"What Was Mine" 4
He entered, nodded stiffly, and closed the door behind him, leaving the guards who’d accompanied him in the hall. I noted that he was unarmed. It was a display of either trust or arrogance, I couldn’t tell which.
He looked around my cramped room and finally landed his eyes upon me. “I’m Head Warden Peyd,” he said, in that East Coast accent I’d heard during my convalescence, the one that spoke of military school and family money and a scandal big enough to land him in this shithole. I nodded at him, and he continued. “You, Mr. Gunniver, were serving a life sentence in our facility, when, due to circumstances beyond our control, you were freed, after a fashion, after 23 months.”I furrowed my brow. “23…months?” I rasped. I didn’t have any recollection of two years in lockdown. My last memory before this whole thing was knocking back a few drinks with some old friends in Longtown.Peyd held up a hand. “Don’t try to speak, I know it’s still painful for you. I also know that you’re confused. You’ve been laid up here recovering from the process for about three weeks. But I think you’re stable enough to follow me so that I can explain further.”I balled my fists briefly, wanting nothing more than to punch this guy right in his meticulously-trimmed gray moustache, wrestle the guards to the ground and shoot my way out of here. But I was weak, didn’t know the layout or how many people stood between me and freedom, and I was also planning on finding and introducing myself to the lady who’d peeked at my dick while I was half asleep. It had been almost two years since I’d been with a woman, after all.Peyd clapped his hands together. “Shall we?”I nodded, then shuffled over to the door and slipped on some simple leather sandals that had been delivered with my clothes. Peyd knocked on the door, and the guards outside opened it. They parted for his rigid form, then fell in behind me as I followed, no doubt with hands lingering near holsters.