"Can I ask you a question, Mason?" I began when I finally began to see him stir from the deep slumber he was in.
He jumped up when I spoke, clearly not expecting to see me standing beside his bed, dressed in a suit with a half lit joint in between my lips. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his red eyes were confused as he nodded his head slowly.
"What's that song you're always humming?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the better of me.
He always hummed a certain tune, and sang terribly when he did. It irritated me but whenever he did this, he seemed so immersed in what he was doing that I revelled in the silence of him not speaking to me. I noticed that he did that whenever I ignored him or whenever he'd just gotten back from his showers where he seemed most vulnerable.
I didn't know if it was his coping mechanism or what, but now, now I had to ask.
"What?" He asked me, confused and his voice hoarse from sleep.
"You're always humming and singing this song, I've never heard it before," I explained and finally, understanding flashed across his features as he looked away from my eyes and then down at my clothing, confused again.
"Oh, that," he said softly as he sat up on the weak mattress and ran his hand through his hair.
He yawned and his breath reeked but we were in prison, and this place didn't exactly care about giving us mouth wash and toothpaste. Sure there were toothbrushes but the fact that there was no toothpaste caused our mouths to emit odours very quickly in the day.
"Why do you want to know?" He asked me after some time, his tone soft as he looked down at his hands.
I was silent, "I hope I'm not overstepping a boundary," I said, ignoring his question.
"Uhm," he cleared his throat, "it's a song my mum used to sing to me," he said as he looked up at me and gave me a tight lipped smile, "and I sang it to my daughter."
"Wow," I replied as I took the joint out of my lips and let out a breath, "you have a daughter?"
He nodded, "yeah, I do."
I sat down beside him on his bed as I reached out and handed him my joint, which he looked at before meeting my eyes and accepting it. He put it to his lips as he took a long deep pull and then coughed.
"Tell me about her," I said as I placed both of my arms on my legs and leaned forward. Looking down at the shoes my brother had bought for me, the brown shiny leather shoes, custom made, just for me.
"Well...her name's Nicki and, she's honestly the best thing that has ever happened to me. She's...she's so perfect," he said softly, with affection in his voice, "man, I'm talking about the most beautiful girl in the world..."
He chuckled humourlessly, "she adores me, she loves me, and she, she doesn't see the monster I truly am. I would stop the world for her, VII, I really would do anything for my little angel. I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday, being in that hospital room, as I held her in my arms and she was crying. She was so tiny and I could carry her with a single hand."
"You think you know love, until you get a child, now that, that's love."
I nodded as I listened to him, "that's...she sounds amazing. How old is she?"
"Four years old," he said, anger seeping into his voice, "I've been in here for three years," he said bitterly, "Carter took me away from my child. Carter took me away from the love of my life, do you know how that shit hurts? I've spoken to her only three times since I've been in here, and it was all through a video call. The pain of not being able to touch her, to hold her, to tell her how sorry I am, to have her smile and hug me, and tell me she loves me and call me daddy. That pain, VII, that pain is unlike anything. I prefer being stabbed than that pain of just watching her through a small square screen, a blurry image of her as she just sits there silent...I hate it," he said finally, and I heard him being to cry.
I rubbed the back of my neck, at his burst of emotion and then reached out as I placed a hand comfortingly on his shoulder and tapped him, as a way to help him.
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The door banged open, causing an echo throughout the room, "what the hell have you done?" I heard a voice snap with anger and I held my breath as I continued with my sit ups.
"All of my guards are dead! All of the cells were opened and the prisoners are going to revolt! What have you done?" Carter yelled as he kicked me in the back and I hissed.
My back felt raw from all of the beatings and him kicking it with his big heavy boots caused immense pain throughout my body.
"Do you know what you have done?" Carter yelled as two of his guards came and gripped me by my arms and hoisted me up, so I faced him.
This felt a lot like the first time when I had faced the man and I smirked at that. He glared at me, his face red from pure rage as he snarled and breathed through his nostrils loudly. Like a bull.
"Answer me when I speak to you!" He exclaimed as he punched me and my head simply turned a little.
I've gotten much worse blows than this man's stupid weak old hands. I looked back at him, keeping my breathing laboured, "if you ever touch me again," I paused, "I will kill you."
"You'll kill me?" He asked, a smile of amusement on his face, "you'll kill me?" He laughed as he asked this and I nodded.
He laughed even more, "not if I fucking do it first," he said as he pulled out a gun and held it to my head. Now it was my turn to laugh as I shook my head at his bravery. This man clearly didn't hear the stories about all those who'd ever pointed a gun at me, but then again, nobody present in that room ever lived to tell the tale and advise others against it.
"Laugh all you want, you bastard. I know I'll be the one laughing when I hand you over to the goddamn government, and you disappear for no one to ever find you again," he said and I laughed again.
"You think the government doesn't know who I am? You think I've never met the president? Oh, Carter, you've really insulted me," I said as I looked at the gun he pointed at me. He held a Glock 19 9 mm semi-automatic pistol to my head.
"If you think that you can ever escape this place, you've got another thing coming," Carter said as he began to press his finger on the trigger and I looked at him dead in the eye.
"You can never stop me, Carter, you know I can walk out of this place whenever I want," I said to him, a smirk on my face.
"So you say you can leave at any time you want, you say I can't stop you, then why the hell are you here?" He asked me. He tried to make it seem like he had control over this situation but to me he was an amateur. He didn't know who he was dealing with, once again he thought he had me, but he didn't. He never did. He would pay the price for thinking that he could ever capture me.
I didn't reply, I just tried to break out of the hold of the two guards but they were fighting me and forcing me to stay still.
I heard Carter begin to laugh, "my, my, I guess Kitty has done it once again," he said as he lowered his gun and walked up to me, smirking and smug.
He didn't say anything and neither did I as we both sized each other up. His beady eyes looking into mine with bravery and anger, he showed his emotions just like the amateur that he was. I wanted to savour this moment, when he looked into my eyes, and then put it in my memory for the final time we have a stare off and I'll be the last person he sees before he dies.
"Well," he began after some time, taking out a handkerchief as he blew his nose and I pulled my head back away from him. The last thing I wanted was to catch anything from this old man, "Kitty, is my girl, and you don't want to ever come after what's mine, you hear me, prisoner?"
I raised an eyebrow, I wanted to push him over the limit, I wanted to make him mad, wanted to make him feel that he really didn't have things under control so I chuckled, "really? I really think Kitty prefers me over you, after all I wouldn't pass out after a single round, much probably like you do."
I cried out when he hit me with the butt of his gun on the side of my face, close to my eye, and I shut my eyes tight as he kicked me in the balls and I bent over, trying to catch my breath.
He bent down to the level I was on and I grit my teeth as his guards forced me to open my eyes and face Carter. His eyes went over my face, "by the time you leave this place and manage to escape, again I'll have scarred you so bad. You won't know the difference from your ass and your dick."
He glared at me and I just chuckled and seen his jaw tick, "go shower," he said to me, "you reek of a bad attitude."
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"You know, Kitty, I could give you so much more than what Carter or any other person can," I began as I could feel a smirk growing on my face as I looked at Kitty who sat across from me. Stoic and straight faced as always, her eyes watching me, "I'm not saying leave the poor guy, but...yeah, dump his ass."I grunted when the guard whipped me with a baton on the back of my head and my head banged on the table and I started seeing stars so I just shut my eyes as I began to feel myself getting weaker from that hit.I shut my eyes tightly and let out groans at the pain of that hit, "you know," I began through loud breaths, "I'm going to get out of this place and when I do, I'm going to get every single one of you, and kill you," I said and I felt a hand on my neck as they forced me to look up at Kitty and my head bobbed uncontrollably. I felt like I couldn't control my neck.So the guard kept
"You need to tell me more about you," I began, "we had an agreement, Kitty, and you're not sticking to it."She blinked as she looked at me with a hard exterior, "what do you want to know, Prisoner VII?"I know she didn't have much of a good life and I wanted to ask about it but I also know that she won't tell me, so I'll just ask about other things that can somehow get her to open up a bit more. I was still waiting for Axwell to give me the information on her but I don't know if I can stay in here any longer, honestly.Carter was making my life a living hell and he wasn't lying when he said he was going to scar me. The man was here every morning, he and his two personal guards would come into the room, pour a bucket of ice cold water over me and then when I jumped up from my sleep with a shocking start, they'd grab me and just beat me with batons until
WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL ADDRESS ISSUES OF RAPE, DRUGS, ABUSE AND MURDER."What was it that you said, again?" I asked Carter as I stood before him and he looked at me with nothing but fear and terror in his eyes, "oh yes that I was going to pay, that you were going to scar me so badly, I'd never be the same," I paused and then nodded as I unbuttoned my shirt and then let it fall to the floor.Walking away from him so he could see how badly he scarred me, all over my back, all I had were the lash markings from all those times he came into my cell with his two guards and they would whip me for no reason, laughing and making lewd jokes while they done so.Now it was time for them to pay.When I had picked up my phone and called Axwell he was there in an hour. We released every single one of the prisoner's by overriding the system and opening every single cell door and gate
I watched as she walked into her apartment and immediately tossed aside the wig of long flawless curly black hair to reveal short curly hair which made her look so much younger and innocent. I watched as she took off those red thigh high heeled boots and I held my breath, watching her intensely as she started to remove every article of clothing until she was left in her underwear.She had the perfect toned body. Legs that seemed like she never missed leg day, they looked good enough to bite into and taste. Her flat stomach with the outlines of abs, had me inching closer to get a closer look. She was absolutely perfect. Everything from the nutmeg skin tone that glowed to her pretty toes was picture perfect.I smiled at the sight and watched as she began to dance a bit and then moved to the kitchen to pull out a beer bottle and she chugged it down. Leaning lazily against the fridge as she mo
I entered the basement with a smile on my face and a prep in my step as I whistled, looking at my three men. Carter looked like he was dying from the blood loss, and the other two of his guards were lying in their own pile of shit and piss.The room had a strong pungent smell and I made a disgusted face as I put on my mask, to not breathe in the disgusting smell of sweat, shit, piss and blood. Though I loved the smell of blood, I hated the smell of piss and shit.I walked over to the whip, and looked at the two guards, "I'm in a good mood today," I announced as I whipped the air and heard the loud sound of the whip slicing through the air, "you want to know why?" I asked the guards but all they did was scream weakly and beg for mercy some more but I rolled my eyes and sighed.I heard the sound of the basement door open and I turned around to see my brother standing there, wearing a dress p
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