On the other side of the city.

David Peters was living the life a beggar. He had lost his status, his power, and his everything in just one night and that was all because of that damn man who recorded his video. His life was destroyed in a blink of an eye. What he did not know was that the man who ended his career and dreams was actually a woman.

The prison he was held at was not in its best condition. He was also not provided with any special treatment, he was treated just like the other convicts. His case was filed and was put up in the court of law. The proceeding would start from Thursday, which was two days from then. He had built up his hopes of escaping this misery, escaping the prison. He knew someone out there would come to his help, the one person who he had helped in doing his misdeeds while he monitored from the back. It was none other than Jared. He trusted him like a brother, a savior, and a friend.

However, all his dreams came crashing when that one person too gave up on him.

David reminisced the conversation he had with Jared in the morning.

--------------Flashback--------------

"Get up, you have a visitor." The prison warden opened the door to David's cell and tapped on the gate.

David got up immediately. He knew who had come to visit him, he had expected to meet him and had been waiting for him. The warden handcuffed his hands and led him to the visitor room.

As expected, Jared had come to meet him. Although he had covered his face completely, David knew it was him. His eyes perked upon seeing him. It felt like after a long time he had found water to quench his thirst.

He sat in his chair as he stared at the man on the opposite side of the window.

"Jared, thank you. I knew you would not give up me. I know you will help me get out of here." David said in all honesty.

"David." Jared cut him off of his emotional statement.

"Yes?"

"I want you to do something."

"What? I'll do anything you say. Just get me out of here."

"Listen to me carefully. I have bribed one of the wardens here."

"Okay. So, what should I do?"

"He will bring you a bottle of pills. I want you to consume two of them."

"And?"

"And you will be sent to the hospital immediately."

"I understood. I got the plan. I'll do as you say."

"Great. You have to do it by tomorrow morning."

"I'll do it as soon as I get the pills," David said enthusiastically. He was so excited about the plan that he did not see the slight sinister smile on Jared's face.

---------------End of flashback----------

David held the bottle of pills in his hand. There were only two pills inside. He stared at the bottle for some time. He was unsure if he wanted to proceed with the plan. He was going to get sick in the process, but would it be worth it? He thought about it.

But when he saw the poor condition of the cell he was staying in as well as the food he was given, he felt everything was worth it if he got out of this hell.

The plan was to get him sick, so that his proceeding date could be pushed forward and they could think of something for him to get out of this situation. This was the only option they had as of now as all the clues were against him. The prosecution had prepared a strong case against him and his chances of getting freedom were less than zero. Luck was not in favor of him.

He took the two pills and gulped them down without hesitation. There was no immediate reaction. He waited for a few minutes, still no effect.

'Are the pills not working? That can't be right. Jared would not give me these without testing them.' He thought.

One hour passed. David was getting restless. The pills had not yet started their work, he was still fit and fine. However, the next moment a tremendous pain shot through his body. He felt that his stomach was on fire. He started to cough and his eyes burned. His body was on fire, and he twitched in pain. His legs gave away and he fell to the ground with a loud thud. His coughs became severe and it became difficult for him to breathe. He felt that he was being burned alive.

His chest hurt whenever he breathed. A sudden pain shot again through his body and he screamed. It was nothing less than hell for him. His scream made one of the wardens to come and take a look.

The warden saw David on the floor, twitching and crying. He looked disinterested at first, but the next moment when he coughed out blood, the warden immediately typed the passcode and opened the cell. He ran to him and saw that David had gone pale and there was blood gushing out of his mouth. David lay limp in his hands.

The warden immediately called for his fellow mates and picked up David. He was immediately shifted to the nearby hospital.

After David was taken away in the ambulance, the warden who handed him the pills, made a call to Jared secretly.

"Boss, the work is done."

"Alright."

David was immediately wheeled to the emergency ward. However, the doctors did not take much time to state his condition. He was declared brought dead.

The two prison wardens looked at each other. They were shocked, as well as the police who had accompanied them on the way.

"How did he die doctor?" One of the wardens asked.

"We will have to do a post mortem test to find out about it. But if my speculations are correct, he must have consumed poison.

The police were dumbfounded. They made a call to the police headquarters and informed them of the situation. Later, his body was sent for tests.

The prison warden too got the news of his death from his mates who had gone to the hospital. He gave the news to Jared immediately.

"Good. Now, keep the suicide letter in his cell, and remember, don't leave any clues or traces. Got it?"

"Yes Boss."

"Good work. You will be rewarded well."

Jared cut the call and smiled. His work was done. Now David was free, he was out of the prison. He had done as he had promised to David. He had told him that he would get him out of prison and now he was out of that dirty place. Though dead, he was out. It was all that mattered.

"Fool." He commented, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Hey, he promised he would get David out of prison. But he did not specify whether alive or dead. Now, Jared had removed the thorn in his way. Nobody would find out that David was working for him.

The men involved in the mission were dead already and dead don't speak.