Dogs
He settled his head against the trailer; trying to stop shaking and failing miserably. At any moment he expected the vehicle to come to a stop and a pack of dogs to leap at him.
Maybe he would be better in the prison.
But then he�d just end up as the whore for whoever would become the replacement T-Bag.
Maybe he was better on the run.
He held out both his hands in front of him, weighing up the situation; trying to work out which he�d prefer � torn apart by dogs or spend another night in a prison cell.
Hell; he�d chose the dogs.