His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1392 A Tyrant In Jail

Toppling over, Jim fell on the ground. It happened so fast that he lost control of his body in an instant.

He didn't even see who pushed him. The only thing he did was cry out miserably.

Panicking inside, he recalled what he learned about life behind bars. Newcomers were bullied as soon

as they arrived. He was afraid he would suffer the same. Just thinking of the possible worst things that

might happen made him suffer mentally more than what he suffered physically.

He clenched and unclenched his palms to force himself to think quickly about his present situation. At

the same time, he reminded himself to act courageously. He wanted to scare them right away to leave

him alone once and for all. Otherwise, there would be darkness all around him. Then, he schooled his

face with the deadliest expression he could muster, got up, and faced his attacker. Dirty words were at

the tip of his tongue, ready to be lashed out, but he stopped himself as soon as he saw the face of the

man.

His expression softened, from fury to relaxed, because it was Joey, inside the cell with him.

Ever since Jim got into prison, he witnessed how Joey fought the other prisoners and bullied those who

were weak. He believed Joey had nothing to fear because he was one of the closest friends of the No.

1 tyrant in the facility, who could surely provide protection.

Whenever Joey threw his punches to someone, Jim just shrugged his shoulders and looked the other

way. He could still remember the first time when Joey beat up a fellow in front of him. Joey cast him a

glance. He interpreted it as 'Joey's look, ' wondering if he would report it to the guards or not. But what

he could do was turn his head to the opposite and walk away. He believed it was none of his business.

Now that he recalled it, he realized it was actually a testing from Joey, and he believed he gave him the

best answer he could give.

Perhaps, Joey saw him as a desperado who was always ready to give up his life. But he knew more. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

He knew which way the wind blew. Thus, they got along peacefully with each other as time passed by.

But right now, Jim could not think of anything why Joey attacked him. He racked his brain for anything,

but nothing. So, he decided not to act against Joey.

Unfortunately, his silence did not bring him any luck. Joey launched at him again. This time, he was

kicked right in his chest. He was thrown against the prison wall. There was too much pain. He couldn't

help but groan.

Slowly, he stood up straight, and took a deep breath. He couldn't control the pain anymore and asked,

"Joey, what is this all about? Did I offend you? Please, let me know. I promise I will never ever do it

again!"

The answer Joey gave him was just a snort followed by a disdainful smile. Then, Joey turned and

walked away, leaving him humiliated.

This was his first experience, his first humiliation. Before, it was always he who bullied others. If there

had been no one to back Joey up, he would have kicked and beaten him up.

Every dog had its day. And, Jim realized, that day was coming for him soon.

He leaned against the wall and groaned. As he pitied himself in his current state, he blamed Leila for

everything. He couldn't wait to put his hands on her throat. If she hadn't set him up, he would have

been living abroad with 10 million bucks. He would never have worked for the rest of his life. He would

have been driving the fanciest car and living in the most comfortable house. He could have bought

everything his heart desired. What was more, he could have been dating the prettiest ladies in town.

His miserable days would have ended, and he would have lived in peace with wealth.

But all of his dreams disappeared like bubbles because of that bitch. In his anger, he punched the wall,

imagining it as Leila. His eyes were full of anger, and his insides trembled. His fellow prisoners passing

by the cell shuddered in fear when they saw the coldness in his eyes and the blood on his knuckles. He

looked like the devil incarnate.

He thought that what happened between Joey and him was a one-time thing only, but he was greatly

mistaken. It was just the beginning.

The following morning, he was woken up by a terrible pain in his head.

Opening his eyes widely, he saw a fist punching him. Very surprised, he wasn't able to move away. He

received several punches nonstop. In between the punches, he saw it was Joey. AGAIN!

"Stop! Joey, please stop!"

He curled himself into a ball, protecting his head with his hands. His mind was blank as a paper. He

had no idea why things turned out like that.

Ignoring the plead, Joey continued punching him until his fist hurt and bled. He stopped and motioned

for another prisoner to step forward and take over for him.

"You! Come forward! Punch this son of a bitch for me! I don't want to see you holding back. If you show

mercy, you'll be next! Remember, I am watching!" Joey commanded. Without looking at Joey, the

prisoner repeatedly nodded at his instructions. He approached Jim steadily and started punching him in

his stomach.

In the beginning, he didn't punch with all his strength. He remembered that he used to be one of the

bullied boys for quite some time. But now, he realized, he was the one hurting other people. And, he

didn't like it. However, Joey caught him right away.

"I said no holding back! Are you deaf? Man up! Start doing the job correctly, or else, you will see your

bloody body lying right next to him!"

Joey shouted at the top of his lungs. To mean what he said, he showed him his fist.

Threatened by Joey, the prisoner started punching harder. Totally getting into his brutal actions, the

prisoner gave his all.

It was only then that Jim realized Joey's real intention. What happened the day before was not an

accident. JOEY WAS IN FOR THE KILL! Jim looked around trying to find some help. But, just like him

before, the other prisoners looked at the opposite direction. For them, what was happening to Jim was

just a daily routine. No one dared to take a step forward to defend Jim and to offend Joey. In short, they

did not interfere to avoid getting into troubles themselves.

Jim was totally in despair now. In the beginning, he tried to fight back hoping that the prisoner would be

discouraged to continue. But, it only made the situation go from bad to worse. Soon, he gave up and

lay motionless like a dead man. Still, they didn't work. Instead, the punches kept coming like raindrops.

On the opposite bed sat Joey, watching Jim with interest. No screaming, no cursing...Nothing was

heard from Jim while the others used him as a punching bag. He was so unlike the other prisoners who

got terrified even just for hearing someone scream.

One by one, the prisoners joined in punching Jim just to please Joey. They were hoping that he would

leave them alone in the future. Not long after, Jim was black and blue all over. He almost lost

consciousness. He looked like a dying dog on the floor. Only his weak breathing proved that he was

still alive.

Clearing his throat, Joey instructed them to stop. He knew the right day was coming for Jim. Thus, he

called it a day. The next moment, the cell was filled with Joey's snores.

Crawling, Jim moved towards the entrance. He felt his bones broken, as if he was run over by a car. He

couldn't feel any part of himself. Even breathing was painful and it was killing him.

Closing his eyes in desperation, he felt his tears running down his cheeks. If he had just known that

Joey would do this to him, he would have killed him on their first meeting. Joey was like a rabid dog.

But the question was: why did he make his life so difficult?

When he managed to open his eyes again, he didn't know what time it was. His eyes reflected hatred.

He cursed both Leila and Joey to go to hell. He groaned and shut his eyes again. He dreamed that,

one day, he would make them suffer a thousand times more than his suffering.

But first, he needed to get out of there. He would pay any price just to be free. And, he would hunt Leila

down. He would torture her day and night! He would make sure that she would go through all his

sufferings. THREE THOUSAND TIMES MORE!