Many prisoners were behind me. Like lawsuits after hearing my intrusive thoughts.
The stairs had ended.
In front of me was the exit door of this prison.
All of us would have taken our time to get out of this prison but that wasn't liked by the Jailer.
I had put his whole body on fire and yet, his loud crazed voice came at us like we were some workers in a sperm bank. We heard heavy footsteps coming and then those footsteps came towards the stairs we were currently on.
If he came to the stairs then all of us would get burned because his whole body was on fire.
The only way was to move forward and forward was the wooden door. This door should be overcome like porn addiction if I want freedom.
The people working in prison also used this exit and there must be someone outside who opens this door for them from the outside.
But that person won't work for us and I didn't have enough time to shout for the other side to open this.
