In A Parallel World With Random Skills, I Reluctantly Become A Mafia Boss?

Chapter 8: Breakout

  "Get in there!"

The bald man who was wearing armor said as he threw me roughly without a care using his brute strength onto the cold stone floor. How mean.

"You better stay in there or else you scum!"

The skinny guard with long hair also threw in some hurtful words after I got manhandled by the two. Well, I couldn't blame them. I could only keep my mouth shut and take the light beating they gave me afterwards. I was weak after all.

After a few minutes, seeing as I could not resist in the slightest, they stopped as they were tired of expending their stamina on me, and turned around to leave. Though I really want to punch them while their backs were turned, I stopped myself as my weak strike would no naught but provoke them into beating me up again.

As I watched them leave, with my bruises and wounds hurting almost as if I fell down from a flight of stairs, I look around the room I was in. I wasn't even sure you could call it a room.

The walls and ceiling were cramped. Compacted together to make you feel like the room was too small, just a little bit higher than a normal person's head. All around me were stone, stone bricks to be bluntly specific. Crude, but it looked hard enough that a grown man's punch wouldn't even move it.

There was a small opening at the top of my head. Circular in shape, had three iron bars lined up inside of it. It could be called a window, but a hole would be more fitting. A small ray of light went through it, which meant that it was still daytime. If you look through it, you will find that you were closer to the sky than the houses down below.

It seemed that even in this other world, they built prison cells above ground like some of the jails back on Earth.

Yes, it was obvious once you look at it. This was without a doubt, a jail cell. Evidence of this was the small stack of hay that was starting to stink due to not being changed for a new stack, a wooden bucket located at the side of the room, large iron bars lined up along the locked doorway, and finally the most obvious thing. This cold, dark cell wasn't the only one.

Across the hall, there were multiple rooms just like this one. I could faintly see some human-shaped silhouettes if I squint just enough. Torches lined up at each interval, slightly bringing a little illumination unto this dreary place.

How did I even end up in this place? I've been asking that same question myself for the whole while I was being dragged against my will by the two men who were part of the city guards earlier.

After looking around the room and confirmed that there were no hidden weapons or traps or anything like that, I plopped down, and squatted just below the opening leading to the outside, and calmed myself down. I started to think.

What happened a few minutes ago was...

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"Alright.."