Chapter 153: You Found Water or Collected the Juice of a Widow’s First Night Out?
Jack had forgiven me. Like a wife forgiving her husband for cheating on them with the maid because she herself played with the gardener occasionally.
He had given me one week after I escape from this prison to make a leg for him.
So after that, I started hopping again—like a kangaroo after throwing his kids out of his pocket—towards the alley I was seeing in front of me to my right.
I know, Johnson’s cabin was straight in the line and I have to go there if I have to escape this tenth level.
There were two roads I could choose from. Makes me remember the time I had to choose between two girls to be my girlfriend, the orphanage wasn’t okay with that though. And neither the hospital.
Anyway, I could go to the right or I could keep walking straight like an anti lgbtq parade.
But I did some maths in my head—elementry level—and chose the path to my right. Mostly because I don’t want to stay on this—cooking session gone wrong—corridor anymore.
I would go to the right and then find the path of Johnson’s cabin again. And let’s not forget, my foot was on fire like I just sat on Ghost rider’s face. So I had to find water too and fast.
So I wasted no time and hopped towards the path on my right.
I reached it and I was just one step away from reaching and turning right to walk on the path, when Jack shouted from behind me that he would still give me a punishment for burning the top and bottom of his dead body.
I figured he would punish me after I escaped this prison so I pushed this thought in the back of my mind like women push the thought of becoming independent and was ready to hop ahead, then suddenly—I heard some hurried footsteps coming from the right alley and before I could make out what’s what...
"I am back!"
Johnson was in front of me.
This was the punishment Jack was talking about.
He must have already heard Johnson’s thoughts way before this therapist arrived in front of me and in his revenge, this ghost didn’t warn me beforehand and now I am facing this walking yaoi fandom filled with virgin girls masturbating.
We both looked at each other and both of her eyes went wide.
"Your leg is on fire! And this body is on fire too!"
"Blood hell! Don’t fuck me, sir guard!"
We both spoke out loud our fears and that’s when I saw Johnson’s attire.
His face had some black marks like he used eye liners designed for conjuring’s female lead all over, his shirt was torn like fake breasts after being poked by a needle, he was panting, his belt was hanging unlocked and he was missing a patch of his blonde hairs from the sides!
What the fcuk happened to him? Did someone raped the rapist?
That’s when I looked at his hands.
He had a medium sized metal bucket on his hand and it was filled to the half with water!
He got water!
He saw my gaze and after moving a few steps back from the fire I was carrying, he laughed out loud.
"Haha! Yes. I got water. I found it! It took me a long ass time but I did it!"
My brows shot up. "Are you in this condition because of finding water? How? Did you dig a hole through the ground to get it? Or did you make a woman reach orgasm and store what she squirted? I think it’s the latter because it justifies the long time you took."
Johnson clenched his jaw. Why, though?
"Don’t make me remember it. Don’t make me remember the previous moments I had gone through to get this water!"
Johnson screamed all of a sudden. He turned violent. He thumped his legs on the ground like a fat woman denied of extra sauce.
He was so tense that he didn’t even make a scene looking at my face. He didn’t even figure out that I was the Hero King.
"Tell me, I want to know!" I asked. I wanted to know because I needed water too.
Johnson gritted his teeth.
"Lord Malthus started this prison three months ago and today, on this very day, I found out this prison doesn’t have any water at all! Lord Malthus started this prison but didn’t started the water supply at all!"
"What!?" I exclaimed.
"Yes. Lord Malthus prepared nothing and started this prison as if he was a man impregnating his wife because he was too horny to wait for condoms and now a kid is coming and they have no preparations for it!"
"That idiot Malthus! Of course he doesn’t know how to prepare things beforehand. He is impotent. He can’t have kids so he missed out on these classes! But how did you find this water then? How did you become like this?"
Johnson shuddered.
"We don’t need water to survive so we didn’t bother if there was water or not on this floor or this entire prison, but today water was needed so for the first time in my entire life, I went to the bathroom."
"First time? Dude, did you come out of a camel or what? How are you going to the bathroom for the first time today?"
"Because me and the other soldiers don’t need bathrooms. We are monsters. We excrete differently. We don’t need water and bathrooms!"
That’s the first time I heard a monster admitting he is a monster. #Self love goals.
I remarked nothing about it as I had all the time to figure out their excretion method, for now I wanted to know about the water.
"What did you do after entering the bathroom?" I asked.
Johnson shuddered again.
"Inside the bathroom, there were three taps. I picked up this empty bucket and opened the first tap. Nothing came out of it. Then I opened the second tap and this time, something came out!"
"Why are you shouting like that? What came out? Jason Momoa?"
"No! Spiders! Ten legged spiders! They climbed on my hand and then reached inside my uniform and then they reached so many places that for a second I even felt good!"
"Damn."
"Yes! I had to remove all my clothes and then when I removed each spider, I wore the uniform again, and with shivering hands opened the last and third tap of the bathroom."
"And then you finally found the water?"
"No!"
Johnson shuddered harder than ever. He shook his head as even the memories of that incident stuns him.
"Then what was in the third tap? Cockroaches? Or worse, cocks and roaches?"
"No. Nothing like that. From the third tap..."
Johnson met my eyes.
"A freaking severed unicorn head came out!"
"Da fuck!?"