I was just about to leave the scene of sexual identity, five hundred shades of gray and boners when Jack mentioned his dead body which was above Johnson and which was on fire.

His dead body was the only thing that helped me move towards the empty corridor and now he was asking me to take it back from Johnson. Like hell I will do that!

But if I didn't, then this ghost would make it hard for me to leave this prison like female guards make it hard for prisoners to leave the prison. He couldn't move far from his body and if it remained on Johnson, the ghost's goal of escaping the prison wouldn't be possible. I understand Jack was threatening me because he wants to see the outside world too but I can't just go near Johnson and pick up Jack's body, making the chief guard free to move again. That's just suicide. That's just like addressing a feminist as sir.

Jack stared at me with eyes as determined as a hooker working both day and night shifts and he looked ready to betray me. I can't risk that.

So with a heavy, thumping and moist heart, I turned around and walked towards Johnson again like a molester going towards a lady cop because no other women were around him.

The Chief guard was squirming and his face was hidden—like some cam girls doing a live stream—by Jack's dead body.

I had made sure to throw Jack's dead body close to Johnson's face as he was taller than Jack so I figured throwing the body closer to the guard's face would deal more damage.

Johnson's lower part of the body was free as he constantly kicked his legs all around like a five year old kid whose mom put a pineapple in pizza.

Johnson could just throw the dead body away like it was a child conceived in college but what helped me was his fear of fire. Jack's body was on fire and that stopped Johnson from touching it and throwing it away.

The chief guard rapidly cursed me, he made sure to not leave any female members of my family in his abuses, he was filled with rage towards me as if he was a fat woman and I laughed at myself because I was deliberately walking towards such a man.

"Don't think too much about it, pal. Just do it!" Jack shouted.

I would have abused him, taking inspiration from Johnson, but my heart was not ready to handle anger as it was already overfilled with anxiety.

So I ignored the ghost and tiptoed towards the chief guard. Makes me remember the time I used to sneak around to put spy cams in cheap hotel rooms.

I made sure to stand in front of Johnson's feet as I didn't want him to see me.

I bent down, jerked my hands shaking off the sweat and nervousness like I was going to spank an unprotected bottom and held one leg of Jack's dead body with both of my hands. He only had one leg anyway. The fake one got burnt.

Johnson didn't notice it as if he had sensed that I was near his legs, then he would have kicked more violently—like a horse who got to know humans were planning to have him neutered—than he already was.

So I made sure Johnson didn't get to know that I was near him. For that…

'Stay silent, Jack. Don't tell him that I am near his legs. Just keep quiet.' I said in my mind as Jack could hear my thoughts.

He could also hear Johnson's thoughts but it seemed he didn't hear anything worth sharing to me.

"Fuck the talk, just do it, pal!" Jack shouted again. I figured he was really serious as it was already more than ten seconds and he didn't say anything about sex. He was thinking of something else for once.

"And I like how you are bending in front of me. I wish I could watch it in a loop."

…

I take it back.

He was still the same horny ghost. And now I really want to grab his dead body as soon as possible as I don't want to become responsible for his boner again.

I tightened my grip around Jack's ankle—the same way I imagine the monster under my bed would if I kept my legs out of the blanket—and counted back from three.

And at one…

'HUP!'

I pulled Jack's leg.

Veins popped up on my arms like ads on ponr sites, my face went red as the bastard was heavy like my guilt after hitting the limit of six times in a day and my arms were already numb carrying the body for all this while.

Nevertheless, my sudden strength made the dead body come off from Johson's face like a cumshot as it dragged towards me.

As soon as it came to me, I held its only leg with only one hand and this time, I didn't pick it up.

Instead, I just decided to drag it.

I wanted to waste no time carrying it like it was some burden known as children so I just began dragging it while running towards the corridor on my right.

I held it as it dragged behind me, its face facing the ceiling and back scraping against the hard ground of the prison.

I didn't even look back after taking the dead body away from Johnson but after a few seconds, I heard something that made me look back.

"Aaaa! I am on fire! I am on fire! Water! Where is the water? Water!" The chief guard screamed at the top of his lungs as he rolled on the floor like a diligent janitor who cleans the floor even without a broom.

Johnson was making sure that his chest remained on the floor while rolling as it was his chest that had caught fire.

Jack's dead body did good work. I thought that Johnson was a strong being so it would take a while for him to catch fire. That's why I was afraid to take back Jack's body as I was under the assumption that Johnson would not be burning and he would instantly catch me if I took back Jack's body. But as it turned out, I was wrong. Fire didn't discriminate. The fire wasn't police. It burned the chief guard and the normal guards alike.

Johnson had no time to worry about catching me as he was focused on rolling on the ground in an attempt to kill the fire on his chest.

That's why I decided it was best to ignore him like people ignore the updates of a webnovel and leave this place and find the exit of this level.

So I began dragging Jack's dead body again but then one more scream made me look back once again.

"What the hell are you doing with my body!?"

It was Jack. He shouted at the top of his lungs too.

I frowned. "What? I am taking it along with me. Why are you angry?"

"Like this? It is not a sack of potatoes, pal! It is my body. First you put it on fire, then you made it lose a leg, then you used it as a weapon, then you threw it on a guard and now you are dragging it like a girl starring in the slave genre!"

My frown deepened but a second later, I sighed.

"Sorry, but I still don't understand why you are angry."

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