I was shocked at that time. The prisoner came in and talked about it. If the discipline told me that he was a psychopath, I would believe it, but it was not depression at all. There was no consciousness of depression at all.

I can now confirm that the female prisoner must have bribed the female correctional officer to seduce me by visiting the psychological teacher.

This madman, I stood up, scolded her: "go home to your father, hurry to be honest with me."

The prisoner is now crawling around the ground, even crawling over to grab my belt.

I was blindfolded at that time, but I didn't care too much. With my other foot, I directly kicked the female prisoner who was lying on the ground. This foot was just on her head. I was wearing the same kind of military shoes as the hair, which was very hard. I kicked her directly to the ground.

I stepped back a few steps and scolded, "get up quickly, or I'll have you locked up!"

At that time, I felt guilty and was afraid of this crazy woman. If I could be relied on, what should I do? The training was really beyond the ordinary people's ability to play.

Just at this time, the phone rang again. I picked it up. It was a guide who called me. Without saying a word, she scolded me bloody. It must be because I went to the detention room. She was scolded by the big long leg. Now that the big long leg is gone, she comes to scold me again.

At that time, I was so angry that I wanted to kill someone. At that time, the female prisoner knelt down beside me with her red face. She reached into my zipper and tried to untie my zipper. I couldn't help but slap it. The woman prisoner fell to the ground with blood on her mouth.

At that time, I lost my mind. I hit and bled the female prisoner. At that time, the door was suddenly pushed open. The C-area discipline officer who sent the female prisoner to see this scene, he screamed: "stop it!"

I heard someone, looked up at her, and the baton in her hand gave the prisoner a sharp slap on the ground, and then stood up straight.

The discipline looked at the female prisoner who was like a dead dog on the ground and called to me in a fierce voice: "what's the matter with you? How do you beat the female prisoner?"

I looked at the discipline and said, "why did I beat her? You know how she got up? You know better than me. I was told by his mother to understand and pretend to be confused. I'm not a breeding pig. If you want me to play, you can find some high-grade goods. Besides, you should give me half of the things you receive, but you can't eat alone."

Now I'm not afraid to break my face. I'm sure that this discipline will not report to the police. Even if taking bribes in this prison has become a tacit act, but this matter is disgraceful after all. Even if I beat this female prisoner, does she dare to sue me, how did the female prisoner get on? In the end, it must be that both of them are not good.

That discipline by my angry face a red, on the ground to pull up the half dead female prisoner, put a sentence to me: "you can, you wait for me!" And then he left.