Jodie stood in front of the trembling warden, her finger tight on the trigger of the shotgun pointed at his chest. The putrid stench of rotten flesh and death filled the air, making her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

The warden's eyes were filled with fear and regret as he pleaded for his life. But Jodie's mind was made up, she had no mercy for the man who had inflicted so much pain and suffering on innocent victims. With a cold stare, she cocked the shotgun and aimed it at his groin. The warden's eyes widened in terror as he realised what she was about to do.

'Please, I'll do anything, I’m sorry for what I’ve done, if I could take it all back I would, just spare me,' the warden begged.

Jodie's lip curled in disgust at the mention of his forgiveness. She had no sympathy for this despicable creature. She knew that if she let him go, he would continue to be a menace to society, using his position of power to hurt and abuse other survivors, like he was just about to abuse her.

'You don't deserve a dick, you sick bastard,' Jodie taunted, her voice filled with venom. 'It's nothing but a cruel pathetic tool for you to inflict pain and suffering on innocent victims.'

With a cold and calculated movement, Jodie pulled the trigger, the loud blast echoing through the cellar. The warden's scream of pain and agony filled the room as the shotgun blasted a huge hole through his groin, blowing his dick right off. Blood sprayed everywhere as Jodie watched with satisfaction, relishing in the warden's pain as his blood splattered across her face.

She knew she should have felt guilty for what she had done, but all she could feel was a sense of justice and vengeance. The warden fell to the ground, writhing in pain as Jodie kicked him in the ribs.

'You deserve this, you deserve so much worse,' she hissed, her anger and hatred for the warden consuming her.

The warden's screams were cut off as Jodie smashed the butt of the shotgun into his face, breaking his nose and knocking out several teeth. She enjoyed every second of his suffering, knowing that he was finally getting what he deserved.

Jodie took a moment to catch her breath, clean the blood from her face and assess the situation. He was still alive, but barely. She could see the terror in his eyes and the pain on his face. But she wasn't done with him yet. She wanted him to suffer like his inmates had suffered.

She searched his belongings, covering her nose with her hand to block out the putrid smell of decaying bodies as she gagged. She couldn't believe that this guy was more than just a rapist, he was a disturbed necrophiliac. She couldn't understand how someone could be so depraved.

She had seen the bodies of the other prisoners - their pale, lifeless forms twisted in grotesque positions. She had seen the proof of his twisted desires and she was determined to make him pay for what he had done.

As she rummaged through his things, she came across a bottle of whiskey and a box of cigars. She grabbed the whiskey and put it in her backpack. She even grabbed a cigar, she didn’t even smoke but the thought of smoking it right now seemed appealing, among his belongings was six shotgun shells, Jodie thought to herself. ‘Bingo’, as she loaded the double barrel shotgun and stored the other four shells into her backpack.

But as she continued searching, she came across a couple of gay porno magazines, and a male sexy toy of a woman’s lower half, with a hairy ass that was dripping with cum. Jodie couldn't help but chuckle to herself and say out loud, 'Yeah, you're not gay. You're just in denial, Mr. Pervert.'

She turned to him with a sadistic grin on her face. 'You know, it's really interesting to me. Here you are, a homophobic man who takes pleasure in raping other men. It's almost ironic, don't you think?'

His eyes widened in shock and humiliation. He tried to speak, but Jodie cut him off.

'Oh, don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Your secret's safe with me,' she taunted, using the shotgun to push his head up so she could look him in the eye. 'But you know what? I'm going to have some fun with this.

Jodie's mind was racing, trying to think of the most painful and torturous way to make him suffer. And then she remembered the bottles of whiskey she had found in his belongings.

She grabbed one of the bottles and poured it all over him. She watched gleefully with a wicked smile as he squirmed and writhed on the floor, trying to escape the burning sensation on his skin. Jodie then lit a cigar, something she had never done before, and blew smoke into his face.

'You enjoying this, daddy?' Jodie taunted, a smirk on her face. 'You know, you're not fooling anyone. We all know you're gay, despite your homophobic denial.'

The warden's eyes widened in fear and humiliation. He begged her to stop, but Jodie had no intention of stopping. She grabbed the shotgun and aimed it at him, letting the barrel rest against his forehead, threatening to throw the cigar onto him.

'Please, I'll do anything!' the warden cried, his face covered in blood and sweat.

Jodie couldn't help but laugh at the terror on his face. She called him 'daddy' sarcastically, taunting him for denying his true nature. She tormented him, both physically and emotionally.

But enough was enough, she wasn’t a monster, she had her revenge, she left him to bleed out, in a pool of his own blood, as she proudly walked away with the shotgun resting over her shoulder, a sense of satisfaction consumed her, but she made sure to show off her pretty ass, teasing the warden as she walked away. She had just essentially killed a man, and she now felt confident that she could do it again if her life ever depended on it.

She took a deep breath and steeled herself before starting her search for a way out.

Jodie slowly started to make her way through the dark, dusty corridors, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was being watched. The thought sent shivers down her spine, but she pushed it aside and focused on finding an exit.

As she turned a corner, she came across a door. Hope filled her as she ran towards it, only to find that it was locked. She frantically searched for a key, but to no avail. She was about to give up and move on when she noticed a small opening at the bottom of the door. She crouched down and peered through it, hoping to find a way out.

Instead, she saw a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at her. She let out a blood-curdling scream and scrambled away from the door. But as she looked back, the eyes were gone. She tried to tell herself that it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that something sinister was lurking in the shadows.

Jodie's heart was racing as she continued her search. She tried not to think about the stories she had heard about this prison, the rumors of spirits haunting the halls. She had always dismissed them as silly superstitions, but now she wasn't so sure.

As she explored further, she came across a staircase that led down to a lower level. She hesitated, not sure if she should go down, but her curiosity got the best of her and she slowly descended the stairs.

The air grew colder as she reached the bottom and she could feel her hands shaking. But she forced herself to keep moving, her desire to find an escape overpowering her fear.

As she explored the lower level, she suddenly heard a noise coming from one of the rooms. She cautiously approached it and pushed the door open. Inside, she found a small laboratory filled with strange equipment. But what caught her attention was the figure standing in the shadows, their back turned to her.

Jodie's first instinct was to run, but she couldn't help but feel drawn to the figure. She cautiously took a step closer and called out, 'Hello? Is anybody there?'

There was no response, but the figure turned around slowly. Jodie's breath caught in her throat when she saw that it was a woman, but not like any she had ever seen before. Her skin was pale and her eyes were black. Jodie felt a chill spread through her body and she knew that this was no ordinary woman.

The woman smiled at Jodie, revealing sharp teeth. 'Welcome, Jodie. I've been waiting for you,' she said in a voice that sent shivers down Jodie's spine.

Jodie wanted to run, but she was frozen with fear. The woman stepped towards her, her hand reaching out to touch Jodie's face. Jodie closed her eyes, expecting the worst, but when nothing happened, she cautiously opened them.

The woman was gone. Jodie stood in the room, alone once again. She couldn't explain what had just happened, but she knew she had to get out of there. She hurried out of the room and continued her search for an exit.

After what seemed like hours, Jodie finally found a way out. She pushed open the heavy door and stepped out into the moonlight. She took a deep breath, grateful to be out of that horrifying place.