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I look at the men hanging around me and by the tension of their suspension in the air, I figure they must be suffering quite a bit already. I can increase their suffering by letting them hang.
“Okay, fine, I won’t throw knives at them.” I put my hand up in the air in a surrendering motion. “Let’s go.” I motion for the recruits to leave the room with me.
“But what about?” one of them asks me, pointing up at the men.
“We’ll release them after several hours.” I smirk.
Chapter 16
Snow
“I’llseeyoulater.”My breath shakes. That’s the last thing she said over an hour ago and I haven’t been able to sit still since. The other cells are empty and I’m left to my own imagination about what’s happening to the other men. Will they come back? Will I be next? The place is so quiet now with no sniffles, snoring or chattering of neighboring cell-mates slowly losing their minds engaging in endless conversations with themselves and their four walls. There are no guards standing outside of my closed cell since there is nowhere I could go even if I wanted to. This prison bar made of steel weighs a fuck ton and the keys are some fancy confusing shit I’ve never seen before.
With no one around me there’s nothing to distract me from my fear and thoughts. All I keep thinking is that I met the quota. I met it! That should be a good thing. So what did she mean by “I’ll see you later”? Was it just a trick? Did meeting the quota not matter at all? Will I just receive a lesser punishment but one nonetheless? I groan and clutch my chest at the rapid pace of my pulse and the pain it shoots through my body. I pace to try and return the blood to liquid again, instead of this brick it’s formed, preventing me from breathing but as I pace, the pain travels to my back and it doesn’t go away, it only continues to grow and spread.
Coming down the hallway now are quick steps, the feet are fast approaching my cell. I stand frozen as I can tell it’s the feet of one person, not many. My eyes are widened as I watch to see my nightmare materialize in front of me. She smiles when she sees me and her smile sends chills through my bones. As she moves to open my cell, I know I can do nothing else but accept my fate. I swallow against the dryness of my throat as she closes the cell behind her. She has guns strapped around her waist along with blades, her usual attire. I watch her hands to see if she’ll make a move for any of them.
As her hand moves to her waist, I contemplate whether making a jump toward her to disarm her would be the biggest mistake I could make in my life. I decide against it, feeling my eyes grow warm with the sting of tears that I swear against in my head, the only place I feel I can be myself. I hear a click and the room goes quiet. It’s as if my heart has just stopped and I’m deafened. She walks over to a corner of the room where she places her detached armaments. Perhaps she feels like delivering torture without weapons today, I think but when she turns back around, her hand moves to her waist again and this time when they come up, so does her shirt over her head.
She’s standing there in a black lace bra, transparent enough so that I can see her nipples. I should feel relieved but the last time she fucked me, it was terrifying. She drops her pants and she has on a matching black lace panty, also see-through. As she walks toward me in a hurry, I can see the muscles in her abdomen flow into her movement. “What are you waiting for?” she asks me. “Strip.”
My hands tremble as I work to do as she says before I’m standing there in my boxers, feeling damn insecure. When she places a soft hand on my chest scabbed over from our last encounter, she runs her finger along the scar as if in pleasure of the reminder. I shiver as if she’d just punched me.
“Why so jumpy?” she asks.
I try to speak but my words only come out as a stutter, unable to form real words; pure gibberish.
“Don’t worry. If you’re lucky, I won’t use any weapons on you today. I just want to blow off some steam.” She shakes and by the look in her eyes along with the jitters, I know she’s high. I’ve seen a lot of high bitches.
She grabs my face as if she frantically needs the heat of my body to keep her from shivering and she presses a hard kiss against my mouth. I’m unsure what to do with my hands. I don’t know what my purpose is in this situation. I know from the last time that I’m hers for the taking but she’s not mine. I’m not entitled to her body as much as she is, to mine. I guess it’s just my duty to be the object she abuses, moves around and uses as she pleases.
“Come on, use your hands. What are they there for?” She slaps me on the arm.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” I say against her lips, rambling on and moving fast to place my hands on her body in a way that’s uncomfortable for the both of us.
She grabs my tongue into her mouth, biting down on it until blood fills my mouth. “Shut up and fuck me,” she says.
Okay, I guess today’s a different day? I don’t want to mess up and do the wrong thing so as my hands shake, I pull her underwear off her and walk her over to the bed where I don’t want to push her down on it on the chance of offending her so I just give her a nudge and a nod, encouraging her to sit down. Confused and flustered about what to do next, I pull her knees apart and lean forward to get to work between her legs regardless of the pain and the metallic taste flooding my mouth because as much as this hurts, I’m sure not doing as she says would hurt me a lot worse.
As I begin to bring my head closer to her, she grabs me by my hair, pulling so hard I feel like I’m losing clumps of it as she drags my head away. When I look up at her face, she’s offended nonetheless and I’m terrified. “Don’t put your fucking bloody tongue on me, are you stupid?” She slaps the side of my head. “Use your fucking fingers or something dumbfuck.”
“Yes.” My answer is short, fast and my tone is low as I rush to rub her clit with a shaky hand. She smiles, unhooking her bra and removing it as she lays down and allows herself to get into it.
She moans, grabbing my other hand and placing it on her breast. I take my cue from her as I begin to pump her breast and essentially jerk her off. As she shudders, her knees shoot up and her legs spread even further apart. “Fuck me!” she screams like a banshee and I hop to my feet, laying over her as I insert myself and begin thrusting. I can feel enough pleasure to keep me erect but as I stare at the devil before me, I just want to give her what she wants so that she can leave me alone. I don’t look at her face, I just keep thrusting, fucking her without care, with no technique or affection, just hard and fast until I feel myself on the edge. I know I’m not allowed to finish before her. She’s the boss after all, so I hold it back until she arches her back and screams, shuddering, vibrating to a stop before laughing.
I hop off her, allowing myself to finish as well, watching my cum eject. She’s not rushing to move or get dressed as she lays there, catching her breath and allowing her sweat to cool. I’m unsure what to do or say but I ask, “May I get dressed?”
“What do I look like? Your mother?” she asks.
I pause because I’m not sure what that means.
“Yes, fuck tart, get dressed.” She jumps up from the bed and starts to do the same.
As I watch her standing before me in her bra and jeans, I can’t help wondering what this all means and how it will end. Even though my voice comes out as barely a whisper, I clear my throat and ask, “Why me?”
She looks at me annoyed. “Why you what?”
“Why’d you choose me as your fuck toy? I’m not that special.” I look away.
