Amerka has been trying to put Rhys into prison ever since he made his name more than a year ago now, and right now, everyone who would be glad that he was put behind bars were celebrating. As for Rhys, he was currently being washed, literally.
He was completely naked, being hosed down by the guards. The pressure of the water was violent, very much so that it would probably push away any person who unfortunately did not have a durable body; it might even be strong enough to rip off millimeters of skin — the guards, however, did not care at all.
For them, this was just another day in the job; another new prisoner to process... or so that is how it should have been. Right now, the four guards stationed to watch and wash Rhys could not help but just look at each other from time to time as they stared at him.
It was weird enough that a Lowborn was actually in the prisoner — but the Lowborn was actually not reacting at all as they hosed him down, and they even made sure to set the pressure to the highest level possible. Sure, the Lowborn probably had the best and most muscular body of all the prisoners they had processed, but he was still a Lowborn.
"...Something's really wrong with the world now. We've only been on this island for 3 years and things seem to be getting crazy out there — look at this dregga, bro."
"I know... look at how big he is."
"Man, fuck your gay ass shit, man. Get that shit outta here or I swear imma hose you down next."
"Can you guys just focus, bro? This dregga might pounce on us. I mean, look at his eyes."
Unfortunately for the guards and staff of Typhon's Island, they were completely unaware of who Rhys was. To ensure maximum security and to prevent any unwanted leaks, all the employees of the prison, down right to the Warden, are not allowed to get off the island for 5 whole years — and after the three years are up, they will be replaced by another team who will also stay for 5 years.
Typhon's island is completely radio silent a mile beyond the perimeter. Most people would wonder why someone would even work in these conditions, but if they heard how much the pay was, they would also probably jump at the opportunity to work on the island. And right now, the staff are in their 3rd year, so they are completely clueless about what has been going on outside the last three years.
The only thing they know right now is that Rhys should be rolling in pain right now and hugging the wall...
...and yet he seemed to be enjoying the violent torrent of water as if he was just taking a shower.
"Water..." And while the guards were completely confused and amused as to what was happening, Rhys truly was enjoying the water; gently rubbing his head that was slightly itchy from his hair being sloppily razored off. If anything, it looked more like a buzz cut... if a blind man cut it,
"...This is nice."
A long and very deep sigh escaped his mouth as he turned his head up. Although Sylas West did not really meet the justice that Rhys was envisioning for him, the fact that he was gone made Rhys feel a certain way — there was also the fact that Emilia did it that made it just so...
...right.
And right now, feeling the water rushing at him, it almost felt like it was his first time taking a bath ever since his mother was murdered right in front of him. He... could finally enjoy water again.
"...Can you guys leave the room for a bit?"
"Man, fuck you! I said shut your gay ass up!"
"..." Rhys then stopped cleaning himself as he finally focused his attention on the guard hosing him down, as well as the other guards beside him, and as soon as his eyes landed on the guard who had 5 Hearts floating above his head, the guard almost choked in his own saliva.
"I'm done washing myself," Rhys breathed out as he stepped to the side.
"...I've never seen them all just turn quiet like that," one of the guards escorting Rhys could not help but exclaim in awe as he watched as the noise suddenly died down, "They were right, fish...
...your cock's gonna be falling off tomorrow. Well, that is if you even survive the night."
Rhys was then once again pushed for no apparent reason by one of the guards as they reached another section of the prison. Unlike with the women's hall, however, the men's hall was incredibly noisy, but then they all quieted down as soon as they heard the buzzer of the gate opening.
"Damn..."
"Yo, yo Chief! Put him here!"
"My cell's free! Put the pretty boy here!"
There were only a few prisoners making noise, and all of them had Hearts floating above their heads. Most of them, however, were just staring at Rhys like he was some sort of prey—no. Perhaps that was truly what he was for them.
"Why didn't I see Cell 0?" Rhys then asked the guards while they continued to drag him toward his cell. Rhys was actually expecting the prison to look somewhat different, but if he typed in 'prison' on a search engine, then the images he would see would probably be the same exact thing he was seeing right now — even the cells have numbers on them.
"Cell 0?" The guards escorting him all looked at each other as soon as they heard his question, "That's the second time you've asked that and it's none of your business."
"This guy really thinks he can be comfy with us... suck my dick and I'll tell you."
"Man, I said enough with the gay shit! And you, dregga— stop asking about Talia if you really want to live through the night. Don't even mention her name."
"Talia..." Rhys turned to look at the guard who hosed him down earlier, "...So, Talia Talcott really is here."
"What? Are you some kind of fanboy? You a fucking psycho?" The guard scoffed before just once again pushing Rhys, causing a loud clanging to bang in the air as he hit a cell gate,
"...Howard! Face the wall!"
The prisoner inside the cell glanced at Rhys for a few seconds before smirking and doing as the guards ordered. The guards did not really say anything anymore and just put Rhys inside the cell...
...not even removing the chains binding his arm and legs.
"I told you..." The guard let out a short but very deep sigh,
"...Worry about surviving the night first."
And with those words, they just left Rhys there his new cellmate, Howard.
"Well then, handsome...
...ready to spread your cheeks open?"