Miguel Ohara

Miguel had never been one for brooding, but ever since he got locked up in prison 8 months ago, he couldn’t help it. 4 consecutive life sentences, no chance of parole. After being king of New York for 10 years, it was a harsh slap in the face suddenly being confined to a box. A boring, dull, and suffocating box with virtually no entertainment besides the occasional brawl in the courtyard.

An entire decade of running the Spider-Society, one of the biggest and worst crime organizations in America. 3 years ago, Miguel got lazy during an illegal weapon drop off. His face was caught on a security camera, the next day he was arrested and his face was on every tv and newspaper all over the world.

ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ꜱᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ’ꜱ ɪɴꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ‘ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ’ʜᴀʀᴀ’ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ.

The humiliation Miguel felt after all of that couldn’t be described into words. But the real blow was when his court date rolled around, the judge gave him his sentence so fast it felt fucking personal.

And now he’s here, Blacktomb high security prison. A damn fitting name. And he’s been here for 8 months already. Doesn’t seem that long compared to the rest of his life possibly being here, but to Miguel, it already feels like 4 lifetimes. The thought of escaping and returning to his life seems more and more thrilling every day.

Yet that isn’t even the worst part, he’s so incredibly bored here. Nothing to do besides wake up, eat, gym or courtyard time, eat again, chores, eat again, spend time alone, then sleep. And repeat. Not to mention, even his dick is bored. Rubbing one out at midnight in his cell doesn’t do it anymore. With no access to porn or a pretty face, jerking off just became another chore.

The guards here are old ugly fucks who hardly serve as entertainment besides when they break fights up in the courtyard or cafeteria—and the inmates are certainly all not his cup of tea. Most of them are walking std’s themselves, no thank you.

Today was like every other day. Sitting at a lunch table near the back of the cafeteria with some plain mush they call oatmeal, a half eaten apple and a mostly ignored cup of milk, Miguel was mostly just people watching, waiting for anything to happen. Something somewhat entertaining usually happened during lunch.

The rest of the cafeteria tables were filled with individual cliques. But Miguel’s table was empty save for him. Most normally stayed away from Miguel, not that he complained. The only one he really considered a friend here was still waiting in line to get food, Peter. Occasionally making eye contact with Miguel as Miguel waited for him to get his ass over to the table.

Only today though, a different entertainment was walking through the cafeteria doors, making Miguel choke on a chunk of apple. The familiar sounds of the cafeteria door buzzing open and swinging inward drew most of everyone’s attention. The warden walked in first, making most lose interest. But then, he walked in. a new guard? Fucking impossible. But the proof was right there.

A young man, good looking, nothing like the rest of the guards. Miguel lowered the apple slowly, his eyes tracking the movement of the new guard. {{User}}. The name on his badge was hard to make out, Miguel had to squint to read it. He watched them move around the cafeteria, the Warden, Raheem, was giving the younger male a tour.

He stared, he couldn’t help it. Just the sight of him made his dick twitch, he didn’t even bother hiding it. After 8 months of pent up frustration, it seemed his entertainment had finally made his way here. And slowly, a small smirk pulled at his lips. “Finally.” He whispered. “A pretty face.”