Yesterday, I completed my move to Alban prison and spent my first night in the room designated for me. The bed was quite uncomfortable, being made only of straw, and I woke up with aching muscles all over my body.
I wished I had brought along some sheets from the mansion, but I realized there was no use dwelling on the past.
The breakfast served at the prison was also quite sparse, and the bread was so hard that it was difficult to chew. Nevertheless, I was grateful for it as it was better than facing the fear of hunger.
After finishing the hard bread and washing it down with milk, Event spoke up.
“When you finish eating, we’ll go together. Another batch of newcomers is being sent today, and I’ll show you how to receive them.”
“Newcomers? You mean prisoners?”
“What else would it be? Oh, and leave your sword in your room. We use batons here.”
It seems that it is strictly forbidden to bring sharp weapons into the prison.
“If you use a sword, they’ll end up dead, right? However, with a baton, you can hit someone repeatedly. Although, even with a baton, people occasionally end up dead,” Event said, which I found to be an unfunny joke, but he seemed serious.
The main gate opened, and a black carriage pulled in. People referred to this carriage as the “Black Saint.”
Although its maximum capacity is twelve people, more than fourteen are always crammed inside, including men and women who have committed minor offenses by getting drunk and causing trouble as well as serious criminals such as murderers.
“There are 16 prisoners in today’s escort. We’re lucky it’s not more. Carse East, John South, Ethan West, Linda North!”
As each prisoner was called by name, they were handed over while handcuffed.
“Alright, everyone follow me. Don’t drag your feet!” Event commanded.
Four guards and four servants were receiving the prisoners.
This number of people was required to handle the receiving process for one Black Saint carriage.
In the hallway beyond the entrance, the prisoners were divided into groups of men and women.
“Men go to the right, women to the left,” the guards commanded.
Ten men proceeded to the right aisle, while six women went to the left aisle.
“We’re going this way,” Event said with a smirk as he followed behind the women’s group.
“These ones aren’t that bad today…” Event commented with a lecherous grin as he looked over the women’s backs.
“What crimes did they commit to end up here?” I asked.
Event passed me the file without saying a word in response to my question. The handwriting was messy, but I could decipher it.
First, their ages: they ranged from 18 to 51, with no apparent pattern. As for their crimes, two were charged with disorderly conduct (getting drunk and causing a scene), one had committed domestic violence, and the rest had stolen something. Surprisingly, two of them were also charged with robbery.
One of the robbers, Melissa Boone, turned around, and our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat, but I don’t think it showed on my face. Melissa gave me a provocative look, grinned, and opened her mouth wide, making the gesture of sucking something.
Event saw this and laughed heartily.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“It’s an invitation. Wolf is a good-looking guy, so you’ll definitely get some service,” he replied.
“Service? What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“Even in prison, people need money. Any decent-looking woman here will do it. It’s much cheaper than having s*x outside. Well, if we feel like it, we can do it for free as much as we want, but if we pay, they’ll do anything we want. We can pay with money, or even with booze or cigarettes,” he explained.
The discipline in this place seems to be terribly chaotic. I felt a sense of gloom, but I had to think that it was none of my business.
“Is it okay to do such things here?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it. Everyone’s doing it,”
Violence, bribery, and prostitution—these are all normal things here.
“We can’t survive as low-ranking officials without bribes. Even the higher-ups understand that and turn a blind eye to it. This is our legitimate reward,” he said.
A monthly income of 21,000 gil would barely be enough for a single person to live on. For those with families, it’s impossible to make ends meet.
“Just so you know, if It’s just mouth, the market price is 200 gil,” Event said, but I couldn’t bring myself to consider it.
As I walked down the corridor, I saw rows of baskets and a guard waiting at the end. On the right-hand side of the aisle, there was a short flight of stairs that led to a small bathtub three steps down.
“Everyone needs to undress here and take a bath,” the guard ordered.
Several women nonchalantly took off their clothes in front of us as if it was something they were used to. These were repeat offenders who had been incarcerated here before.
The younger women, who were newly incarcerated and apprehensive at first, eventually took off their clothes at the urging of the guards.
The guards watched their every move without flinching.
It was all part of their job….I guess.
“Everyone’s undressed now. You can use the bath,” the guard said.
Although it was called a bath, there was hardly any hot water, and it seemed more like a cold-water bath.
While the women were in the bath, Event was speaking to another officer.
“Hey, Matthew, how’s it going?”
“Same old crap. By the way, what are you doing here?”
“I’m a training instructor today. This guy is my new colleague, Wolf.”
I was introduced to and exchanged greetings with a prison guard named Matthew.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Right. The guards need to work closely together here to get things done. So, please observe and learn the job well.”
While Matthew and I were talking, Event was licking his lips while looking towards the bath area. Then, after checking some files, he spoke again.
“I need to teach Wolf the inspection methods. Can we handle Emily Poker’s (29) inspection, number 786?”
Emily Poker was one of the new six prisoners here. She had a relatively cute face (compared to the others) and a large chest.
“Fine, I guess. You owe me a drink next time, though,” Matthew replied, not looking particularly amused.
Within five minutes, the female prisoners were ordered to get out of the bath. The guards approached them and forcibly ripped away the towels covering their breasts and genitals.
While the inmates were bathing, the baskets containing their clothes had been moved somewhere by the subordinates.
Emily Poker’s towel was torn off by Event.
“Stay still where you are,” Event ordered in a stern tone.
“We need to inspect the prisoners to ensure that they aren’t carrying any illegal items. Do it with me and learn the process.”
“Got it.”
Emily Poker had a pale face and looked scared as she stared straight ahead.
The flames of desire were smoldering within me as well, and I couldn’t deny it. However, when it came to actually doing the work, it was something I didn’t want to do.
Watching the violation of human dignity was painful to witness.
“Spread your legs and stand,” Event’s low voice echoed louder than usual.
Emily trembled in fear, but she did not spread her legs.
“Number 786, spread your legs quickly. Don’t waste our time,” Event kicked Emily’s feet with his dirty boots, and finally, she spread her legs slowly.
“Show your armpits.”
Emily seemed to have given up resisting and obediently followed the command, moving slowly. She was made to show the soles of her feet and spun around in place, then she was made to kneel down.
“Wolf, come here. We’re going to check her hair now.”
It is said that female prisoners with long hair often sneak illegal items into the prison by hiding them in their hair.
Following orders, I searched through Emily’s hair with my fingers, looking for any suspicious objects. Despite having just taken a bath, lice and other bugs fell from her hair as I worked.
Feeling bad for making a disgusted face, I decided to remain expressionless and professional during the search. Meanwhile, Event was leering at her, fondling her large chest, and enjoying himself while observing her reactions. He seemed to take pleasure in performing lewd acts and savoring the other person’s discomfort.
It’s often surprising how accurate first impressions can be. In my case, when I first laid eyes on Event, I didn’t like him at all.
“Hey, why don’t you try fondling them too? They’re pretty nice breasts,” Event said.
I looked around in surprise, but not a single guard paid any attention to me.
On the contrary, a few guards and servants were fondling the female prisoners for their own pleasure, as if it were an event.
I pretended not to hear him and concentrated on checking the girl’s hair.
“Get down on all fours next,” commanded Event.
Emily showed a momentary expression of shock, but she complied with his order.
“Let’s see…” A sight that was almost impossible to describe unfolded before my eyes.
“It’s a good thing it’s female prisoners today, but we have to do this to male prisoners too. It’s a tough business,” Event muttered as he divided the buttocks of Emily, or rather, prisoner number 786.
Perhaps it would be better for me to avoid calling the prisoners by name. If I called each of them by name, I feel like my mind would break.
“Alright, that’s enough. Stand up and put your clothes on.”
The prisoner’s uniform was gray with a thick, black arrow pattern running down the center. It was in the shape of a one-piece dress, very plain and simple.
In colder weather, they were given only one thick jacket to wear over it.
As prisoner number 786 finished putting on her uniform, with tears welling up in her eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me.
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