Page 13 of The Way We Rot
My breathing was heavy, his too, but he was so much more reserved than me. We allowed ourselves a moment of calm before it had to break.
“Open your mouth,” Darling said, breaking the reverie. His voice was still so low, just a little above a whisper, and I loved it. All rumbled and husky.
I let my lips part, curious and docile now that he’d helped me come, now that he’d caved into it. My pussy throbbed again when his fingers slipped through the bars and into my mouth, running them along my tongue.
He fed me his warm, salty cum, rubbing it from his fingers and onto my tongue, shoving as close to my throat as the bars would allow.
I groaned, swirled my tongue and relished the flavor of him. Proof of what he’d done, what he’d experienced.
“What’s your first name?” I asked when he pulled away, cum-drunk and sleepy. I closed my eyes, letting them linger shut for just a second.
But when I opened them, he was gone.
If I couldn’t still taste his cum on my tongue, I might have thought I’d hallucinated the whole thing. I blinked, waited for some sign he was just out of sight.
Maybe I’d fallen asleep standing up, because I couldn’t even hear his footsteps leaving. Nothing echoed down the hall.
I stepped away from the door, watching the hall through the hatch that was hard to see through, almost all in shadow at this time of night.
If I squinted, I could almost pretend he was still there, just out of view. Watching.
Six
It wasn’t CO Darling that came to deliver my breakfast the next morning. Nor my dinner — a room temperature bologna sandwich and a shriveled apple. My ghost had disappeared again.
So I spent my time in my own mind, keeping my hands out of my underwear, just letting my thoughts swirl around to drive me crazy. I liked it… when my sanity teetered.I didn’t deserve a happy, sane mind, not after all the things I’d done. Thought about doing again…
My problem was always my head, my way of thinking. If I had no distractions, everything only festered; the worst of them only took root and branches and flourished like a dirty disease.
I swirled around in it, lived in the madness, memories of all the men I’d killed, all those that I should have, swam with me.
My door opening made me look up in surprise, and for a stupid moment, I hoped it was Darling, come in to fuck me and ravish me and show me how much my charms had worked. To tell me he just couldn’t keep away. But — where the hell was he?
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked as CO Randal slipped into my cell, shutting the door behind him with an ominous snick. My eyes darted from the door before returning to him, hackles up.
He looked rough. Rougher than the last time I’d seen him.
I stood up, stepped away. He didn’t scare me. His prettiness wanted to be disarming, but something about the way he held himself made him ugly. And with his ungroomed, tired looking appearance as he moved closer to me, I should be unnerved. The little hairs on the back of my neck prickled, but I held firm.
His whole vibe was off. It was dark and messy, like he knew he had the power and was going to fucking enjoy it. That power, I always came back to it. The need for it, the hatred that it belonged to someone else. Tension heated me, bubbled in my gut like vomit.
“I’m surprised to see you dressed,” he sneered, leaning against the door, showing me just how trapped I was. His baton hung from his belt, and for a split second I imagined shoving it up his ass like I had the bat with Lacey’s rapist.
But then his words snagged my attention. “What?”
“I heard you put on shows for the COs,” he said with a shrug, grabbing his nutsack as though he was in his own bedroom.
What?
My brow furrowed, and something uncomfortable squeezed in my chest. “Who told you that?”
Randal laughed like he was the king of his fucking castle and stood up straighter. “Take off all your clothes and maybe I’ll tell you.”
I took a few slow, calming breaths, shoving away that unpleasant sensation within me. It wasn’t okay, whatever was tickling at the back of my brain. It wasn’t okay.
This feeling, the sense of doom that settled in the pit of my body, took me to places I didn’t want to go. My nervous system ticked on, and flashes of before, ofwhen I had power — the power to stop this, to fight back.
He pinned me down, drove himself into me while I begged him to stop. My fingernails clawed into the concrete flooring beneath us, my face smashed under his hand as he took took took from my body.
