"Seymour in prison" pt 4

Who: Seymour Niples and Eric Lustbader
Where: French prison
When: Same time
Seymour had been in prison several weeks now and it's amazing how
showering with other naked men didn't seem to get any more comfortable.
Seymour and Eric stood covering their private parts as the guards
sprayed them with disinfectant. Their eyes were focussed straight ahead
and they had learned to never ever look at each other, and especially
never look down.
Seymour had also learned never to point at other men and laugh,
especially tall ones with skinheads. While in prison he had been given
trouble by a gang of other inmates who picked on him, as Seymour was
such an easy target. One man had stolen his good shirt, and Seymour had
engaged the man in a battle of wits for it, unfortunately he soon
realised that wits didn't hurt, but getting punched in the nose did.
This had gone on a few times and all the luxuries that Seymour once had
upon entering prison, he had lost, including the large bed, soft
mattress and warm duvet. He now lay shivering on a cold concrete floor,
trying to cover himself in a small hand towel.
Eric Lustbader had also been put in the same cell as him, much to Seymour annoyance.
Seymour turned over and held his stomach uncomfortably.
"You alright?" Asked Lustbader.
"No of course I'm not!" Snapped Seymour. "I havn't been to the toilet in 9 days!"
"Well why don't you go? There's a toilet in the corner of the cell."
Seymour looked shocked. "I'm not going in front of YOU! I'm  Royal Ambassador!"
"Suit yourself." Said Lustbader. "But one of these days you're going to
explode, and I reeeeally don't want to be here when that happens."
Seymour groaned.
After a particularly cold sleep, it was time again for their daily shower.
They were bundled into the tiled room again and made to strip naked.
Seymour and Eric held their privates and uncomfortably kept their eyes
fixed ahead.
Seymour overheard the guards discuss their weekend.
"…well I went down south to Montgeneivre for a bit of snowboarding… "
"Oh sounds nice…"
"Yeah… but funniest thing happened, as I was halfway down the mountain
this really large chicken came out of nowhere and tried to attack me!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, it was very odd."
The other guard backed away. "You've heard about the disease right?"
"No, what disease?" Then the man hunched to the floor in pain,
appearing to hold his stomach. The prisoners looked at him in
curiosity, some even laughed. The guard scratched his arms frantically
until pure white feathers protruded painfully from his skin, and his
mouth became longer and his lips turned hard. The other guard let out a
yelp as the same thing then happened to him, he fell on his knees and
started to shake.
The prisoners all knew this was a perfect time to escape, but they
didn't want to catch the same disease, and most were worried they
already might be infected. There was mass hysteria and the prisoners
ran about in manic confusion, trying to escape.
Lustbader followed them until he turned around to see why Seymour
wasn't following. Seymour was pinned to the same spot, still holding
his manhood securely.
"I'm not going anywhere until I get some clothes!" Seymour said.
Eric rolled his eyes and ran off naked.< Tag Adam, or Mk8 and Trisees to "rescue" us! >