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At Lucas's house, Logan sits on the couch, staring at the ring on his finger and the inscription on it. It has an intricate design of serpent-like dragons, encircling a logo that read "蛇(Shé)".

'What's this supposed to mean?' he thinks as he remains lost in thoughts.

While he gazes at the ring, Lucas walks up behind the couch and taps him on the shoulder.

"Where's your mind at bruh?" He asks, startling Logan a bit, as he strolls to the kitchen and grabs a can of soda from the fridge.

'Pshh..trrkpop!" The soda can fizzes as it's popped open and Lucas takes sip from it.

"I'm still tryna figure out why those guys left us alone and even let us walk out of the hall unscathed" Logan says, "We were literally gonna be fucked up bad, had they decided to jump on us"

"I know right? I thought we were gonna be dead meat" Lucas responds.

Logan stares at the ring as he reminisces about what had happened at the wedding hall just a few hours ago >>>>>


*** At the wedding hall ***

"Let them go!" The gang leader says to his men, as they stare at him in surprise.

"But boss...?"

"Don't question me, just let them go" he orders.

The men seem mesmerized, but decide to obey their boss and back up.

"Psst! What's happening?" Lucas whispers to Logan in the ear, totally surprised by the way the men were acting.

"I've got no idea, but I think we better leave fast before they change their mind" he suggests. As they both begin to leave, Sebastian's voice suddenly breaks the gloomy silence...........

"What the fuck are you doing, Papito? Get them!" He orders.

"I'm sorry man, but they have to leave" the gang leader says to him.

Sebastian remains silent in shock as he stares at Logan and Lucas walking towards the door.

As they both walk towards the door, Logan notices the gang leader staring at the ring on his finger. He confirms by taking glances at the ring and back at the gazing eyes of the gang leader, who seems so lost and terrified at the ring that he doesn't even take notice of Logan staring at him. The other members of the gang glare at them as they head out of the building...........


Back to present>>>>

"I've gotta find out more about this ring" Logan says as he clenches his fist around it and shoves it into his pocket.

"Where in the world did you get it from anyway? 'cause it certainly don't look like stuff you see in the regular jewelry stores" he says.

"Yeah, it's definitely not as beautiful"

"And certainly not half as pricey" Lucas adds, which makes them both chuckle a little bit.

"It was given to me by some really old Chinese man I met while I was in prison " Logan says, "He literally saved my life from the horrors of prison"

"How so?"


Three years ago<<<<<<

At the prison complex. Logan, who is escorted by two prison guards, walks through the dark damp corridor. Looking at each side, all he can see are enclosures in front of which are huge steel bars, within which are prisoners in their orange coverall uniforms. Whistles and catcalls pervade the air as he walks past the cells. His face betrays his evident fear, as he stares naively at some of the prisoners.

"Hey kid! Whatchu looking at, white boy?" One of the inmates, grabbing the bars like a caged animal, yells at him with a glare most likely intended to intimidate him.

"Move along!" Logan is ordered by one of the two prison guards who shoves him forward as they escort him to his cell.

"Alright, this is gonna be your new home" one of the guards says as he searches his bunch of keys for the key to that cell. In the cell are sitted a lot of jocks, mostly skinheads, black and white. It's one hell of an intimidating sight to see them glaring at you. And that was exactly what they were doing, glaring at Logan, who shyly and more due to the intimidation averted eye contact. As the guard tried a couple of keys, Logan hopes that he doesn't find the key quickly. His face at this point kind of seems like he's desperate for some miracle.

'Maybe it's a dream' he thinks, 'it has to be. I'll wake up and it'll all just be a dream' he repeats to himself in a whispery mantra. Then......

'Clink!'

"Finally, I got it" the guard says to the other laughing as he tells him about how he always finds this cell key difficult to identify.

"Alright, pretty boy. Get in" the other guard says as he kicks him from behind, forcing him in before the steel grill door is shut against him.

'This can't be real! This can't be happening!' he panicks in his mind as he holds on to the steel bars.

"Please don't leave me in here!" He pleads as the guards begin to walk away.

'Clip! Clop! Clip! Clop!"

Hope dwindles as the sound of their footsteps begins to fade out. Scared to the bone, he latches on to the bars, unwilling to let go. Unwilling to face the reality that lies ahead. Unwilling to face the scary faces behind him. He begins to hear mutters from behind him coupled with chuckles.

What could they be so happy about?

After over three minutes of clutching himself to the bars, he loses all hope. Despair sets in as he turns around to see the skinheads looking at him almost sensually as they sized him up with their eyes.

"Come on baby boy, come over here". "Yeah don't be shy" "We ain't gonna hurt ya" their voices kept penetrating his ears as he hurried to a corner, his eyes closed shut, and sat down there, crouched quietly as tears welled up in his eyes.

While he sobs quietly in the corner, a huge black heavily tattooed skinhead gets up from his bed and walks up to him. Logan hears the sound of the boots walking closer and closes his eyes tightly.

'Please don't come near me, please don't come....' he repeats in his mind with each footstep. Then, the footsteps suddenly stop. He opens one eye slightly to take a peek and sees the huge boots right in front of him. His eyes shut back immediately and he refuses to look up but remains in his crouched position.

"Hey man, what's the problem?" He hears a deep voice suddenly ask him. He gives no response, too scared to give a reply.

"What you don't wanna talk?" The guy asks again, only to get no response. At this point, the other prisoners were slowly getting on their feet.

"Ayy man, around these parts, we gotta cooperate, ya feel me dawg?" The guy asks again and still gets no response.

Now he's pissed!

"Get the fuck up, motherfucker!" He says as he pulls Logan by the collar up to his feet and pins his against the wall in a choke hold.

"Let go off me" Logan struggles as he kicks around with his legs, which by the way were off the ground, and tries to break free with his hands clenched around the guy's fist.

"Oh so you can talk?" The skinhead asks at which point and all the others chuckle. There seems to be a pecking order among the inmates and it doesn't take Logan much time to realize who's boss around here.

"You fine as fuck, mo'erfucker" the guy says as he traces a line with his finger from Logan's neck down to his belly button, "it's been a while since we got some fresh meat around here, ain't that right boys?" He asks the others, who affirm.

"Let us at him boss" one of the white ones said (who's accent makes boss sound more like boiss), "we gon' treat him right"

"Sure but not yet" he responds, "I'll need to break him in first. Don't want y'all niggas killing him too early" he says as he loosens the chokehold and Logan falls to the floor, gasping heavily for breath.

"Alright new boy, here's the deal" he says, "I know you're scared and I can make all that disappear but you've gotta gimme something else in return, ya dig?"

"Wh.... what do yo.....you...want?" Logan stutters due to a mix of fear and his shortness of breath, "I'll give you..any.. anything. Just don't hurt me" he pleads.

"Good! That's what I like to hear. I see we're on the same page afterall" he says with beaming smile, revealing the gap in his front teeth. Then he unzips his pants and reveals a huge black dingus!

"Alright boy, bon appetit" he says with a smile as Logan looks up at it horrified by the sight.

"What in the world is he gonna do now?

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