Freedom

Jax's thoughts of the past were soon interrupted by the sound of a distant metal door, creaking open. Perhaps it was for himself, it was the day of his release after all. Jax paid close attention the the heavy footsteps that echoed throughout the prison, they grew louder, and louder, till a thick, bulky man appeared at the barred door of his own cell.

"Mr.Blackwell... seem's you've managed to weasel your way out of prison." Said a gruff voice, indicating this was either a guard or the jailer himself.

"I do try my best." Jax replied in a bit of a smug tone, maybe not the best way to be speaking in his current position.

The man simply shook his head, itching his bedraggled beard and splotchy skin, before unlocking the gate, albeit reluctantly. "Get out, rat-fucker"

"With pleasure..." Jax held his malignant tongue, feeling it wasn't best to anger the man, armed with a spiked mace on his hip. The thought of bashing his skull in with it had crossed his mind, but he just wanted to leave with no trouble. With that, he walked out from the confines of the cell, and followed the beefy guard through the metal door he had heard minutes earlier. Through this door was a dimly lit narrow corridor, that then lead into the entrance of the prison, where Jax was able to collect his belongings. His cloak, clothes, daggers, shortsword, backpack, and some other bits and bobs. The man who was working at the belongings collection desk looked at him and pointed to a small room where he could change. Jax nodded in thanks and soon re-emerged from said room, fulled strapped with his old clothes. He had no qualms with leaving his tattered prison outfit behind... though it could have made a pretty handy cum rag.

The beefcake guard who let him out of the cell had opened the front door for him, and was stood with a shit eating grin, waiting for him to leave. Jax passed him as he left, and heard, "See you back 'ere soon fucker." in the same gravelly voice as before

Jax turned to face him, presenting the guard with an eloquently raised middle finger, before turning back around and walking away.