Dean was caught off guard when the slender Charlie made the first move against him. He never imagined that Charlie’s seemingly weak arms could possess such incredible strength! As Charlie tightened his grip around Dean’s neck, Dean felt an immediate rush of panic as his brain struggled for oxygen. Pain radiated through his neck, rendering him powerless and unable to resist.


    Years of dedicated training in fitness had led Dean to focus solely on building strength, molding himself into a formidable figure. He believed his physicality ranked among the top five in all of Brooklyn Prison. How could he, a man of considerable size, be overpowered by a thin Asian individual?


    The agony in his neck intensified. Despite his desperate attempts to break free, he couldn’t budge Charlie’s fingers even slightly. Breathing became an impossible task, and soon, his face was a ghastly shade of blue and purple, a testament to his suffocation.


    He yearned to plead for mercy, but words eluded him. The disdainful look he had once cast at Charlie transformed into one of sheer terror.


    Charlie, observing Dean’s fright, let out a mockingugh. “Still in denial, huh? You have a filthy mouth, and it’s clear you’ve never bothered to brush your teeth. Look at you—you grew up dirty andzy. Let me show you how to clean that stinky mouth of yours!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    With that, Charlie grabbed a toilet brush lying beside the toilet with his left hand, pried open Dean’s mouth with his right, and shoved the filthy brush in. The brush, covered in grime and hard bristles, forced its way into Dean’s mouth.


    Despite Dean’s massive frame—his chest muscles nearly the size of a grown man’s head—his mouth was notrge enough to amodate the onught. As Charlie forced the brush deep into his mouth, it tore open two bloody gashes at the corners.


    Dean gasped in pain, but Charlie showed no mercy. With unyielding force, he pushed the entire head of the toilet brush inside Dean’s mouth.


    Then, treating it like a toilet cleaning chore, Charlie scrubbed vigorously, causing blood to flow freely from Dean’s mouth.


    Dean felt excruciating pain erupt in his mouth and throat. The harsh bristles were inflicting numerouscerations inside him, pushing him closer to the brink of copse as tears streamed down his face.


    Desperate for help, he wished he could whimper loud enough to alert his fellow inmates outside. But the bathroom door was closed, his mouth was crammed with the toilet brush, and Charlie’s fingers tightly gripped his throat, rendering any sound he made as weak as a kitten’s mewl—barely audible to anyone outside.


    With no hope for rescue, Dean raised his hands above his head, silently pleading with Charlie with a look of utter despair.


    Charlie paused, leaving the brush lodged in Dean’s mouth, and sneered, “Didn’t you just teach me how to survive in Brooklyn? Why are you whining like a coward now? Aren’t you supposed to be tough?”


    Dean was at a loss for words. He couldn’t focus on Charlie’s taunts; all he could do was weep, looking up at Charlie with a desperate plea for mercy.


    But Charlie felt no sympathy. He pressed the toilet brush down even further and taunted, “What were you saying earlier? Trying to stuff something somewhere?”


    Dean shook his head in pure fright. Charlie continued, “Oh, you refuse to admit it? Alright then, since you think you’re so tough, how about I help you get this brush behind your back for a little extra satisfaction?” The sheer seriousness of Charlie’s expression sent a chill down Dean’s spine, and he trembled at the thought of what might happen next.


    Overwhelmed with fear, Dean’s knees buckled, and he fell to the ground. He sped his hands on top of his head, pleading silently for Charlie’s mercy.


    Charlie, noticing Dean’s terror, asked with a hint of curiosity, “What’s the matter? Are you scared?”


    Dean nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face.


    With a cruel twist of his wrist, Charlie twisted the toilet brush in Dean’s mouth again, causing blood and saliva to mix and spill from the corners of his mouth. At that moment, Dean felt utterly broken.<fn0c89> Chapters first released on ?ovelFind</fn0c89>


    As Dean’s veins throbbed with pain and his heart sank, Charlie coldly dered, “Remember this! As long as I see you as a nuisance, your fear and pleas will mean nothing to me. Just like you used to bully the weak when you were younger, I’ll continue to torment you without reason until there’s nothing left of you!”