The silence was interrupted by the sound of steel clanking together as he walked down the corridor. Imagination running wildly, the tension was enough that he would jump at the sound of a pen dropping. Oddly this place seemed vaguely familiar, like in a dream. Many sleepless nights of obsessively thinking of ways to never having to come here took their toll. Oh well, life had other plans for him. Time to pay your dues, make the last payment, cancel the debt.
He noticed there was not one window in this place, zero natural light, just a string of fluorescent lights attached to the ceiling lining the way to his fate. Each one looked exactly like the next just like the next 40 years of his life. The sunlight was refused access, maybe because it provided a glimmer of hope in a desolate land. This isn’t supposed to be a vacation, but torture. If he already wasn’t willing to before, he was now ready to sell his soul for the key out of this place.
Shadows followed as he proceeded to the destination that will mark the end of his freedom and the beginning of his captivity. They seemed to be gaining on him, maliciously creeping up behind his shoulder, closer as they came towards the end of the corridor.
The metal chains attached to his limbs clanged and rubbed together is a musical fashion, it was almost surreal, as the procession of a funeral. The march to the end of the line, the final walk before the victim is sent to his final resting place. In his mind this was just that, his death march. Although he would go on living the hope, the future, the dreams all torn from his possession when the one dressed in black said that sinister word, the most powerful and feared word that shook every inch of his being like a bitter winter wind, “guilty.”
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I like the imagery you’ve painted here. A long walk down a hallway, bereft of hope. There’s no indication of other humanity, though it might be reasonable to assume this prisoner has been remanded into custody of a jailer or other prison guard.
Thank you for reading. This was really an exploration of my ability to right fictional stories and I very much appreciate the feedback. And you are spot on, from what I revealed this is definitely describing a mans intake into a prison.