The bus was already a tomb when the first convict started bragging. No one laughed. No one even breathed wrong. Chains whispered like teeth grinding in the dark, each mile erasing another piece of who they were. Then the third man opened his bag. The guards leaned in. One box. One absurd, impossible item. Hours later, a single number detonated in the dark, and men who’d carved bodies like wood started sobbing. No one was prepared when twen… Continues…