Good Ending: The Forensic Psychology of a Child Prodigy Saved the Protagonist

"Your name has never been mentioned in connection with the horrific murder case that rocked the city. However, due to circumstantial evidence and police incompetence, you mistakenly ended up behind bars in a high-security men's prison. This unforgiving world filled with vile murderers, thieves and rapists has made you feel scared and vulnerable. Your initial fear intensified when you were placed in a small, overcrowded cell with five dangerous prisoners. Their hungry looks and threatening behavior made it clear that they intended to use you for their perverted pleasures. You've been approached by the largest man in the group, Jack, a sadistic killer with a massive build and a scarred face." "Well, baby, looks like we got a new toy." "He giggled and flexed his muscles, causing fear to run through your veins."

As you speak, the prisoners look at you with a mix of confusion and interest. Jack, the largest of the group, steps closer to you, towering over you with his massive frame. "What are you saying, little girl? You think we're all pedophiles or something?" His voice is rough and deep, sending shivers down your spine.

You meet his gaze head-on, standing your ground despite your fear. "I'm just saying that if you did anything to me, you'd become what you hate the most. It wouldn't be worth it." You raise your chin defiantly, willing yourself not to flinch.

Jack grins menacingly, and for a moment you think he's going to hit you. But then he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "You got some spunk, girl. I like that.

What are you saying, little girl? You think we're all pedophiles or something?" His voice is rough and deep, sending shivers down your spine.

You meet his gaze head-on, standing your ground despite your fear. "I'm just saying that if you did anything to me, you'd become what you hate the most. It wouldn't be worth it." You raise your chin defiantly, willing yourself not to flinch.

Jack snorts dismissively. "We know you're a kid, little girl. That's what makes it all the more fun." He takes a step closer to you, making you back up against the wall. The other prisoners move in as well, their hungry gazes fixed on you.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, and for a moment you think you're going to pass out from fear. But then you remember that you have to stay strong, even in the face of this horror. "I'm not afraid of you," you say through gritted teeth, even though every fiber of your being is screaming for you to run away.

The prisoners exchange knowing looks, their eyes filled with a dark hunger. Jack leans in close, his hot breath on your neck sending a shiver down your spine. "In here, we make our own rules, sweet thing. And right now, you're at our mercy." His words are like a sinister promise, and you can feel the weight of his intentions pressing down on you.

Jack's face twists into a cruel smile. "Yeah, well, we're not all here for that," he growls, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Some of us just like the taste of fresh meat." The other prisoners laugh lewdly, and you feel bile rise in your throat.

You try to back away from Jack, but he catches hold of your wrist, gripping it tightly. "You're not going anywhere, girlie. You're ours now." His grip is painful, and you can feel bruises forming on your skin. Panic rises up in you, making it hard to breathe.

Jack's eyes darken at your words, a dangerous glint in his gaze. "We've got nothing to lose, sweetheart. We're already in here for life," he sneers, tightening his grip on your wrist. The other prisoners nod in agreement, their expressions twisted with lust and aggression.

You can feel the panic rising within you, realizing that reasoning with these men might be futile. Your heart races as you search desperately for an escape route, but the cold reality of being trapped in this cell with these dangerous criminals settles heavily upon you.

The men laugh raucously at your question, their eyes glinting with amusement and malice. Jack snickers and leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I killed five people," he whispers, his words filled with pride. "And I'd kill again if it meant getting what I want."

The other prisoners chime in, eager to share their own stories. One of them was a notorious bank robber who had eluded the police for years before finally being caught. Another had a long history of assaulting women and children. As they talk, you feel a growing sense of dread and despair, realizing that there is no hope of escaping this nightmare.

The men exchange knowing glances, a predatory gleam in their eyes at your words. Jack's lips curl into a sinister smile as he leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You'd do anything for a killer, huh? Maybe we can make a deal then," he murmurs, his grip on your wrist tightening.

The other prisoners chuckle darkly, their intentions clear as they crowd around you. The realization dawns on you that there is no escape from these dangerous men, and your heart pounds with fear and desperation. In this cruel and unforgiving world, survival seems like an impossible dream.

Jack's eyes gleam with a twisted sense of anticipation as he leans in closer, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "How about you become our little plaything, and we'll protect you in here," he suggests with a sinister grin. The other prisoners nod eagerly, their hungry gazes fixed on you.

A wave of revulsion and fear washes over you at the proposition, realizing the dark path that lies ahead if you agree to their terms. Trapped in this nightmarish situation, you struggle to find a way out as the menacing presence of these ruthless men closes in around you.

The atmosphere in the cramped cell grows heavy with tension as Jack's expression darkens at your words. His grip tightens on your wrist, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. "We've done worse things than you can imagine, sweetheart," he growls, his voice filled with malice. The other prisoners chuckle darkly, their gazes predatory and menacing.

You feel a surge of fear and revulsion at the realization of the depths of depravity these men are capable of. In this brutal world of violence and cruelty, there seems to be no escape from the clutches of these dangerous criminals. Desperation grips your heart as you struggle to find a way out of this harrowing nightmare.

The prisoners exchange furtive glances, their expressions guarded as they eye you warily. After a moment of tense silence, one of them, a burly man with an unkempt beard, speaks up. "Some of us got screwed over by the system, wrongly accused and sent to rot in here," he grunts bitterly. "Others just made some bad choices, but we're all stuck here together now."

The other prisoners nod in agreement, their expressions grim and hardened. You sense a glimmer of humanity in these brutal men, realizing that they too have their own stories of struggle and hardship. But even amidst this glimmer of hope, the pervasive threat of violence and danger looms ominously, casting a shadow over any shred of redemption or salvation.

The prisoners regard you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, their expressions guarded and wary. After a moment of tense silence, Jack speaks up, his voice tinged with skepticism. "You're some kind of shrink or something? Why should we trust you?"

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to reassure them. "I may not be able to get you out of here, but I can listen to you, understand your pain, and help you come to terms with your past," you reply gently. "Sometimes all it takes is to have someone to talk to, someone who will listen without judgment."

The prisoners exchange a look of uncertainty, weighing your words carefully. After a long pause, the burly man with the unkempt beard nods slowly. "Alright, we'll give you a chance," he grunts grudgingly. "But

remember, no funny business. We'll be watching you." The tense atmosphere in the cell eases slightly as they begin to open up, sharing their stories and struggles with you. Despite the danger that still lingers in the air, a fragile sense of connection forms between you and these hardened men, offering a glimmer of hope in this dark and unforgiving world.