by Renee Adams
I look over to Damian to see that his jaw is clenched and his face is red. He looks like at any second the top of his head is going to come off to release some pressure. He stopped pacing to listen to that sick fuck Xavier.
“I’m going to kill him with my bare fucking hands. He is the devil, and I can’t wait to send him straight back to Hell where he belongs. Mark my words, I will have his blood on my hands before it’s all over.”
His words scare me and serve a sobering reminder that the guy that is quite honestly the hottest thing I have ever seen, is still an inmate. He is still dangerous. He could hurt me in an instant, but at the same time hearing his words makes me feel safer. Someone with that kind of visceral reaction cannot be all bad, granted I know he apparently did something bad to be sentenced to prison.
I’m going to flay his ass open and bleed him like a deer. He will not put a hand on Olivia as long as I am around. That sick fuck has been thinking about her for almost a month, ranting on and on about her at times. I don’t know why he has this obsession with her, but I can’t let anything happen. I am still trying to work out a plan to get her and to get her friend out of here safely. Olivia has a son, and he needs his mother. I will not let him grow up without her.
I look over at her and she’s freaking out, rocking back and forth and shaking and muttering to herself ‘I will be coming home.’ Tears have stained her cheeks, and she looks very pale. She is understandably cracking under the pressure, and I’m clueless how to comfort her. I don’t comfort women, if she needs me to fuck the scared out of her, then I am all for it. Even an absolute wreck crying, and I’m sure there is snot involved, but even with all of that, she is still gorgeous. But I don’t know how to handle this crying mess. Last time she freaked I called her a bitch. She didn’t seem to like that move, so I’m just going to sit here in silence, giving her space and time.
Sitting down next to her, I slide my arm around her. Even if I don’t know what to say, I am willing to be her shoulder cry on. If she needs someone to be her rock, then I will be her rock, hell I will be even better, I will be her fucking boulder. If she wants to fuck, I could do that too. Seems as if her tears have slowed since I put my arm around her. Hopefully, she is finding strength through me. The only way she will make this out relatively unscathed is to find strength.
I have something I need to tell her, but I don’t think that her state of mind can handle it. I don’t want her to be pissed at me that I haven’t told her yet, so I am keeping my mouth shut. Sure she is going to probably hate me forever once she finds out, but she needs to know the truth.
Her head is lying on my shoulder, and all I keep thinking about is the way her tits are squished like that in her top. Which sends me into thinking what color her nipples are. I really need to stop thinking about her in that way. She sees me as an inmate that saved her. Nothing more, nothing less. I cough to try to clear the thoughts from my head before I start sporting wood at this most inopportune time. Trying to focus my mind on anything but her, I try to formulate a plan. I really need to decide on how I am going to get to Xavier. Just that thought instantly kills any desire I might have had.
I think I might have a plan on how to get to Xavier, but I can guarantee she won’t like it. It might be our only shot, so she is going to have no choice but to deal. Looking out the little cell window, I notice that it is getting dark out, and the lights are not coming on. Which is not good because this shouldn’t go on into the night. Night time is more dangerous because these guys have the run of the place and can pick us off from the guard tower if we go outside without the security lights on. We wouldn’t even see the shot coming.
Her crying has pretty much stopped, so now I feel like maybe we can talk, gauge how she feels about the plan I have.
“So, um, can we talk now?”
“Damian, I really don’t know. I don’t think there is much you can say in this situation that will make me feel better.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel better, but I do have some things to tell you. Some are not going to make you happy, but that’s not why I am here. I am here to get you home safe and sound and that motherfucker Xavier sent to Hell.”
“Why, what’s in this for you?”
“Well, that’s part of why I need to talk to you. I have a plan, you probably won’t like it, but I don’t really care.” I’m being callous, I know, I just can’t help it. When I look at her, it’s like looking at the sun and all that is good in the world. I don’t want to tarnish that or sully it with my darkness.
I glance at her before I start. “We need to find some place for you to hide, and then I am going after Xavier.” Fire flashes in her eyes.
“EXCUSE ME?” she shouts back at me. I can’t take the chance of someone hearing so I ask her to stop yelling. That only enrages her more.
“Fuck you, Damian, yeah put me in some hole in a box so you can go get killed by that psycho. Then what? Huh? How you gonna be a hero and save the day then when you’re dead? Fuck you, I will figure a way out myself.”
Her screaming only grows louder as her face goes from pale white to red hot. I know if she keeps this shit up, she’ll expose us soon enough. So I do what any sane man does, I kiss the fight out of her. Her lips are soft, like touching cotton. Her mouth is clamped shut, but all I do is lick the seams and when she gasps, I strike. I thrust my tongue in and kiss her like she ought to be kissed. I can’t say that the only reason I kiss her is to shut her up. I am an idiot who likes to cause myself pain.
I have never been this thoroughly kissed before, and if his kiss is this fantastic, I can only imagine how he is in bed. Speaking of sex, I can feel his erection pressing up against me. The man definitely puts my BOB to shame. Then it occurs to me after I have tangled my fingers in his hair and am latched on like a spider monkey…that shithead! Kissing me to shut me up, although this is a kiss to end all kisses, I just want to knee him in the balls. I break the kiss by clamping down on his tongue and on first instinct I slap him. I mean seriously, yes he is hot, but he’s a hot prick.
“What the fuck did you bite me for, you crazy bitch?” his voice come out as a lisp. I guess his tongue stings. Good! I hope I drew blood. A sick feeling of satisfaction slithers its way up my spine that I caused him pain. I am not a mean person, half the time I don’t have a mean bone in my body. But something feels good about biting him. A little pent up aggression let its way out.
“Because! Why in the hell did you think it was okay to kiss me? Not even just kiss me, but to kiss me to shut me up! That’s a dickhead move, Damian.” It was an amazing kiss, best kiss I have ever had, and I want more. But he’s still an inmate, even if he is my savior. My vagina is mad at me right now, I’m sure. Silence falls between us, I guess we are both lost in our thoughts. We are still sitting in this cell, and it appears to be dark outside. Hard to tell through the little window that is something like 4 inches wide and a foot and a half long, at least from this angle. I’m wondering where the cops are, I haven’t heard any sirens in all of this.
“You were yelling, and I asked to get you to stop, but you wouldn’t. I don’t want to alert X to where we are, so I figured I would kiss you to shut you up. Better than me calling you a bitch, but you did bite me, so there is that.” He’s acting sullen as if my bite really hurt his feelings. Wait a minute, he called him X. I know, obviously, that X is just shortening Xavier but the way he said it sounded more like a nickname.
“Why did you call him X?”
“I dunno, didn’t feel like saying Xavier, and I have heard his boys calling him X.” I don’t like his answer, it sets warning bells off in my gut. He’s hiding something from me, and I really need to know before we go on with a plan. He walks out of the cell and starts going down the corridor.
“Where are you going?” My little legs are running to catch up to him. This is the time when I wish I wasn’t so short. Such is the life and the hand God dealt me. He made me short but with good boobs, so that’s a plus.
; “I’m trying to find a place for you to hide at.”
“I’m not hiding anywhere. He wants me, I doubt he is going to stop until he finds me. I don’t want to find a place to hide when I can fight back. I’m not some weak little girl, contrary to what you may believe.”
“I don’t believe that you are a weak little girl, hell your bite proves you aren’t weak. I just want to make sure that you get home to that boy in one piece. He needs both of his parents.”
“He only has me and my mom. His dad ran off a long time ago, his loss not ours. But that is beside the point. I am not going into hiding. This prison is huge, and I am sure that I can run around all damn night and not run into Xavier.” Sounds stupid even to me. I have no clue for a plan, so maybe this is the best plan possible at the moment. I still don’t like it, I don’t want to be shoved in some corner or closet.
“Livvy, we don’t really have a choice. You are definitely not going with me to find him, and if you sit out in the open you could die. I would much rather find a spot for you to hide until I can come back and get you. I will come back for you!”
“Do not call me Livvy that is not my name!” Without even thinking my small hands connect with his thick chest as I try to shove him backward in an attempt to prove my point. TRY being the operative word. Hot damn, his chest is like a brick house! He braces his hands on his hips and glares down at me with a blank expression on his face. Immediately, I cower, realizing I’ve managed to piss off the only inmate in this fucking prison who doesn’t want me dead. “Ok, I guess if that is the only thing we can…” my words are cut short as a blood-curdling scream fills the staticky loud speaker. My heart freezes in my chest, my lungs completely dry up, depleted of all oxygen. My head feels like it’s about to spontaneously combust because I know that voice.
“Olivia, please just come and see what he needs to say!” Mary says. I can’t believe she is still here. “Olivia, I am begging you. He says he’s going to kill me! Please!” She’s crying and it’s hard to understand her, but there is no mistaking the terror in her voice. Goosebumps break out on my skin. Funny, I never thought about goosebumps happening out of fear, but it’s a very real thing.
We have to do something, better yet, I have to do something. I can’t keep letting my friends and coworkers get hurt over me. They all have families, and I cannot be the one which costs them their lives. I cannot let them all down, and that includes Damian. He doesn’t deserve to have people die because I am too stupid to go face the consequences.
Now is the time that I know that Damian’s plan won’t work. I need to find Xavier for myself, but I know that Damian will never go for that. Even though I don’t know much about him, he seems like the big, bad alpha type. The type that will throw his jacket down over a puddle so the girl doesn’t get their foot wet. Not real life, I know, but he still seems to have that “Me He-Man” kind of mentality, beating his chest and all.
I’m lost in thought, but apparently he thinks I’m staring at his, oh God, his bulge! I just got caught staring at it, but I wasn’t really. I feel the flames of embarrassment lick up my neck to my cheeks. “I wasn’t staring at you, I was just lost in thought.” Hopefully, he believes that.
“Mmmhmmm, sure you weren’t. It’s ok to stare, most ladies love to.” Guess he doesn’t believe me, but I also see that his ego has joined the party as well.
“I don’t have time for your ego, or your dick no matter how big or small.” I use hand gestures to get the small point across. Of course when I did his intake medical evaluation I saw him in his boxers so I know he is anything but small. I just want to take his ego down a peg or two. He looks like he’s getting pissed, but I don’t care. I just need to think. Talking about his dick is not what I want to be talking about at this moment. Maybe later once this is all over with I will think of not wanting to talk about his dick, and I will want to kick myself.
“Given the chance, baby, I would show you all the things I could do. I can make you moan, scream, bite, and blackout just from my tongue alone. You would beg me to push my cock in that overly tight pussy. Yeah, I know it’s tight, because if you had a regular fucking you wouldn’t be so uptight.” Asshole. He’s got me pissed, turned on, and ashamed at the same time. Who knew a person could go through a gamut of emotions so quick. He has a point about me being uptight, but I would never let him know that.
“How do you know that some man doesn’t make me scream every night? That when I ride him, I make him pass out with how good this pussy is? That when I make him come he is breathless and whispers my name as if it’s the last name on earth?”
I can see his Adams apple bob up and down, and I know that I have affected him. A small victory for me, but I will take it. “Now how do you suppose we go about killing Xavier so I can get home to my son?” I level him with my mom stare, the one that gets Jack moving and doing what needs to be done.
Fuck if she ain’t scary as shit when is mad. When I finally tell her the shit I need to tell her, I’m worried she might bite my head off. Her eyes are all puffy from crying and red from being mad. She looks like she is ready to chop my head off. I was just trying to get her mind off that one lady being with Xavier. I know she worries about her coworkers, I probably would too, if I had true coworkers that I cared about.
“I still say that we need to hide you, so I can go to Xavier myself.” Still think that is the best plan for her. If she is in hiding, and I can have eyes on Xavier, he won’t personally be able to get to her. Although, I’m not stupid, I know he has his henchmen out there searching for her.
“I don’t like that idea, besides, how am I to be sure that you are not ultimately working for him? You think I haven’t thought about that? Just because you got a hot body and pretty face, doesn’t mean you aren’t the enemy or working with the enemy!”
“Damn, if we weren’t in this situation I would redden your ass for that. When have I ever given you any indication that I was working for Xavier? I never have, and I never will. He’s the worst of the worst, the scum of the earth. If you knew the things I knew about him, you wouldn’t want to run straight to him!” She doesn’t need to know that I know Xavier way more than I am letting on.
“He rapes women, tortures them, hell I know for a fact that he has tortured teenage girls, and killed boys! One time, only pieces of the lady were found. Do I need to tell you more, because I most certainly can tell you more?” She looks a little green, good, maybe a healthy dose of what this piece of shit is capable of will scare her into not going to him.
“No, you don’t need to go on. I just need to get Mary out of there, she doesn’t deserve this because of me! You already said what he does to women, why would I let that happen to her?”
“She’s not there because of you, she is there because of him. Don’t forget that. He is the sick one here, you aren’t. Now, we have been here for hours, are you hungry? I have some snacks from the canteen.” She needs to eat to maintain her strength because I feel like this is going to get worse before it gets better.
“I’m not really hungry. I don’t see how anyone can be hungry in this.”
“Livvy, I wasn’t really asking if you were. You need to eat to keep your strength up because you are going to be here for a while. I’m going to see what else I can round up instead of just snacks. I’ll be right back.” I want to check the area again because we have been sitting in this same spot for a while, and I want to make sure nobody is around. Plus I need to find a spot for her and check out the camera situation.
“I already told you, don’t call me Livvy. I can’t stand that! Don’t do it again, or so help me God I will smack the taste out of your mouth.” Wow, she’s breathtaking when she is mad. I guess her anger is a huge turn on for me because I want to bend her over my cell bed and fuck her until she can’t walk. Since I can’t do that, I do the most normal thing around. I kiss her. Surprisingly enough, she is kissing me back even after the last disastrous time I kissed her. I thought she was going to fight me again, but sh
e actually lets out a little moan. Her moan goes straight to my dick. He is eager to be let out of the confines of my pants. I guess I can take it as she’s enjoying this. I kiss her as if this is a forever goodbye, one that is both breathtaking and heartbreaking. I don’t know why but that burning is back in my chest.
Oh my God, he is kissing me again. I can’t help but moan and press myself harder against him. His lips are like a sinful treat. It’s like tasting the finest wine, I could get addicted to these kisses. I let my hand tangle in his hair and my other starts to travel down his chest to feel his rock hard abs. I have never touched six pack abs in a non-clinical setting, and these are almost like eight pack abs. Holy shit, I didn’t even know that was possible. I can’t believe I am letting him kiss me. My vagina might box itself up and move out, but I have to put a stop to this.
Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead on mine. “We can’t do this. I don’t know you, you’re a prison inmate and with all the shit going on around us it’s just wrong.” I feel like if I keep saying it to myself, then I might actually believe it. Never mind the fact that I still have a hand in his hair and one on his chest, his very firm, muscular chest. God, this is so frustrating! If it was a different situation and he wasn’t in prison, then I would jump him. I feel wrong and dirty for wanting him. Here Mary is being held by Xavier and his men, scared out of her wits and I am making out with a guy! Adrenaline is an extremely powerful thing, not to mention sexual attraction. This is the only plausible excuses I can come up with for the way I am acting.
