“You’re lucky we need you alive, or I’d kill you for waking me up in the middle of the night.” The warden knelt down to heal the man as he convulsed on the floor. “For this, however, I’m picking you first instead of that bitch. You’re going second, love.”

He jabbed his thumb at the woman who, earlier in the day had started a fight.

The warden lashed the man five more times for good measure, healed him, and walked out of the cell. Owl was in the middle of the corridor, staring at the identical metal doors that led to identical cells.

“Smart and brave.” The warden nodded. “Very few have the guts to attempt to escape after seeing how I reward insubordination.”

“This is no insubordination.” Owl replied while studying the place as though he was considering buying it. “You never said anything about leaving our cell, hence I’m still following your orders.”

The warden’s eyes went wide, and his jaw tensed in quick succession. Then, he conjured the whip and started to laugh.

“I like gutsy people like you, kid. I really do. I almost feel sorry for doing this!” He flicked his wrist, and the weapon cracked as it broke past the speed of sound.