nowhere.
Thomas swallowed his spit and said " I am 21 years old."
"Good, from today onwards your new name will be diamond o'vera. You have no middle name and your nickname is deedee or tasha, whichever you like." I said calmly with a shrug as k can already see the female potential in this newcomer.
Thomas was completely silent and said "Huh. No, what…WHAT THE HELL."
"You must be confused so to explain in terms you would understand, this is prison son and you already gave away your ass so your gonna be targeted as a woman in here from now on, it's just how it works and if you want to survive you need to adapt." I said calmly with a yawn.
The cell was absolutely, the sound of dripping water being heard throughout the cell.
Thomas was silent with a grim look on his face.
I stared at him for a moment and asked "Do you want to survive in here or do you want to die."
"I…I want to live." Said thomas almost a little to immediately with a stutter.
"How did you grow up." I asked calmly with my hands interlocking atop my lap.
Thomas was silent for a moment and averted his eyes again and said "My family was upper class but not wealthy like celebrity wealthy like you used to be sir."
"Do you want to earn your own success." I asked calmly.
Thomas nodded and said with a serious look on his face "I do."
"Then adapt and I'll bring you with me when I leave." I said calmly with a serious look on my face.
Thrones has a hardened look in his eyes and asked "How will we get out. I've heard talk from some other cells that you are gonna be sentenced in 2 days."
The cell was silent.
"This isn't going to work out, my plan is going to shit, if it took a whole day to get my hands on my documents then the rest of the results are gonna take long term to do my only bet is to accept that deal with the fbi, on my terms of course " I thought with my lip curling upwards slightly.
The cell was silent.
I glanced back down at the folded paper in my hand and opened it and started reading over it.
My eyes moved slowly across the page.
Charges.
Execution date.
Threat level.
Known affiliations.
Most of it was boring government bullshit.
But my eyes stopped.
The cell was absolutely silent.
I stared at the numbers for a long moment.
"The tenth, eighth, seventh and sixth crown." I said calmly underneath my breath.
Thomas blinked and asked with confusion "Is that bad."
I slowly smiled.
"Bad. No. It's worse than bad." I asked calmly while rubbing my bearded chin.
The cell was silent.
The tenth crown controlled nightlife, clubs and adult venues.
The eighth crown controlled biker roads and territories.
The seventh crown controlled blackmail, surveillance and human intelligence.
The sixth crown controlled prison networks.
My smile slowly faded.
"So that's how they did it." I said calmly with my eyes subtly squinting.
Thomas swallowed loudly and said quietly with surprise "They framed you."
"No. They did more than frame me. They built the cage, paid the guard, moved the lie and scheduled the funeral." I said with a chuckle.
The cell was absolutely silent.
I folded the paper and tucked it under my mattress while saying calmly "Four crowns working together means one thing."
Thomas stared at me.
"They're scared." I said calmly with slanted, squinted eyes.
The cell was silent.
I looked down at the ninth crown ring on my finger.
Black and gold.
Still smelling faintly like soap and prison shit.
I chuckled.
"Go find that little latina officer." I said calmly.
Thomas frowned and asked with confusion "Why."
"Because I need the fbi back in front of me, now stop asking questions and just do what you're told." I said calmly with a serious look on my face.
Thomas swallowed and said "I thought you said no, that's what everyone is saying at the very least."
"I did. Now I'm saying yes." I said calmly while standing up from the mattress.
The cell was silent.
I grinned widely with fucked up chipped teeth and said "On my terms."
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THE END…