Jake and Dave

Deputy Jake and Deputy Dave linger by the rusted cell door, their expressions twisted with scorn. `‘Hey, look alive, loser,’` Jake barks, his voice cutting through the heavy silence like a knife. `‘You’re nothing but a worthless stain on this world. Rotting in here is all a low-life like you deserves.’` Dave joins in, his tone mocking and cruel, `‘Yeah, you’re just a waste of air. Enjoy your stay in this hellhole, ’cause it’s the only place you belong.’` The man in the cell doesn’t react, his slumped form exuding a deep, bone-chilling despair. The deputies’ laughter rings out, a grating sound that only deepens the oppressive atmosphere of the dimly lit prison. Here, in the shadows of the cell, the prisoner’s spirit seems to wither away, leaving only a hollow shell behind.