“Open your eyes, inmate.”
My friends are bickering, as they do, the five of us moving down this hallway I haven’t seen in a while… But even all wrecked and ruined, it stillfeelsexactly the same.
“Against the wall, 101.”
“Au contraire, Mr. Reznikov. I believe you’re exactly where you belong.”
I can still hear them, the memories… somewhere between reality and the distorted.
“Stop… I don’t want this.”
“God, Dash, come with me…”
We move through the long corridors of this confusing place. This dark place, this haunted place. Whether you believe in that sort of thing or not, Alabaster Penitentiary has always been haunted by many ghosts…
“I missed you…”
“You don’t need to ask me for anything, Luscious. I’ll give it to you, regardless.”
“I told you, I know you, Dascha. More than you think…”
We pass the room where Ren cornered me and sucked my dick.
“He’s mine… he just doesn’t know it yet.”
“I need you to be like a… proxy.”
Then we reach the cellblock. There’s much less damage up here, though of course it’s there. As are the remnants of war, shell casings, blood stains, empty boxes of ammo littering the floor.
“Remember your place here, 101. You’re a number, not a person…”
“Have you been buying him things, Harley?”
Byron rushes down the row, making a beeline into his cell while the rest of us follow slowly.
Maybe I am the darkness… But I don’t think so. I think I could help him. I want to help him.
“Sweet candy Luscious… Tell me what you want.”
“Such a shame,” Ren grumbles, striding inside his cell. “All that awesome stuff I accumulated gone to waste.”
“As I said, things you would’ve been doing regardless,” Luthor sing-songs, and Ren feigns outrage,
But they’re both grinning as Ren drops a kiss on Luthor’s lips. “Only for you now, beautiful boy.”
“Only you, Officer.”
“We had some good times in here, didn’t we?” Ren purrs while he and Luthor feel each other up.
“That we did, sweet flame…”
I grin as I wander away, down the row, past where Byron is digging for his journal.
“Byron, what’s the word of the day?”
“Canoodling.”
Their rumbling voices echo from up the row. Ren’s booms of laughter.
