“Mmm…mmm” I groan from behind my jock that hedid, in fact, stuff into my mouth.
“God damn, Luscious, your gonna make your husband come in you… You want it, baby?”
I nod fast. “Mmm… mm mmm.”
He chuckles breathlessly, gripping my hips and fucking my ass until we both erupt.
Together. With him fisting my hair and growling into my neck, and me sobbing unintelligible things with a jockstrap in my mouth.
Many heavy, panting moments of coming down later, he tugs it out, rumbling, “I love you so damn much, Dascha Kemper.”
“I love you even more… Officer Husband,” I croak, and he laughs, kissing me over and over.
Kemper has to get dressed and get back to work, but I get to strut naked into the house like a sexy prince and go take a bath.
While I’m soaking in he tub, my mind wanders over all the things that have happened since my arrest. The way my life has changed since that fateful day when I hastily attempted to rob Municipal Credit Union, because I was desperate to getout.
Out of my life, out of the madness I was already living in every day in my own mind.
It’s weird to think that my going to prison made my life better… But it did.
I have a family now, a husband I wouldn’t have without that place.
An entire life that wouldn’t exist had it not been for Alabaster Penitentiary…
“Why are we doing this again?” Luthor complains.Already, and we just stepped inside.
“I told you, I need to get my journal,” Byron mutters. “It’s in my cell. I can’t leave it behind, it has all of my craziest moments in it.”
“And you’re afraid someone’s gonna read it?” Luthor huffs. “No one’s here, bro.”
“No, dumbass, I don’t wanna have to start over.” Kang says pointedly while we make the trek into the rubble of Alabaster Pen.
In search of hisjournal, apparently.
I was wary of coming back in here. Not only is it dangerous after the fall, but it holds a lot of fucked up memories.
At the same time, I think it’ll be good to see it again… To be in here, one last time. To get some closure.
To say goodbye.
“Man… it’s somehow even creepier in here now,” Felix mumbles, aiming his flashlight around at the piles of debris everywhere.
“Oh God… I’m having flashbacks of touching The Ivory’s dick and itimmediatelyleading to death and destruction like some kind of ancient cock curse,” Ren shivers. “Let’s just find Byron’s diary and get out of here.”
“Okay, it’s not a diary. I’m not an eight year old girl.” Byron grunts. “It’s ajournal.”
“So you’re a twelve-year-old girl?” Luthor snickers, and I snort.
“Fuck all the way off,” Byron rumbles.
Our footsteps echo in the quiet, dark halls, illuminated only by our flashlights, and those occasional red emergency lights that make everything way more ominous.
We trudge through water and muck and caked blood, through what’s left of the East. Then solitary.
I hear voices… Only this time it’s not a hallucination, telling me bad things.
They’re memories.
