I bought a prison in the United States.

On the first night, no one brought them dinner.

Montes cursed all night long until he could no longer make a sound.

Omar lay on the cold cement floor, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Hunger gnawed at his stomach like a worm.

Morris sat silently, without sleeping all night.

The next morning, a prison guard finally brought breakfast.

Jackson was carrying a tin bucket filled with black bread and water.

He walked to the door of Montes's solitary confinement cell, took a piece of black bread and a glass of water from the tin bucket, and handed them in through the small window in the door.

"What is this?"

Montes looked at the dark, hard bread and frowned as he asked.

"breakfast."

Jackson said expressionlessly.

"That's it?"

Montes could hardly believe his eyes.

"Is this edible?"

"Eat it or don't, it's up to you."

After Jackson finished speaking, he turned and walked toward Omar's solitary confinement cell.

Montes picked up the black bread and squeezed it hard.

The bread was as hard as a rock; I couldn't squeeze it at all.

He took another sniff, and a sour smell wafted up.

"Is this even fit for human consumption?"

Montes angrily threw the bread on the ground and stomped on it several times.

"I won't eat it! Get me something else!"

Jackson heard his shout, glanced back at him, said nothing, and continued delivering breakfast to Omar and Morris.

Omar took the bread and water, hesitated for a moment, and then took a bite.

The bread was sour and hard, making it difficult to swallow.

But he was so hungry that he had no choice but to force himself to swallow.

The water was cold and had a rusty taste.

Omar ate while tears streamed down his face.

He had never eaten anything so awful.

Morris accepted the bread and water.

Without hesitation, he began to eat slowly.

He knew that in this situation, only by conserving his energy could he persevere.

After delivering breakfast, Jackson left with the tin bucket.

Montes looked at the bread that had been trampled to pieces on the ground, his stomach growling with hunger.

He regretted it; he shouldn't have thrown the bread away.

But it's too late to regret it now.

He could only wait for lunch, his stomach empty.

However, lunch consisted of only a piece of black bread and a glass of water.

This time, Montes didn't have the courage to throw away the bread again, and could only glare fiercely at the prison guard.

He picked up the dusty bread from the ground, dusted it off, and wolfed it down.

The bread was hard and dirty, and it hurt his teeth.

But he couldn't care less about that anymore.

Hunger triumphed over his dignity.

After finishing his bread, he drank the glass of water in one gulp.

But this little bit of food was far from enough to fill his stomach.

Before long, the hunger returned, and it was even stronger than before.

On the third day, the situation worsened.

Montes was so hungry that he was dizzy and weak.

He no longer had the strength to curse and could only lie on the ground, panting heavily.

Omar's situation is also not good.

He was already thin, but now he's so thin he's just skin and bones.

His face was pale, his lips were cracked, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Morris has begun to feel unwell.

His blood sugar was very low, he was extremely dizzy, and his hands and feet were starting to tremble. If this continued, he might faint.

At this point, all three of them fell silent.

The solitary confinement cell was deathly silent, but the sounds of each other breathing and stomach rumbling could still be heard.

They finally understood what Ringo meant.

There is no reasoning in this prison.

There are only rules.

If you obey the rules, you can survive and get what you want.

If you disobey the rules, you'll only be left with despair in this dark and damp solitary confinement cell.

Dignity and pride are worthless in the face of survival.

……

"Kara!"

At 3 p.m., the iron door to the solitary confinement cell was suddenly opened.

Ringo walked in, followed by Coffey and Bowers.

He looked at the three prisoners in turn.

Montes lay on the ground, his eyes unfocused. When he saw Ringo enter, he merely twitched his eyelids without reacting.

Omar leaned against the wall, head down, not daring to look Ringo in the eye.

Morris forced himself to sit up straight, looking at Ringo with a complicated expression.

Lingo silently watched the group of people who had lost their temper due to hunger, took a sandwich out of his pocket, and waved it in front of Montes.

The sandwich is made with white bread, filled with ham and cheese, and has an enticing aroma.

Montes' eyes lit up immediately.

He suddenly scrambled to his feet and reached out to grab the sandwich.

Coffey immediately stepped forward and blocked him.

"Want some?"

Lingo held up the sandwich and asked.

Montes nodded vigorously, his mouth practically watering.

"Want to get to work?"

Lin Ge asked again.

Montes hesitated for a moment, glanced at the sandwich in Ringo's hand, and finally nodded.

"think."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Ringo handed the sandwich to Montes.

Montes took the sandwich and wolfed it down.

He ate so fast that he almost choked.

Coffey handed him a glass of water, which he drank in one gulp.

Ringo then looked at Omar.

"And you?"

Omar looked up at Ringo.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a hint of resentment in them.

But in the end, he sighed and nodded.

"I'm willing to work."

Ringo nodded and handed Omar another sandwich.

Finally, Ringo looked at Morris.

"And you?"

Morris leaned against the wall and slowly stood up.

He swayed and almost fell, but Bowers reached out to steady him.

"I'm willing too."

Morris said:

"However, I have one condition."

Lin Ge raised an eyebrow:

"you say."

"I need insulin."

Morris said.

"I have diabetes and need to inject insulin every day. If I don't get my medication, my life may be in danger."

Ringo nodded:

"Okay, I'll have Tommy bring you insulin."

"Also, your food allowance will return to normal, but if you dare to try anything funny, I'll send you back here immediately."

"I see."

Morris said.

Ringo also handed Morris a sandwich.

Watching the three prisoners wolf down their sandwiches, Lingo's face remained expressionless.

He knew in his heart that this group of people had only temporarily submitted.

They will definitely still harbor resentment and thoughts of resistance.

But it doesn't matter, as long as they are willing to work.

In this prison, he has the time and means to make them fully understand that a prison is a prison, and the rules are determined by its master.