Left in Prison to Wait to Die

Shattered Lake Prison, men's restroom. Inside the bathroom of merely a few dozen square meters, over thirty people were crammed in, packed shoulder to shoulder. Only seven among them were prison guards; the rest were death row inmates clad in classic black-and-white stripes. "Angus! Get... get out here right now! Stop hogging the stall if you're not going to take a shit!" "Amanro! I remember you don't have many contribution points left, boy! You dare cross me like this?" "Desmond, come out! How about I owe you a favor? Come on out!" Prison Guard Nagu kept his thighs clamped tight as he banged on five doors in a row, yet not a single stall opened. The death row inmates gathered around broke into snickers and jeering laughter, their mocking taunts filling Nagu with such humiliation and rage that he nearly ground his teeth to dust. These bastards, who deserved nothing better than being fed to the fish, had actually occupied every single stall! "Sharvik, how much longer?" Another guard, whose thighs were clamped just as tightly and whose face had turned an awful shade, brought up a light screen. "Thirteen minutes left! According to the *Restroom Usage Regulations*, the same user cannot remain inside a stall for more than sixty minutes. Just hold it for thirteen more minutes!" Nagu ground out through clenched teeth, "But I can't hold it anymore..." "Aww, no way, no way! Is the guard going to piss his pants? How filthy!" "Shhh, shhh, shhh~" "Your whistling is useless. If you want to make someone unable to hold it by auditory means, you need a shrill, rapid sound to make them tense up, which causes the bladder to contract and dramatically increases the urge to pee. It's the same mechanism behind incontinence when people face mortal danger! So what we really need is fingernails scratching across a stainless steel mirror—like this!" A piercing, screeching sound echoed throughout the restroom. Nagu instantly stiffened his back, waddling in tiny steps toward the urinals. Before he could even unbuckle his belt, seven or eight heads were crowding around to watch. The other guards tried to come help him, but they were blocked by a wall of bodies. Because of the restrictions, the death row inmates could not touch or attack him. But they had no intention of doing so anyway; they merely gazed upon Nagu's upcoming performance as though watching a circus act, without violating a single rule. Nagu really didn't want to undo his pants, but he felt as though the water bottle were about to burst at the brim. Steeling his resolve, he pulled them down and whipped it out! "Tsk, tsk, tsk~" "That's it?" "Kind of like mine when I was a kid..." The waves of disparaging commentary made Nagu so infuriated that fire practically burned a hole through his stomach. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "Mine is the expandable kind! What do you lot know?! You... you bunch of..." "A bunch of what? Go on, scold me, Mr. Guard!" "Put some force into it! Louder! How can you be a guard when your voice is so quiet?" "The guard is going to scold me! Oh, I'm so excited!" Nagu's face flushed bright red. For half a minute he couldn't even squeeze out a fart, and in the end only managed to sputter out, "...You impolite jerks!" "Ah, the guard called me impolite! I'm so mad! I feel so indignant!" "'Impolite'—what foul language! Nagu, how could you be so vicious?" "Waaaah, I'm crying from the insult! Oops, just kidding, I'm actually laughing." The death row inmates roared with laughter. Seeing Nagu being humiliated like this, the other guards felt a shared grief of fellow victims, their faces burning red with anger. Yet none dared charge over to help him—they were also barely holding it in, and any vigorous movement would cause a leak. "By the way, Nagu, are you clogged up? Why hasn't it come out yet?" Over a dozen pairs of eyes refocused on the muzzle of Nagu's water pistol. Nagu's face went completely crimson from holding it in, incapable of uttering a single word. One inmate had an epiphany. "Don't tell me... you're the type who can't pee while being watched?" "No way? Then I'd rather stare until my eyes get inflamed before I blink!" "The time has come to test everyone's eyesight! Nagu, there are still ten minutes left! Everyone will help you hold it in!" If not for the soul-shattering urge to pee coursing through him, Nagu could guarantee he would have fainted from pure rage. Right at that moment, the bathroom door was pushed open with a bang! *Clack!* As though a floodgate had opened, the tap gushed forth with a rushing splash. Nagu's expression instantly smoothed out, his whole body and soul relaxing. "What are you doing?" Yaxiu asked, looking at the large crowd gathered around the urinals. "Watching Nagu's water pistol," the death row inmates replied, sounding exceedingly well-behaved. "Why? Don't you have one? Whoever doesn't, tell me, and I'll transfer her to the women's restroom... What's so interesting about peeing? Turn around, all of you! I don't like people watching me pee!" The death row inmates and guards exchanged glances. Someone worked up the courage: "If you could—" "If I can make you lick the restroom clean, you'd be willing to turn around? Fine, I'll go fetch the *Sinner Directory* right now—" *Swish!* Everyone turned their backs in unison, yielding before the tyrannical power of the 'Fiend,' Yaxiu. Yaxiu shook his head helplessly at them. As he passed Nagu, he patted him on the shoulder. "Don't mention it. Consider it payback for the boots you gave me before." Nagu: "..." *With that pat of yours, I swayed, my aim slipped, and it splashed right onto my newly bought 'Burning Monarch' series boots...* *Yaxiu, you really are a—* "Thank you for lending a helping hand!" Because he hadn't finished peeing, Nagu could only endure the humiliation and bite out every word. "Ah, you're far too polite." Yaxiu walked over to the urinal in the furthest corner and began his own minor metabolic discharge. "Are you getting used to staying here? Feel free to raise any complaints." This time Nagu truly could not hold back. "You locked us up in the restroom, and now you're asking if we're getting used to staying here?!" "Can't be helped. In the prison, the restroom is the only place where excretion is permitted. If I locked you up anywhere else, you'd burst from holding it in, since you're not allowed to pollute the environment, you know." "Individual dorms—" "That won't do. You must be confined together in a central location, and the guards must stay with the prisoners. Although this societal scum won't help me, they'll certainly take pleasure in seeing you suffer and won't let you ruin my plans." Nagu said coldly, "Do you really think you can get away?" "Starting to worry about my future? That means you're quite satisfied with the living conditions here, aren't you?" Yaxiu zipped up his pants. "I'm heading out, then." "Fiend!" Several death row inmates immediately rushed over and crowded around Yaxiu. "Take me with you! I'm willing to obey your every command!" "Me too! I'm really good at kissing ass—and licking, in every sense of the word!" "I'm a Two-Winged Sorcerer! Fiend, you can definitely put me to use!" "Me as well—" In the past, when there was no opportunity and no hope, they had accepted it. But now, with a free ride for a prison break suddenly appearing, the desires suppressed deep in the hearts of the death row inmates flared up like straw catching fire. One after another, they clamored to hitch a ride with Yaxiu. Yaxiu raised both hands to pacify the crowd. "Stop, stop. As for your wishes, I've heard them. Rest assured, everyone, I'll do my best to fulfill your desires, and without leaving a single one behind—" Delight broke out on the faces of the death row inmates, while the guards looked grim. "—leave every last one of you in prison to wait to die!"