Since his arrival to the the Ice Box, everyone wanted a piece of Cain. Those in power saw him as a threat, even if he had no interest in petty jailhouse hierarchies. When the first fell, another rose to take their place and naturally targeted the Juggernaut to prove themselves. It was exhausting, but there was little he could do about it. The guards made it clear there was a line that would have consequences if he even looked at it wrong.
   After the third or fourth attempt at a surprise attack, Cain took up eating in the corner of the mess hall with his back against the wall. He could see anyone who dared to approach, and it wasnât as if the provided benches were made for someone of his size. Todayâs challenger didnât look like anything special. Muscular, but still thin enough to be tossed around like a doll by Cain.
   âAt least let me finish eatinâ before yâ start throwinâ punches.â
( @blacktcm )
