Page 21 of The Way We Rot
“I’ll kill him,” CO Darling promised, then he was gone from my space, giving it back to me when I had no use for it. He stood at the door and gestured to the bottle still in my grasp.
I squeezed the plastic, enjoying the way it crinkled. My eyes wide, afraid, my body curled inward on itself, I hugged myself. The nervous victim all those evil men wanted from me.
But it isn’t who they got.
“Use that tonight, little killer,” Darling rasped. “Do what I said before your turn in the shower. Let it sink into your skin until you have to wash me away. It’llmake you feel better.” He paused. “It will make me feel better.”
I nodded, and he left, leaving me with a dozen questions in his wake.
What was in the bottle? Was it real, his threat to hurt Randal? It didn’t make sense because he must have been the one to tell Randal to come to me, to push me like he did.
I sank onto my bed and opened the bottle cap, giving the contents a sniff. Musky, a little sweet. Kind of like pears. And it looked… well, it looked like cum.
Curious, I tipped a small amount out. There was quite a lot, a few loads at least, if I’d guessed right. What the fuck? It was CO Darling’s cum, delivered in a cheap soda bottle.
A smirk spread across my face when I realized what CO Darling, the officer somewhat in charge, had done. I had a soda bottle filled about a fifth of the way up with his cum. He’d saved it for me, some savage part of him needing me covered in him, not another man.
It was sick, disgusting, but I licked up the puddle in my hand and groaned. He tasted so good. That little lick I’d had through the small hatch not enough tosatisfy me. A smile spread across my face at the proof in my hands. Whatever this was, whatever he was doing in handing this to me, it revealed a small part of himself to me.
A deep, dark part that craved whatever we were doing.
I had hours yet until my shower, but I was going to fulfill his command now. I wanted to stink of him by the time I had to wash it away.
If only he’d stayed and watched.
As I emptied his cum into my palm and rubbed it over my chest, my stomach and neck, I thought of him, how he must have looked as he deposited all these loads. Thick, veiny cock, flush and sweaty, grunting as he worked himself over.
I was going to hold off, let myself fester in him. Show him how much I wanted this.
I just had to hope he was on shower duty later.
Ten
Penny
CO Darling’s cum dried on my skin. A thin, uncomfortable layer, sticky and musky. I ran my fingers along it, making it flake. I was covered in him, delicious and irritating when I moved. There was power here.
I reveled in it, scratched it and watched my skin redden with the drag of my nails. A red line through the sheen. Perfection.
A bang on my door made me jump, told me it was shower time, and I was almost sad. If he wasn’t there to watch, what was the point? He needed to see this too.
“Shit,” I sighed, tugging my sleeves down.
Heaving myself up, grabbing my bar of soap and my towel, I wandered to the showers, checking out everyone else who’d been called for theirs too. There weren’t many of us, just a handful of stinky women clingingto their slivers of soap. Good, it meant I could tuck myself into a corner and ignore them all. No bumping lathered shoulders today.
A few of the women already in the showers twisted to look at me when I walked in, their eyes catching on me, like they saw something intriguing, or something they didn’t appreciate. Eyes narrowed as they turned back to their lukewarm showers, bare asses jiggling.
We had some semblance of cubicles in this shower block, thin, narrow walls jutting out between each shower spray. Could still see everything of everyone. Shitty ass cracks scrubbed at with crumbling soap, hair sprouting everywhere, crusty feet on slippery tile for those without shower sandals.
I stepped under the furthest showerhead, stripping and hanging my clothes on the long bench seat. I pretended not to notice the inmates drifting closer as the spray struck my chest, lukewarm, weak. If they were coming to do anything to me, I didn’t have much time to get washed.
There were COs milling about, watching us with disinterest. I paid them no mind, debating whether to scrub my skin or to keep Darling’s scent on me for afew moments longer. Maybe it would bolster me when they attacked.
“You’re all bruised,” an inmate said, sidling up beside me. I passed her a cursory glance. She was one of Mandy’s lot, all meth teeth and crotchety.
“That can happen,” I commented, turning away from her, sighing as I lifted the bar of soap to my scalp. I didn’t even have any shampoo at the minute. I found it hard to use the commissary. My mother left me money on it, but it was a connection to her I didn’t want. Too dang confronting.She was too nice; they both were. Wanting the best for me, even after all I’d done.
“CO Randal was overheard talking about you, you know,” the inmate said. “He used to fuck Sarah for trades, now he’s stopped because of you.”
