I blinked through the pain, praying for Hell to unleash on these fuckers. But nothing happened. . . no one came to save me.
The pills had stolen him away, taken the only person who could help me.
I felt a blade press into my throat, ready to cut through the apple I was already choking on. The smell lingering on its steel told me how the guards hadn’t discovered the weapon when acting out their random cell checks. It reeked of shit. Literal shit.
Words lingered in my mouth, failing to get through the glue holding my lips together.
I felt the coldness of a lone tear roll over my scratched cheek, seeping into the concrete as my face was pushed back against it. My pained memory would stay there forever, embedded into the wall like the history tellings inside the pyramids of Egypt.
“Stop.” My tone trembled, the heavy word forcing itself free. “Stop!” I shouted, loud enough for the guards to hear. . . but they played ignorant once again, like they always did when a noise rang out after dark.
“Ah, he’s crying,” a voice mocked in the chaos; his hyena laugh shadowed his sneer as it entered my ears. “I didn’t know scum like you were capable of feelings, Mr. Heaven.”
He’d heard the horror stories of what put me inside here, sharing a cell with a man who I was no better than.
“This is fucking wrong,” another voice spoke up, owned by a boy not much older than me.
He was inside for being an accomplice to petty theft, at least that was what he called it. Currently serving the last third of his fifteen-month sentence, not long enough for these fuckers to corrupt him.
He hung around with them for safety, gaining easy access to their gang through a friend of his brother.
He didn’t approve of this. He didn’t approve of me, or of what I’d done. He didn’t approve of violence. He shouldn’t have even been here, at all. He’d probably been dragged and forced into his only act of crime.
But he did nothing to help me as I began trying to fight back. He silenced himself under a single stare from the man in my ear. . . the giant who would take me next.
My heart hammered painful punches against my rib cage, each one hurt more than the last. Hurting as much as the creep rutting between my forcefully parted legs.
I thrashed. I kicked. I screamed.
And then, I was held. I was bound. I was gagged by dirty underwear shoved into my mouth.
Muffled screams filled the air, accompanying laughs and degrading comments.
“You got a cheek, don’t you, Mr. Heaven?” a guy at my side was constantly mocking, constantly whispering words I never wanted to hear spoken.
I listened to the buzz of everyone else, preferring the sound of their hate to his.
I focused on the grunting behind me as the creep violating me pulled out almost entirely.
Another tear fell as my nose pulled in a deep breath. Tension slipped from my body, hand in hand with his stumpy cock. I thought it was over.
I realized I was wrong when the prick asked, “Do you know why we’re doing this, pretty boy?”
I had a few ideas; they were scum, perverts, evil. . . the list went on. I couldn’t voice any of my opinions, couldn’t air my thoughts, not when someone’s shit-stained shorts were filling my mouth.
“No reply?”
I couldn’t reply.
And the prick knew that.
My glossy eyes traveled to find him. But the giant invaded my view, making it his mission to get in my face.
“So, you only like a bit of non-con when you’re in charge?” His cracked lips kissed my cheek. His cigarette-stained fingertips dug into my flesh. Thecold sore on the corner of his lower lip winked at me with the promise of spreading its disease.
I bucked, hoping to free myself from his tightening grip, uselessly trying to get the fuck away.
“You know, when you’re not popping pills, you’re happy to brag about the shit that got you in here.” The prick struggled with his words, as he slammed his cock back inside me.
