I was just running in the empty corridor, dragging Jack's dead body like chapters of a webnovel which no one is reading, behind me when I heard a loud gong going off.

It rang all around the prison like moans of prisoners from the bathroom and my hands felt weak because of the anxiety the sound brought to my heart.

And as if the sound wasn't enough, something followed after the Gong like a guilt follows after busting a nut.

"ATTENTION! A PRISONER has escaped his CELL! He is reaching the NINTH level. Don't let him Move Higher!! CAPTURE HIM ALIVE! OR DEAD!"

The message rang all around the prison as if it was a booty of a thot and now I am sure everyone got to know that a prisoner had escaped and the guards and the jailer would do everything to make sure I don't get away from here.

But just then, a question arose in my mind like a cockroach arises in the coffee of a rabbit.

I have been out of my cell for a while but the Gong only rang just now. Why? It should have rung a while ago. Is it buffering?

I tried to think about the reason like pedos think about which school to join as a janitor and I would have given up soon if not for the sudden laugh I heard coming from behind me.

"Hahaha. Now you won't be able to get away, Human. Each and every guard would attack you now. The jailor will kill you for sure. He is a hundred times worse than me. He will cut down your meat and blow it like a cigar. Hahaha! This is what you get for putting me on fire. Get fcuked!"

Johnson had gone all crazy, laughing like a man who got alimony from his wife just because he wore a skirt at the court hearing.

I turned around to look at him and that's when I saw a black remote type thing on his right hand.

It was a small square device and it had only one round red button on it. It looked like cartoon villains used to end the world only to be defeated by the power of friendship.

Is that the thing that made the Gong rang? Technology advanced this much in this world while I was in prison? Could it be that they also invented the Internet here? Now I really want to escape this prison.

[ Even if they got the Internet here, it doesn't mean they would also have porn sites. So don't be so eager. ]

Hmm? How do you know that I was eager because of the ponr sites?

[ Dude… Someone like you won't open wikipedia. You can only be excited about the Internet for only one reason. ]

I see. So you are a man of culture as well.

[ Don't you dare lump me in your culture! I just assessed your personality and deciphered what you would want from the Internet. ]

Makes sense. But if the Internet really arrived here then I would surely make sure to fill it with study material.

[ Just… stop talking to me. ]

Fine.

I ignored the system like I ignore consent and focused on Johnson again.

His chest was still on fire, but his face was brimming with joy just because he managed to ring that notification all around the prison. He was as happy as a virgin dog in a bestiality porn.

Johnson also made sure to show me a middle finger and instead of being angry, I was surprised that his middle finger was longer and thicker than most men's average size. His finger alone could star in Blacked. Or Oranged, since he was orange and all.

Nevertheless, whatever happened, happened. I was successfully in an empty corridor and I would just turn left and go straight and then, I would reach Johnson's cabin. I really hope I got the directions right, unlike women who always end up in the wrong street because they couldn't drive properly.

I took a deep breath, steadied myself for the upcoming chaos and started running again like a fat woman when she mistook a tire for an overcooked donut.

Jack, the ghost was behind me like the mistakes of my parents and he was constantly telling me to be careful with his body. I didn't gave him shit and carried on doing what I was doing.

Also, the announcement hadn't died down.

It was still echoing all around like the cry of a child stored in a basement, constantly reminding everyone that a prisoner had escaped.

The Gong had stopped though. And I think this notification would only stop when the escaped prisoner gets captured again.

Well, I had no intentions of getting captured so I focused all my being to escape like my sperm after abstaining for five minutes.

In this level ten, I was sure of my safety as all the guards were burning and those who had managed to escape before they could get burned, they must be on the floor above as I saw no one around myself. It was as quiet as an orgy of mute lesbians.

As a result, I ran without any worries and soon, I saw three paths further down the corridor.

One was ahead, second was to the right and third was to the left.

I didn't pay that much time in choosing as I wasn't a fat woman reading the menu and turned left.

Now I was finally away from Johnson and the other guards as they won't be visible now if I turn around.

Now that I had turned left, I just had to keep running straight like lgbtq members and I would see Johnson's corridor.

While I was fighting with Johnson and the soldiers outside my cell, I had gotten to know that Johnson's cabin was straight ahead. But I wasn't able to go straight so I had turned to the corridor on my right. Anyway, I would make sure to get back on track and find the cabin.

I kept running straight and thanks to the fire torches hanging on the walls like depressed poets hanging on the fan, I didn't encounter any problems to see what's ahead of me.

Jack floated behind me and he was busy making noises whenever his dead body bumps on the floor. He also abused me from time to time but as long as he didn't call my grandma a whore, I would manage.

I would have asked him to float ahead of me and see if there was Johnson's cabin or not. But I decided against it as he was already angry at me and I didn't want to make him angry enough to spoil my plans like how women spoil the mood by saying they are on their periods.

So, like a horny horse, I kept running straight, with sweat covering every inch of my body like a pornstar in a bukkake.

My legs were crying as if I did a workout session with David Goggins but I won't stop until I see the cabin.

I ran and ran and ran and now I know how the thirsty crow felt, how someone who got stranded on a desert felt, someone with no bitches felt. I feel that now.

The art of wanting something from all your being and staying walking no matter how tough it gets, I get it. I get it all.

However, after a few more minutes, I also felt how it felt when the thirsty crow saw the pot with water, when the stranded one finally saw fellow humans, when no bitches boy got a baddie. I get that all.

Because, right now, in front of me…

It was Johnson's cabin.

And it looked like a set of porn video right now to me.

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