Sick Fux - Page 23

Hyde had taught me how to kill.

All I needed now was to put it into practice.

Chapel rolled his head my way. “He is young and not too hard on the eyes.” He smiled, then leaned in closer. “I can appreciate the male form, Dapper Dan, but I’m afraid cock does nothing for me. I am partial to a whore’s hot, wet pussy . . . then her dying in my arms afterward, of course.” He shrugged and sat back. “Though I am not opposed to using my . . . God-granted wiles to help our cause.” His brushed back his long blond hair. “I am the quintessential narcissist, Dapper Dan. I believe my unrivaled looks can win anyone over.”

He was right.

As the days passed, the guard came closer and closer to the bars. Over the months he had snuck us paper, card, pencils and pens. I had created my cards. Chapel had used the ink to draw my tattoos.

All at the request of Chapel. All because of his seductive efforts with the cock-hungry guard . . .

“You will not kill me for touching you, will you, Dapper Dan?” he asked as he hovered over my bare skin with the needle and ink.

“Just do it,” I said through clenched teeth. As his hands touched my skin, I thought of Dolly. It was the only way I could stop myself from attacking the man that had kept me alive and untouched this far . . .

I awoke with the sound of something clattering against metal. I shot up, my eyes trying to see what was happening. Chapel was naked . . . and had the guard by his throat against the bars. Chapel’s hand covered his mouth. The guard flailed, trying to get away. I jumped to my feet, but Hyde had charged to the bars, my needle in his hand, before I could even move. He stabbed the needle into the guard’s neck.

Hyde held the guard as Chapel reached for the keys on his belt. In seconds, the door was open. I stared, fucking stared at the open door, heart slamming in my chest. Chapel seemed to be as shocked as me as he hovered on the invisible line that separated the cell and the freedom beyond.

Chapel glanced back at me, and a huge smile began to pull on his lips.

He stepped over the threshold and relieved the guard of his knife and gun. The guard’s blood trickled from his neck wound and ran down his body. My breathing increased in speed at the sight of the blood. Unlike most people, blood didn’t repulse me . . . it made my dick hard.

I walked to the falling blood like it was a magnet drawing me in. Hyde looked back as the guard’s eyes began to drain of life. I was no longer paying attention to the open door, too focused on the seeping wound on the guard’s neck.

Hyde smiled, showing all of his teeth. “End him,” he instructed. His neck cracked as he rolled it from side to side. “Use the darkness that lives inside you. Think of the all the things I taught you… and finally use them.”

A knife was suddenly in front of my face. I looked up. A still-naked Chapel was holding out the guard’s blade for me to take. “We need to be quiet,” he whispered. “Best not let the other guards know we are free. Surprise will be the key here, Dapper Dan.”

I took the knife.

I stared into the guard’s eyes.

And I plunged the blade right into his heart.

I twisted the knife, hot blood coating my tattooed hands. “I want more,” I rasped, only removing the blade when the guard’s eyes froze in eternal sleep.

“Then we should proceed,” Chapel said and readied the guard’s gun. Hyde lowered the guard to the floor, keeping hold of the needle. And we moved. One by one we took down the guards until there were none left.

We stopped at the door that led to the stairs that promised our freedom. All of us were silent as we stared at that fucking door. Eventually, Chapel threaded the key into the lock and clicked it open. Turning, he took all the keys he had gathered and threw them into the other cells. The sound of doors opening accompanied us as we raced up the stairs we had been led down so many years ago.

When we burst into the dark night, I gasped, the fresh air scalding my lungs. Hyde moved beside me, and I caught his hands clenching into fists from the corner of my eye. He broke into a sprint, heading for a house. “The Warden,” Chapel said, then followed Hyde.

Feeling my blood thrashing through my veins, I let the adrenaline take hold and ran too. As I burst through the door, I heard the sound of screaming from upstairs. Chapel made it to the bedroom just a second before me.

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