They agree, after you make a brutal example of a vocal dissenter.

The other convicts talk amongst themselves for a few moments and seem to be leaning towards agreeing, but then one convict, a cocky young guy with a shaved head and tattoos upon his arms that are visible because he's torn the sleeves off his jumpsuit, speaks out.

"Fuck this! This fuckin' asshole ain't the boss of us! He's just tryin' to get us to do his fuckin' dirty work anyway! Tryin' to talk some bullshit at us so we can run around like we're his little bitches!", the young convict snarls, puffing up his chest and glaring at you as though daring you to say different, "I ain't nobody's bitch! Fuck this big motherfucker! I ain't scared! You ain't sh-!"

That's where he's cut off as you have, by this point, moved over to his cell and thrust your arm into the cell, breaking solid steel bars like twigs as you do. You grasp him by the throat and the bring him forward, slamming him hard against the metal of the remaining bars, blood spurting from his nose and lips as they split and mash against the metal bars. You then move him back away from the bars, the young convict dazed as you glare at him from outside his cell.

"I'm sorry, don't think I heard you right. Did you say somethin'?", you say to him in a cold and threatening tone before slamming him against the bars again, "Huh? Did ya? Wanna say somethin' again? Maybe repeat what you were sayin'?"

The convict, now bloodied and bruised, tries to sputter out something, but you don't give him a chance to speak actual words before you pull him into the bars again...and again...and again. The sound of flesh battering against steel and blood spattering against the hard concrete of the floor is disturbingly audible as the other convicts are silent as they watch you demonstrate your strength against the one vocal dissenter to your words. They watch as they had probably watched many times before as one convict proved his superiority over another in the only way they knew how: violently.

You finally toss the asshole who spoke against you down onto the ground, his breath raspy and burbling as his nose and mouth are filled with blood and his eyes are already swelling up. You decide not to kill him outright, thinking that leaving him as a breathing example of what you could do would be better. Killing a guy was a mercy compared to leaving them alive and defenseless in prison, after all.

You then turn your gaze towards the rest of the convicts, all of whom are staring at you with a mixture of awe and fear. "Anybody else got somethin' they wanna say?", you ask.

"...Just tell us what you want us to do, boss.", one of the convicts says after a long silence and the rest voice a similar sentiment as none of them want to be on the receiving end of what you'd given the loudmouth who'd tried to be a big man when there was somebody bigger than him in every way around.

"That's what I like to hear!", you state with a broad smile as you start to move to the next convict's cell and grip the steel bars of the door, pulling and ripping it from its place with little effort.

The convict inside is quick to exit the cell, smiling in wild glee as you move on to the next cell to repeat the process. You do this for all of the cells, freeing all the convicts before addressing the crowd of them. There were about thirty in all, quite a few though not nearly as many as there would have been in a real prison. Still, a **** of thirty murderers, rapists and violent offenders was still quite threatening and good to have on your side. And it seemed they were ready to be on your side as they all looked to you for guidance instead of running off to enjoy their freedom, the lesson you'd instilled in them by making an example of the vocal convict making sure they knew who was in charge.

"All right, boys! This fuckin' prison is _ours _now! There's a room down that way with what's left of a bunch of guards! I want you to go there and take the guns and stuff that're still good and use 'em to hunt down the rest of the fuckers that are in here!", you say to them in a commanding tone and lift a clenched fist to them, a feral grin on you lips, "We're gonna make those fuckers pay and teach 'em not to fuck with us!"

"Fuck yeah! Kill those fuckers!", one of the convicts call out and the rest cheer.

One of the cons, though, asks a question that has you pause for a moment. "Hey, boss, what do we do when we hunt 'em down, though? We gotta kill 'em outright? 'Cuz I saw some hot pieces of ass walk through here. Guards and lab coat bitches that were fuckin' fine as hell.", he asks and then smiles lecherously, "I wouldn't mind gettin' a piece of those bitches, you know?"

You consider for a moment and then grin once more, nodding to the convict who'd voiced the question. "Fuckin' A, man. You wanna get yourself a piece, you fuckin' go for it.", you say to him and then turn your attention to the group as a whole, "That goes for all of you! These fuckin' guards and science bitches are fair game! You catch 'em, they're yours to do what you want with! Go to town! Have fuckin' fun!"

The group starts to hoot and holler at that, but you cut them off with a hard look and a chopping motion of your hand. "But...you make sure that, after you have your fun, those bitches are dead. I don't care what you do with 'em to get off so long as they're dead by the end of it. Ain't nobody keepin' a bitch for later. You hear me?"

"Yeah, boss. We gotcha. No problem.", the convict that had initially asked the question said with a malicious grin on his face before turning to the others and lifting his clenched fist as you had, "You heard the big man, boys! Let's go get these bitches!"

The crowd of convicts cheers and rushes off in a wave towards the direction of the ruined guard room you'd left behind, leaving you alone in the cell block with only the bruised and battered con you'd made an example of left. You look in that direction, at the suffering and burbling young man on the ground, and consider for a moment. You think for a moment...and then you turn away and start walking in the opposite direction.

"Shouldn't have fucked with me, bitch. Now you can fuckin' die there like a roach.", you call out to the battered convict, giving another dangerous grin as you walk away, "Don't nobody fuck with me. Not no more."