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“Right, the news. We still don’t want them to discover our underground location, though, right?” she presses as if she’s reminding me.
“Oh, Selena. You worry too much, loosen up.” I give her a slight shove on the shoulder before walking away to make my way up to the floor of cells to check in on my prey. She catches up to me, putting an arm on my shoulder to stop me.
“Are you okay?” she asks, looking into my eyes.
“Don’t I look okay?” I grin.
“No, actually. First of all, what in the fuck are you wearing? Where are your weapons? And let me look into your eyes.” She grabs hold of my shoulders, forcing me to stand still. I let her look at me while I roll my eyes in irritation.
“You’re high, aren’t you?” she gasps.
“What are you talking about?” I shrug her hands off me.
“Don’t try to lie to me, Julissa. I can see it in your fucking eyes. What are you doing?” she says.
“Chill, Selena. Fuck. Okay, I might have had a little something but so the fuck what? Who are you to be questioning me, anyway? Why aren’t you at work?” I ask, turning the query back to her.
“I came to give you information on another potential pimp and I’m not working until the late shift tonight, anyway,” she confirms.
“Okay, great. Well, good job. Bye,” I tell her as I press the elevator button and wait for it to open. She doesn’t move from my side.
“Look, I know you’re in charge and everything, but you’ve told us all how drugs messed with you and you’ve been adamant about every single one of your recruits abstaining from drugs because it takes control of you. You said it yourself, you’re technically an addict, even if you’d been off it for a bit before now. If you fall apart, this whole thing fucking falls apart,” she says, but at this point, her voice is like a tiny buzzing mosquito that I just want to slap shut into the palm of my hands so that it will stop its fucking noise.
I walk into the elevator and she keeps talking as we make our way up to the floor of cells. I do my best to zone her voice out as I pass by each cell to see what each fucker is up to when I reach the cell of that white-haired, skinny, tattooed motherfucker. What did he say his name is again? I find myself becoming transfixed by the eeriness of his pale skin, bright eyes and hair that’s mostly white except for his dark roots starting to appear. He’s giving me a paranormal feel, like my own personal vampire I could fuck or something. I don’t know why the thought of fucking him is appealing to me now but it’s all I can think about as my eyes lock onto his nipples that seem to be growing pinker and more appetizing by the second.
He’s a piece of shit. He doesn’t deserve to fuck me. Fucking me would be too good for him, unless I make it the most miserable experience of his fucking life. I’m becoming aroused by the thought of his blood on my blade, splattered across the walls of the cell. The thought of him hollering in pain is making my panties wet and the endless fucking speech Selena’s conducting next to me is creeping into my fantasies, ruining the fun playing out it in my head.
A high-pitched noise rings out in my ear and I feel my heartbeat against my spine as I whip around to her, shoving her against the wall separating the cell from the other, screaming at her. “Will you stop fucking yammering on?! If you don’t shut the fuck up, I will rip your fucking lips off your face, you hear me?! I’ve got this under fucking control! I’m not the same person I was then!”
She freezes, staring into my face. I find the self control within me that allows me to ease up off her as I open Snow White’s cell, that’s it! Snow! That’s the fucker’s name. It’s apt as fuck.
“And the rules remain the same. Drugs are forbidden for anyone else who works for me. This doesn’t change anything. Now, leave me alone. I’d like to have a talk with this piece of shit.” I close the door of the cell behind me as Selena takes heed and fucks off.
In a sudden sting of guilt, I shout back at her as she continues to walk away, “I’m sorry, okay? I won’t mess this up for us.”
I sigh and hold my head to restore some calm to my nerves. When I look back up, I see that Snow’s seated upright now with his back plastered to the wall, a change from his position earlier when he was sprawled out on his back in his uncomfortable bed, one knee up, staring up at the ceiling as if contemplating life.
I walk over to him. First, I stroke his chin before grabbing it and sinking my nails in his jaw and pulling him forward. “Get up,” I say without affection.
When he does, I’m staring at those nipples that I want. I look up at him, unable to hide my arousal in my cheeks or my tone. “Strip.”
His expression changes from spooked to hopeful.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I say as I push him down on his metal bed with only a thin ass piece of foam on top of it, which doesn’t provide comfort. I’m not in the mood to lay on my back in that thing so it’s best if I straddle him.
I drop my bag of weapons, knowing that he doesn’t have a chance in hell of getting hold of them. I start to strip as well, aware of the eyes of the other occupants in the cells facing his cell but I don’t give a shit. He’s looking at me with eyes far too hungry.
As I move to climb over him, he grabs my ass and starts to pull me on top of him, his mouth darting toward my nipple. I punch him in the face and as he releases me, I grab him around the neck and throw his head back against the wall. I punch him in the stomach and the chest, landing another blow in the mouth until he’s bleeding from the lips, coughing. He looks at me in anger.
“I think you misunderstood me, so let me be clear. I said I’M going to fuck you. You don’t get to fuck me. Don’t touch me unless I fucking tell you to, don’t put your filthy mouth on me unless I instruct you to.” I grab his dick that’s no longer erect and I shove it inside of me.
Chapter 9
Snow
Ireacharoundtheback of my pounding head to feel dampness where it slammed against the concrete wall. I’m disoriented by the hit and the loss of hope I gathered when she chose me for a fuck. I got so excited, thinking that she had her weakness just like any other woman and maybe if I fucked her real good, play her, toy with her emotions for a bit, I’d soften her and be able to escape this shithole. I don’t know what I was thinking, this bitch is psychotic. She has no sensitive bone in her body. I suppose I’m the same way or maybe I was. It kills me to evenhave the thoughtbut I’m terrified of this woman.
I don’t know when I turned into this wimp, trapped here by a fucking bitch. I’ve lost sight of who I am and I’m losing more and more hope as she sits on top of me, growing frustrated with each second my dick doesn’t stand up at her command. I don’t think she understands how this shit works. My dick won’t just stand for no fucking reason although at this very moment, I’m wishing it would as she jumps off me and heads over to her backpack. What’s with that bag? I’d never imagine her wearing a fucking pink purse bag. As I’m too busy being confused by that, she pulls out a fucking tomahawk. This shit looks like a fucking mini axe. What the hell’s she gonna do with that? I should have tackled her when she turned her back to me although based on the fuckery of yesterday, I don’t think I’d stand a fucking chance against her.
