Data Wasteland

In the large office, the candlelight was dim. The decoration is very luxurious, with scarlet gold-rimmed blankets hanging on the wall, a specimen of deer head next to it, and a tall bookshelf.

Near the window is an oak desk, more than three meters wide, thick and heavy. At the back are six tall arched iron windows. Outside the window, wind and rain were raging, and whenever thunder and lightning flashed by, a pile of bloated meat hills would be revealed.

The belly is round like a ball, and the whole head is like a triangle, with a handful of hair on, and a smaller military cap. The golden badge is the only bright spot.

Due to obesity, the eyes narrowed into an arc, the wide and fat chin fell on the chest, and the neck was completely invisible, plus two curly beards that looked like old cards of playing cards, and thick and big sausage-like mouths. Unspeakable funny and ugly. At this time, the corners of his mouth were tilted upwards, and his squinted eyes were greatly bent, adding a sense of wretchedness.

This ugly middle-aged man is the warden of this prison.

Harry House, a powerful Viscount, a lord-level powerhouse.

He was rubbing his hands at the moment, as if waiting for something. Large and fat fingers wear large colorful rings, and when the thunder light flashes, they shone brightly. Each ring is a top-level psychic stimulator, with complete functions, and is a life-saving and killing artifact.

"Tuk Tuk..."

There was a light and cautious knock on the door, followed by a muddy voice.

"My lord, today's new prisoner."

"Come in."

The warden gently raised his hand, and the lights in the room turned on.

The door opened, the female prisoner was brought in, and the fat female prison guard saluted and left. With the sound of the wooden door closing, silence fell in the office.

The corner of the woman's eyes scanned the room, and there were several oil paintings hanging on the wall, the contents of which made her very uncomfortable. It's all a scene of hell, demons torment women, despair and pain flood the picture.

"Lost lost lamb, the true God will guide you the way of knowing when you are lost, and return to the embrace of truth, goodness and beauty."

After a few seconds of silence, the warden said.

Fuck the true **** of your mother! The woman was very disdainful, but did not dare to speak out.

"Female prisoner..." The warden stared at the woman with a hairy gaze. "You only need to remember one thing. Here, I, Warden Harry House, is the only true god."

The coercion of the superior power spread out, the light in the room suddenly dimmed a bit, and the woman's heart tightened.

, Feeling suffocated, nodded blankly.

"Okay, you can go back."

The woman left the warden's office like a walking corpse. The door closed, the coercion disappeared, and the woman regained consciousness.

Thinking back to the warden's ugly face and body shape, and then thinking of the prison officer's hint, she couldn't help but feel a layer of goose bumps, and she couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit. She knows what "respect" means, but what it is, it's a pig, she would rather die...

A few minutes later, through the long guarded passage, Stephanie was taken to a restaurant.

"Go get something to eat first, and then someone will take you to sleep." The fat woman dropped a word and left.

People in the dining room came and went, all female prisoners in gray prison clothes. The food was buffet style. Stephanie took some food and found a place with few people to sit down.

"Hi, new here."

Not long after sitting down, a tall woman with a flat head came over with a dinner plate and sat down beside her carelessly. There were also several female criminals who came with them, with raised eyebrows and sharp eyes, and they knew they were not kind at first glance.

"It looks good." The flat-headed woman glanced at Stephanie, put her on her shoulders somewhat familiarly, and said jokingly, "But, beauty is not a good thing with us, unless you think that head is fat. Pigs can make you orgasm..."

Having said that, the flat-headed woman laughed, and several other women also laughed.

"Take care of your paw!" Stephanie shook off the opponent's hand unceremoniously and warned, "If you don't want to see it on the plate."

"Oh, it's still a wild cat that only bites people." The flat-headed woman pretended to be scared.

"I don't just bite people..." Stephanie leaned back and gave each other a meaningful look. "For example, take you off and then put your head in your ass."

"Hahaha!" Several women laughed mockingly.

"Don't believe it?" Stephanie's gaze narrowed, murderously awe-inspiring.

"Relax, girl." The flat-headed woman said, "No one who can sit here is normal." Then she pointed to a woman casually, "Xue Mi, how did you come in."

"The neighbor's dog is always very noisy, so I sent it and its owner to hell." The woman picked her nails and said casually.

"Miss Xuan, how about you."

"On the anniversary of love, my boyfriend actually gave me roses. Oh my god, doesn't he know that I have pollen allergies? Such a stupid man is a waste of resources to live, so I gave him a ride."

"How about you?" the flat-headed woman asked the third. This looks like a student, only fifteen or six years old.

"One morning, my dad came to wake me up. He might get upset and put a knife under the pillow. I couldn't help but cut off his head. I felt very depressed, but it wasn't my fault. , I really didn't mean it, they wronged me..." The girl talked a little nervously, and later turned into self-talking.

"Look, you are not the only lunatic who can kill," said the flat-headed woman.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, but didn't repel the other person anymore, and made a friend.

"You just came out of the warden's office?" The flat-headed woman suddenly leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"Give you a small suggestion..." The flat-headed woman's voice was lowered, "Don't promise any deal with that fat pig, here..." She looked at a woman outside a few tables, "She is the end."

Following the gaze of the flat-headed woman, it was a beautiful-looking woman, but her gaze was dull, eating bite by bite, like a walking dead.

"She, what did she go through..." Recalling the oil painting in the office, Stephanie shuddered, her voice trembling slightly.

"That fat pig has some little hobbies. He made some props for his little hobbies. There are also a few old guys with similar smells. In short, don't promise him anything, otherwise you will be like the one over there every night. Was awakened by a nightmare."

"Is she the only one?" Stephanie asked with a pale face.

"No, she is just one of them."

"Can no one take care of it?" Stephanie asked.

"No, here, he is a god." The flat-headed woman said bitterly, and then she seemed to think of something and became silent.

For a while, everyone stopped talking, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing, but at this moment, there was a commotion outside.

Following the prestige, a woman in a black uniform drove straight in, hitting the ground with her boots, and the prison guards retreated from left and right, seemingly afraid of the other party's identity.