Jailbreak!
JailBreak Series
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Law, Courts, Criminal law, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | James Bauhaus | ISBN: | 9781524201296 |
| Publisher: | James Bauhaus | Publication: | March 19, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | James Bauhaus |
| ISBN: | 9781524201296 |
| Publisher: | James Bauhaus |
| Publication: | March 19, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
After suffering six years of massive judicial corruption and torture it became obvious that the cops, media, lawyers, prosecutors, judges and witnesses were all crooks. This fact was made crystal clear after I found the actual killer of the porn merchant and the cops responded by hiring another lifer to murder him. It was then I realized that the scum in positions of authority care more about concealing the corruptions of their predecessors than jailing the actual killer and safeguarding the public from a known threat.
My options were limited. I had to avoid their murderous attentions by pretending to be what they desired: a stupid, subservient, unimaginative, hard‑working slave who enjoyed the company of grinning, uniformed sadists who had no more morals than scorpions. At the same time, I began to wrack my brain in a different direction, preparing the perfect escape plan. One that had to succeed the first time. There would be no second chance given. If I failed, they would bury me so deep in their scurvy dungeons that they would have to feed me with a slingshot.
After suffering six years of massive judicial corruption and torture it became obvious that the cops, media, lawyers, prosecutors, judges and witnesses were all crooks. This fact was made crystal clear after I found the actual killer of the porn merchant and the cops responded by hiring another lifer to murder him. It was then I realized that the scum in positions of authority care more about concealing the corruptions of their predecessors than jailing the actual killer and safeguarding the public from a known threat.
My options were limited. I had to avoid their murderous attentions by pretending to be what they desired: a stupid, subservient, unimaginative, hard‑working slave who enjoyed the company of grinning, uniformed sadists who had no more morals than scorpions. At the same time, I began to wrack my brain in a different direction, preparing the perfect escape plan. One that had to succeed the first time. There would be no second chance given. If I failed, they would bury me so deep in their scurvy dungeons that they would have to feed me with a slingshot.
