All the prisoners were inside the house.

Some were in the hall, some were standing on the sofa like it was a sinking ship, some hung from the railings like depressed bats, and some adjusted themselves in the stairs as if they were part of the interior design.

Basically, the house looked like a discount zoo that ran out of cages.

The back door was locked too, so yeah — no one was escaping this clown fiesta.

Sexis had placed candles everywhere, turning the darkness into something even creepier. The whole vibe screamed "Satanic Airbnb."

Everything was visible now, which meant it was time for us to talk before someone started licking the walls out of boredom.

Me, Erect, Sexis, and Ghost Jack were standing in the bathroom — the only place that didn't smell like someone's moral failure.

As their lord, I got personal space. The others got... trauma.

Erect and Sexis hadn't seen Jack yet. They'd only seen his dead body once, swinging from the chandelier like a sad Christmas ornament in Sexis' mom's house.

Anyway, it was time for some deep talk before reality realized we existed.

"Erect, tell me what happened after you died," I asked.

Erect wasted no time.

"I remember Malthus killing me for good but for some reason, I opened my eyes in the prison, and I believed it was only one day. But when I asked the prisoners around me, they all told me that I have been asleep for three months. I wasn't sure what to do after that, so I waited for you, my lord. Also, I had no idea that you were in the prison as well. Neither did I know about Sexis. So with nothing to do, I worried about my sister for all the time I stayed in the prison.

I only hoped you would come to my rescue as I had no power to escape my cell because that monster Jailer was constantly making his rounds, keeping an eye on everyone. He had also seen me but wasn't able to recognise me. Otherwise, if he had known that I am the one who fought against Malthus with your side, he would have surely sent me to Malthus. Thank you for saving me, my lord."

Erect bowed. I patted his shoulder like a proud dad who knows his kid's still dumb but means well.

"You did good. Supreme Man saved all three of us. Then he vanished like a hero who realized this plotline was too stupid to survive."

Erect smiled and nodded. Respect.

Then I turned to Sexis, standing on my left like a man who'd seen things the human eye shouldn't.

"Now, Sexis. Your turn. What did you go through?"

Sexis trembled. "I went through hell, Racis."

I frowned. "What happened? I'm guessing you also woke up in the prison. Did the prisoners…"

"Yes!" Sexis shouted like a man about to deliver a confession no one asked for.

My brows shot up. "Don't tell me… did the prisoners—"

We exchanged glances, both bracing for impact.

"Yes, Racis. The prisoners…"

I gulped.

And we both shouted:

"Raped you?"

"They did nothing to me at all!"

...

"What?" I blinked.

Sexis cried, "They did nothing to me at all!"

"…Isn't that a good thing?"

"What are you talking about, Racis?! It's a prison! Things are supposed to happen! I tried so hard to make them do things! I slept with my back facing them—perfectly angled! And yet, none of them came to me! None!"

He screamed like a man who failed an exam he cheated on.

"Not doing such a thing in prison is a CRIME!" Sexis roared. "They should be ashamed! You can't call yourself a prisoner if you can't even sexually harass correctly!"

My brows twitched so hard they almost filed for leave.

The prisoners stared at him like he was an unsolvable riddle.

Then, one prisoner raised his hand.

I pointed at him. "Yeah, go ahead, pervert number forty-two."

"Hero King," he said proudly, "My name is Diddier, and I used to oversee the molestation of prisoners in the first level."

Dude, why are you telling that like it's a recognised job? And I won't even start at your name.

"So?" I asked.

Diddier looked at Sexis with a face that screamed PTSD.

"When the Alien King arrived in the prison, he was in my cell. Asleep for three months. During that time, many prisoners tried to get a taste, but I stopped them. Told them it's not fun without the noises."

He said it so casually I wanted to disinfect my ears.

"Of course, we knew who he was—the Alien who fought beside you. So I hid him from the Jailer. I was basically his guardian angel, if angels had criminal records."

He took a breath. "Then, after three months, the Alien King woke up. Everyone started bidding for him. But since I protected him, I got first dibs."

This man was narrating his own downfall.

"So one night, I made my move. Pants down, heart full of evil, dreams full of filth. Every prisoner watched. I crept closer… and what I saw—" Diddier's voice cracked— "it killed the entire mood."

He shuddered. "This Alien King… was masturbating while reading a dictionary. A fucking dictionary."

The entire house fell silent.

Even the candles flickered like, "Bro, what the hell?"

Diddier continued, voice trembling with disgust.

"It spoiled everything. The man was moaning over word definitions. From that day, no one wanted him. He killed all our desires with his… educational enlightenment."

He glared at Sexis. "You lost all your rizz because of your jizz for your dictionary. That's why, Hero King, no one touched him."

Diddier dropped his imaginary mic and went silent. But who taught him the words rizz and jizz?

Anyway, I looked at Erect. He shook his head, the universal gesture for 'I'm not dealing with this shit.' I also wanted to nope out of existence, but I was the Hero King. I had to stay.

Sexis just stood there, tears in his eyes, as if someone had burned his pride with a thesaurus.

Diddier had disrespected him in ways language itself couldn't fix.

"Don't cry, Sexis. He didn't mean to disrespect you," I said.

"No, Racis. I'm not crying because he disrespected me."

I frowned. "Then?"

"I'm crying because…"

Sexis sniffled like a man who just realized his porn folder got deleted. Then he shot his head back, staring at the ceiling like he was trying to contact God on dial-up internet.

"If I hadn't listened to my urges and left the dictionary alone…" his voice cracked like cheap glass, "I could've experienced true prison life! The full package! The deluxe trauma edition!"

I regretted asking. It felt like looking into Pandora's box and finding out it's just full of your friend's search history who likes furry.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.