COSMO
“It’syourlastchance to decide, pretty boy. Any minute now, these cell doors are going to swing open, and you’re going to walk the Rock with every man here looking to tap that fresh ass. What’s it going to be?”
I’d thought Mother’s display box was terrifying, but it was nothing compared to prison. Curled up in a ball on the bottom bunk I shared with another inmate, I tried to lie still, but no matter how much I burrowed myself into the scratchy blanket, I couldn’t stop shaking. How swiftly everything had changed. Instead of being in isolation where I could execute the next phase of my plan, I was now being forced to protect myself from other inmates.
This wasn’t what I’d had in mind. I’d be lucky to survive one night in this jail cell. I barely slept a wink, listening to every sound: the crude pants and groans, the muffled cries of pain. If only I’d taken the pill Virgil had given me.
Surely death was better than this.
For the most part, my cellmate was quiet, but I’d seen the way he watched me, his eyes a reflection of how Virgil had looked at me sometimes. I wasn’t so naïve that I didn’t know what he wanted, but maybe it would have been better if I didn’t. What if he sneaked up to my bunk and forced me against my will? He was too big for me to fight him. This wasn’t how I wanted my first time to go.
“What’s a pretty boy like you doing in the slammer?” he’d drawled.
Damn, he must have sensed I was awake. I didn’t answer—was too terrified to answer—and I feigned sleep, but then the bunk bed shifted, and before I knew it, a hand was on my leg.
“There’s only one way you’re going to survive in here, princess. You gonna be somebody’s bitch eventually, so I’mma give you the opportunity to be mine.”
Tears filled my eyes, and a sob was close to breaking free. How had I gotten myself into this mess? Why had Virgil ruined everything? We could have been happy together. All he’d needed to do was forgive me for making him kill Mother.
When the hand lifted from my leg, I pressed my face to the rock-hard pillow and cried as quietly as I could. He left me alone for the rest of the night but struck up a one-sided conversation about what being his prison bitch would be like. I’d have his protection, he said, and all I needed was to keep our cell clean and suck his dick whenever he wanted.
As morning inched closer, his offer of his protection became more and more appealing. I wasn’t used to being on my own. No way would I survive being in prison for god knew how long until I would be granted bail. If I would be at all. I’d met the public defender briefly yesterday, and he hadn’t been able to hide his lack of confidence in persuading the judge.
Whether I liked it or not, I needed this man’s protection. At least he hadn’t forced me but given me an option.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Yeah? You finally come to your senses?” He chuckled. “Come on down here and let me get a good look at you.”
Morning light streamed inside through the small windows. In the cell opposite ours, one inmate was doing pushups. The other lay on the top bunk, still fast asleep.
“Hurry, boy, before the warden makes his rounds.”
Feet shaking, I climbed down and stood in front of the thick man sitting on his bunk. He wasn’t the biggest man I’d seen here, but he was the one who posed a more immediate threat to me.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.” He reached a hand out, and I flinched as he stroked my cheek and thumbed my bottom lip. “Sweet. Perfect for cocksucking. Tell me, boy. You ever sucked a dick before?”
I dropped my eyes and shook my head.
“Of course you haven’t,” he scoffed as if he didn’t believe me. “No way some man hasn’t made you gag on his dick before. But let’s go along. How would you like to taste your first cock?”
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t respond. He shifted and dug something out from under his mattress. When I saw the condom, I almost wept with relief. Sucking his dick was one thing. Sucking him off raw was another.
He pushed down the front of his trousers, and a swollen, angry dick sprang free. It wasn’t too long, but it was thick, and I swallowed.
“Get down on your knees.”
I sank down on my knees. His hands tugged painfully at my hair, and he shoved his cock between my parted lips. The latex tasted awful, but it was still better than having his bare flesh in my mouth. I gagged, fighting against the object being forced down my throat.
“Fuck.”
Tears rolled down my face. Tears of pain from how rough he had been, but also of relief that it was over as quickly as it had begun. My jaw felt sore, and I rubbed my scalp where he’d gripped me. He grinned at me as he rolled off the condom.
“I’m going to have some fun with that mouth.”
I have to get out of here.
Shower time came too soon and I shuffled out of the cell, following my cellmate. Men walking behind me called me all kinds of names, and the closer I got to the communal bathroom, the harder my heart was pounding until it felt like I might have a heart attack.