Jane Fox's Biographies of Strange People (Part 1)

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【Jane Fox】(Part 1)
Escape from Prison! Execution in Progress!
Author's PS: This series has officially begun serialization. It is expected to feature seven characters, each with a biography
(strange events). Each biography is expected to be between three and five chapters, presented in short story form. This series of biographies does not
contain normal H-fiction descriptions, nor normal H-events, nor many characters involved. If nothing unexpected
happens, this series of biographies will be more like a one-man show. The style of this article will still inherit from "The Shadow World OL",
remaining niche. The overall writing style will remain bizarre, grotesque, bloody, heavy-handed, and antisocial. The survival game mode will
be launched in text form. If you like my work, please reply. Your replies are my greatest motivation.
Part 1 "Summer of 2068, Eastbourne, England"
The Intercontinental Supreme Court pronounced the judgment on Execution Document No. 13.
"Bang!" The judge's gavel slammed heavily on the table.
"Please stand, defendant!" The judge, 　　 a sleazy-looking,
overweight man wearing a wig, held execution document number 13 in both hands and ordered
the man in the brown-yellow prison uniform to stand up, preparing to read the document. The prisoner glanced at the judge with disdain, then helplessly let the court guards on both sides hold him up. "Now, the verdict will be read. 　　" The prisoner 　　 forcefully broke free from the guards' grasp and muttered, "Don't touch me, you scum." 　　 The prisoner raised his head, revealing a gentle face with long, reddish-brown hair 　　cascading down his chest. As he spoke, he used his handcuffed hands to brush the hair away from his face, a 　　flash of anger crossing his face before it returned to an expressionless expression. Earlier, she had been breathing rapidly due to brief excitement and 　　hadn't yet recovered. Although the prison uniform was rather loose, it couldn't conceal her shapely figure beneath 　　. Her pair of 36C breasts were rhythmically rising and falling, and because she wasn't wearing a bra, the 　　slightly erect nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. 　　 "The defendant, Jane Fox, 24 years old, female..." 　　 Jane didn't pay much attention to the judge's reading in court, because the judge's appearance was truly repulsive to her. She 　　kept her head down while glancing sideways at the handsome court guard at the entrance of the courtroom. She wondered 　　how this fat judge managed to have sex with his wife at night. Did his wife have to pull down his clothes every time 　　to hide his belly folds to find his peanut-sized penis? 　　 The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous Jane found it, and she gave the judge, who was reading the verdict, a look of contempt. 　　 Jane turned her head to look at the handsome court officer at the door, her heart racing. She really wanted to 　　knock him down immediately, strip him naked, and let him have a wild, brutal fucking like a prostitute in a red-light district 　　… 　　 “Buzz!!” 　　 Suddenly, Jane’s head went blank, and she felt her legs go weak and lost consciousness… 　　 “Thump!” 　　 Jane’s head slammed into the wooden handrail beside her, the strong impact knocking her unconscious… … 　　 In 　　 the summer of 2068, 　　 the Intercontinental Supreme Court of Eastbourne, England, pronounced Execution Document No. 13. 　　 Prisoner number 800013 　　 Jane Fox 　　 fainted after hearing her sentence. 　　 It is said that the last words she heard before fainting were—death penalty!!! 　　 part. 2. "Death penalty!!!" 　　 ... 　　 "I'm innocent!!!! 　　 I'm innocent!!!!!" 　　 When Jane woke up again, she had already been taken to prison. Before she could regain her senses, 　　two prison guards pushed her to the cell door. 　　 "Click." "Squeak." 　　 The cell door opened with a rusty sound, which instantly woke Jane up 　　. 　　 Jane struggled desperately, her whole body soaked in sweat. She seemed to be using all her 　　strength, but she was still a woman. Two tall prison guards ruthlessly threw Jane into a dark 　　cell. One of the guards was the handsome young man she had seen at the courthouse. 　　 "Click!" 　　 The iron door to the cell slammed shut and locked. The prison guard who had escorted her quickly disappeared 　　from Jane's sight. Jane sprang to her feet, gripping the cold iron bars with both hands, struggling to squeeze through the gaps 　　. She used tremendous force, a ferocious expression contorting her 　　once gentle face. Sweat streamed down her cheeks onto the bars, trickling down the metal. 　　 "Hey!!" 　　 "I'm innocent!!! I'm clear!!!! I want to appeal!!!!!" 　　 "I didn't do anything!!!! You must have made a mistake!!!!" 　　 "Help! Someone, I need to get out!!!" 　　 ... 　　 ... 　　 [Actually, Jane was lying] Jane Fox, prisoner number 13. Prisoners 　　often shout "I'm innocent!" upon entering prison as a show, for others to see. Although Jane enjoyed 　　lying, her childhood experiences made her intolerant of those who deceived her. 　　【Part 3】 Jane actually remembers it very clearly and begins to recall… 　　 At that time, I was standing in front of the bed in my apartment when I discovered that a hundred-dollar bill was missing from my belt. 　　 The person who had just entered the women's restroom (this young woman told me she was twenty years old) told me she "didn't know." 　　 (Jane is bisexual and also an SM enthusiast; her apartment is filled with various props.) 　　 Stealing money from me is fine, because I often take money from my mother's wallet, but 　　it's wrong for her to lie to me. 　　 Because I had just finished smoking, I casually asked her to hand me the ashtray, and then I pointed the ashtray at her.

I smashed her head 17 times. A 16-year-old prostitute dared to lie to me…
Oh, wait, no, it seems I smashed it 16 times. That brat is 17…
Whatever, anyway, trying to fool me is a sign of disrespect, it's wrong. So I
smashed her head flat, flattening it like a TV screen. rotten woman…
There was too much blood on the ground, and I didn't know what to do. I had a disgusting
ashtray full of brains in my hand, so I just shoved it into her vagina.
Then I realized the ashtray was way too big, stretching her vaginal opening to the size of two palms.
It was difficult to insert because this brat wasn't very old, quite thin, and her vaginal opening was still pink. Although she was
a prostitute, she was also a lesbian, probably never having been with a real man before; her intact genitals
still looked very immature. Never mind, I had to shove it in. It was quite difficult to do so;
it felt like I'd torn her vagina. It had stretched into the shape of an ashtray on her lower abdomen, looking awful.
So I grabbed a hammer and smashed the ashtray from the outside of her stomach.
The sound of smashing it was really satisfying. She was still twitching, and as the ashtray began to shatter,
a large gush of residual bloody urine spurted from her deformed urethra.
...
Part 4. Jane snapped back to reality. The ferocity on her face vanished instantly
, replaced by a sexy, gentle expression.
Looking back, Jane seemed to have discovered something…
…
“This…” “How…” “It seems…”
What a dark cell! It’s completely dark inside, with no end in sight. It seems very deep and vast. And
there doesn’t seem to be anyone in this cell. She’s someone who used to frequently go in and out of prisons and detention centers, but this is the first time she’s seen a cell like this
. It’s far too big! No, not just big, but dark. It’s as if the cell’s extension contains
endless darkness. Not far away from the cell is the wall. The corridor isn’t wide, but it’s very long.
There’s a row of hooks on the snow-white wall, and on the hooks are four key rings for hanging keys. One is larger, and three
are smaller, but strangely, there are no keys on the key rings. They’re just bare key rings.
"Sigh, this is such a strange place. It feels eerie no matter how you look at it. "
Jane sighed.
"Oh well, whatever. I should think about how to get out."
Although she had killed people before, she had used her body as a bargaining chip to avoid legal
punishment. All she needed to do was bribe the executioner or relevant officials.
Prisoners with Jane's gentle appearance and hot body were rare.
She had faced similar punishment before for illegal abortion (local law equates illegal abortion with murder),
but the death penalty no longer existed in the area. The so-called executioners were just a term; no
one had actually seen them. Usually, high-ranking officials were the ones who carried out executions. They would send you to the gas chamber to put you in
a long-term sleep, with tubes full of nutrient fluid inserted into your body until you died naturally. These officials were all
fat, bald, and lecherous men. Although they were rich, they had little chance of attracting women. Their weakness
was their alluring bodies.
Jane thought back to how she had willingly become the mistress of an executioner to escape murder. Calling her a mistress
was a euphemism; she was nothing more than a sex slave, endlessly toyed with by bloated, fleshy monsters. But it didn't
matter anymore. Jane remembered she was only about 13 or 14 years old then. Even with her pregnant belly, she was just another classmate from a
relatively wealthy family. Since they were all children, and the boy's family was quite influential,
they immediately arranged for the principal to expel Jane from school when they learned of her pregnancy. Afterwards, the boy's family even tried to force Jane
out of the city.
The boy's father was a cunning real estate developer who used various means to forcibly seize
Jane's property. Although the house Jane lived in was an inheritance from her mother, Jane never knew who her biological father
was. The cunning developer fabricated a father and forcibly evicted Jane from the house. Homeless, Jane
was forced to live on the streets, surviving by swindling.
Ten months of imprisonment forced her to live like a bitch. Jane found herself gradually
developing a resistance to men and a growing liking for women. After countless dreams of her bitch-like experiences,
she began to yearn for that kind of life, a desire to enslave and be enslaved growing within her.
...
Part 5. Well, there's no one here now anyway. I'll find a place to sleep first, or think about how
to get out.
Jane turned around, facing the darkness extending from the cell, and could only sigh helplessly.
"Huh!?"
Suddenly, something strongly out of place entered Jane's field of vision.
"That's...that's..."
Jane slowly walked over and carefully examined the thing embedded in the wall
. "That's a switch!?"
What? It was a switch! Judging from its appearance, it should be a power switch, the protruding
part about the size of a finger joint. The word "off" was written on the switch's location, and "on" was written on its upper edge
.
Looking to the side following the switch, she was surprised to see a cylindrical protrusion in the darkness. Looking up from above
, she saw a huge lampshade embedded in the darkness, with the faint
outline of a light bulb visible in its center.
This prison was so strange. How could there be a light in a cell that prisoners could freely turn on and off, especially a streetlamp
…
Jane carefully examined the switch, finding nothing unusual. Slowly, she placed her finger on the switch,
attempting to light the room.
As her finger touched the switch, she suddenly felt a faint, high-frequency vibration emanating from it
, almost a faint "buzzing…" sound. Was it a vibrating egg? Jane felt even more confused.
Could there be a vibrating egg hidden behind the wall?!
Never mind all that for now, let's light up the room first.
Jane placed her hand on the switch again, trying to push it up, but as she exerted force, she found that
the switch was stuck by something. The faint vibration became more and more obvious, transmitted from the switch to her fingers
. Jane took a deep breath and pushed the switch up...
"Click!"
The switch was pushed up.
The eerie streetlights were turned on, and the lights hanging overhead suddenly released a blinding
beam of light like a flashbang. The sudden brightness made Jane dizzy, and for a moment she couldn't see anything. Her head was buzzing
. In the brief moment of blindness, Jane could only try to grope around. Suddenly, a strange feeling
came from her fingertips...
that feeling, that feeling... it was like countless thorny insect tentacles frantically crawling from between her fingers
onto Jane's entire body...

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