He stopped in front of the table and caught his gaze on the food of the stranger.
“Hey… give me your lunch.
The young woman looked up without losing her calm.
It’s my food. If you’re hungry, get yours.
The nearest inmates exchanged surprised glances.
No one remembered hearing such an answer.
The tattooed woman was still completely serene.
Vanessa frowned.
I’m still hungry. Give it to me. You won’t die for a day without eating.
“No.
The answer was brief, firm and quiet.
Without the slightest trace of fear.
As if in front of her was not the most dangerous woman in the whole prison.
For a few seconds the dining room was completely silent.
Many understood that it would end the worst way.
Vanessa’s gesture changed immediately.
I was used to everyone obeying without question.
Someone had never told him not so directly.
In a sharp motion he grabbed the metal tray and threw it hard.
The rice, meat and vegetables were scattered all over the ground.
A murmur walked through the dining room.
