89 The Room

The warden's orders were clear, and Jane, the head guard, reluctantly complied. She had never been fond of Ron, recognizing his manipulative nature, but her loyalty to the warden bound her to follow his instructions. Ron, reveling in his temporary position of power, strutted ahead with a sense of entitlement, knowing that Jane couldn't defy him without consequences. He was the type to impose on everyone’s rights As Jane reluctantly led Ron through the dimly lit prison corridors, her resentment towards him grew with each step. She had seen firsthand the way he manipulated others, imposing his will upon anyone who crossed his path. It was a power play for him, a sick game that he reveled in. But now, the tables were turning, and Jane found a glimmer of satisfaction in the knowledge that she held the upper hand, if only for a brief moment. Ron, oblivious to Jane's inner turmoil, strutted ahead with a swagger that oozed entitlement. His every movement exuded arrogance, as if he