by Renee Adams
Opening the door a little more, I know it’s a good sign that the corridor is empty. It means Xavier hasn’t sent for me yet, but it’s only just a matter of time. He won’t stop until he gets me, I know that, but maybe I could sneak attack on him while Damian is trying to get him as well? He is expecting Damian to try to rescue me, but hell, I am a strong woman. I don’t need a man to come to my rescue, I need to save myself and my friends! Girl power and all that shit. Now I just need to come up with a plan for not getting myself killed.
Opening the door to the main control building feels like I am walking into Hell’s gate. It takes every ounce of strength I can muster to pull the handle and walk inside as the smell of my death lurks at my feet. I have so many people relying on me to get them out, most importantly Olivia. My sweet, beautiful and sassy girl. She doesn’t even realize the hold she has on me in this short amount of time. It certainly isn’t love yet, but getting out of this shit hole, getting away from the drama, I could certainly see this turning into love. I’ve never loved anyone before. The thought scares the shit out of me, more than walking into this lion’s den.
I need to clear these thoughts before I walk inside! I cannot go in here acting like some love sick fool! He will see right through me and kill me right away. I need to give Xavier the illusion that was just in it to fuck her, and now I am delivering her in a locked closet, just for him. As far as his buddies that are still handcuffed and knocked out in the cell? I guess I need to come up with an explanation for them quick.
The place is lit up like a Christmas tree, especially with all the lights out throughout the rest of the prison. I can still hear that pained moaning sound, and the further I walk the louder the agonizing sound gets. I scan each room as I pass by to ensure they are clear of anyone, then I keep walking into what feels like the belly of the beast.
After clearing what looks like someone’s office, I can tell that whoever is moaning is in the next room, and I try to prepare myself. Peering into the long glass window on the door, it’s not the office break room that catches my attention, but the girl tied to a chair that has since fallen over with the girl lying on her side. What turns my stomach and almost makes me lose its contents is her face. A jagged X is carved into her face with the ends beginning at her temples, crossing over her nose and ending at the corner of her jaw line. Although the wound is obviously fresh, the bleeding appears to have stopped. She seems to be passed out but still moaning in her sleep like her body is still awake. As much as it pains me, I need to keep moving. I know she is alive, and leaving her there is safer. Since nobody is in the room with her that means that they have left her for dead, and leaving her is her best hope for survival. I can’t tell if this is Cori or Mary, but given the fact that she is wearing dirty scrubs, I know she works with Olivia.
Rounding the corner, I see him. Sitting at one of the visitation tables almost like an official person, around him are men with probably a sick case of hero worship. Cons are all the same, they stick together, and they will always be that way. These guys are all the ones who are with Xavier, definitely not a snitch in this bunch. If you are a snitch, of course, you know the saying “snitches get stitches.” More like snitches go in ditches. Snitches die all the time in prison, which is I’m sure accounting for the dead men around him.
Xavier's guys drag in another guy having him kneel before Xavier like some king on a throne, this guy is already beaten to a pulp, and his face is nearly unrecognizable. I can’t make out what Xavier says to him, but I see X raise his foot and kick the guy in the face, he lands in a heap at X’s feet. The guys drag him off and throw him on top of a guard that has already been killed. But I also see an older woman, eyes open, unseeing. She isn’t wearing any pants, and like the girl down the hall, there is an X carved into her face. Although, this bitch’s throat has been slit, a thick pool of blood kissing the floor. I don’t know how long she has been dead, but it seems like she died a horrible, painful death. I am assuming that this is Mary, although I am not sure. I hear moaning coming from a corner that I can’t see yet since I haven’t entered the room. Taking a deep breath, I walk in.
Leaving that closet is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. When going somewhere I don’t want to go, I find that my feet feel like concrete and putting one foot in front of the other seems near impossible. The only thing that is keeping me moving is thoughts of my friends and Jack. If it wasn’t for them, I probably would just lay down and take whatever may come. I decide not to take the direct route to where Xavier is hiding. I want to go around and see what is out there. See if I can see any cops around the gates and fencing. I think that would make me feel better to see a brigade of rescue. Plus, it might give me the element of surprise if he doesn’t see me leaving the direct path to where he is if he is watching the camera feeds.
Walking outside, I don’t know what to expect, but pitch black is not what I was thinking I would see. It’s completely dark, the shot tower lights aren’t on which is usually a beacon of light. Shivers race up and down my spine, with goosebumps breaking out on my body. People never think they are afraid of the dark until they are in the pitch dark, and then you feel all kinds of things, from being watched to a deep despair of being alone. Let me say this now if a zombie apocalypse happened, I want at least one other person with me, so I wouldn’t feel this lonely.
Rounding the corner, I see zero lights except the one building that I know Xavier is in. Makes me wonder where the cops are, they have to know by now. I mean seriously, I know my mom would have called 911 since I’m not home yet. Walking closer to the control room, it feels like a weight is holding me down, making it impossible to move.
The stillness of the night leaves a void of all sound, except the slight chirping from crickets and grasshoppers. The quiet chirps ring loud in my ears and I guess I’m hyper-aware to my surroundings. Nothing else is heard. I would think that there would be chaos outside with the fact that we are in the midst of a riot. I am assuming that most of the inmates have escaped.
Tip-toeing towards the building that very well could house the man that will destroy me, my mouth goes dry and the sweat factor increases tenfold. I hear the faint sounds of footsteps shuffling on concrete and I instantly freeze, and try to assess my surroundings, which is incredibly hard in the pitch black. Not hearing any other sounds and after controlling my breathing I continue on. Trying to keep my steps light I am almost to the control room when I can feel it. That tingling in your spine, the way the back of your head feels heavy because someone is near and they are watching. Before I can let out a scream, a big hand covers my mouth and pulls me to the ground. The last thing I see is a fist coming straight for my face before it all goes black.
“I didn’t think your dumb ass would come to us. I was letting you enjoy the last piece of pussy you were ever going to have before I rip your heart out,” Xavier snarls.
“Yeah, well, she’s got a grade A piece of pussy, once you get it, you don’t know what to do with yourself. How I ended up here.”
“See, Damian, I didn’t want to kill you, I thought when we first got here that you would be an asset to me. But you kept watching her whenever she came near, then I knew you were stuck on the smell of her pussy, so you would never be with me, just against me.”
“You didn’t know that, Xavier, you carried this out with the help of your wannabes, and you never knew what I could do for you,” I bite out, knowing he is falling into what I am saying.
“And what is that? What could you do for me that I can’t do myself?”
“Take you straight to her.” He looks shocked. Good, it’s what I wanted. He licks his nasty lips, and I want nothing more than to pull them off with my bare hands. But I need him to trust me.
“Xavier, not only can I take you straight to her, but I can tell you everything about the bitch.”
“Ahhh, I see. Am I supposed to believe that you aren’t trying to save her?” I can see the evil glint in his eye.
“You can believe wha
tever the fuck you want to believe, but pussy is pussy. I’ve had my fill, so now I don’t care what you do to her. Just had to get my dick wet before you got her.”
“Don’t blame you for wanting to get your dick wet, she is a fine piece of pussy. But my question to you is, you’re an ex-cop so how the fuck am I supposed to believe that you don’t have some sort of hero complex and want to save her?”
“Are you done? I’ll go get her right now, but I don’t have to explain myself to you.” I turn on my heel to walk out keeping my ears open for any movement behind me. I guess I am so distracted by making sure he doesn’t make a move on me that I didn’t see some big guy bring in an unconscious Olivia thrown over his shoulder.
“Yes, the main guest has arrived at our little party. Now tell me, dirty cop, what is saving me from gutting you like a fish? What are you going to do now that I have no need for you? You’re a dirty cop which let’s face it, are a dime a dozen in this city. I have plenty on my payroll, I don’t need one that has already been caught being dirty and landed in this shit hole.”
As Xavier speaks, I find it amusing that he is the leader of a gang. He has a way of talking that people just respond to. It’s hard to think he has done the ruthless shit that he has. You almost feel like you are listening to a Mafia boss instead of a street gang leader.
The brute that has Olivia dumps her on the floor which causes her to stir. I notice a little swelling by her eye and my blood boils. But there is nothing I can do about it.
Xavier looks at her like she is a prized show pony as she writhes around on the floor, moaning in pain. He licks his lips sinisterly like the Big Bad Wolf. When he looks up at me and smiles I know this isn’t going to be good.
“I want you to bring me her mom and son.”
Ouch, my eye hurts! And for the love of all that is talking, whoever is talking, please shut the fuck up! I think to myself. I’d voice it all out loud, but it feels like I can’t open my mouth. Cotton seems to have replaced the saliva in my mouth and I would give anything for water. Everything is a blur. I was walking through the pitch black corridor when suddenly the darkness became darker. It’s funny how you can’t remember what happened and then all of a sudden you do and it hits you like a ton of bricks. You get paralyzed and rooted to where you lay when either the fear or embarrassment hit you. This time I’m not embarrassed, I’m scared out of my wits. Keeping my eyes closed because I don’t want to face the man that will end my life.
Hearing the voices a little more clearly, I can pick out that smooth as raw silk on your skin, sweet as honey voice of Damian. I think I could pick that voice up anywhere. But I also hear him. The slick tongue of Xavier, like a snake in the grass slithering his words over my skin. Goosebumps break out, my fight or flight is screaming at me to get up and run, but I’m paralyzed. The fear is too much, I just want to lay here.
Then I hear Xavier say words that instantly has my blood running cold, shoving ice right through my veins. He wants Damian to go get Jack and my mom. I can’t let them get hurt. I will fight to the death if I have to, and I will win because nobody and I mean nobody will hurt my son. I realize that I am waiting with bated breath for what Damian will say.
“Why, Xavier?”
“Because what better way to get this bitch whore to do what I want? She can watch me tear her boy apart limb from limb. She can listen to him scream out for her and watch as his life drains before her eyes,” he snarls.
“I’ll do what I can, but I make no promises Xavier. How the hell do you expect me to not get caught?”
“I don’t give a good goddamn how you expect to not get caught. Just get me the fucking boy and mother. Use your cop connections, I know most are just as dirty as you. I employ most of the dirty ones who are filthier than me.”
“Say I do this, say I get the kid and the mom, what the hell then?” Damian is a fucking rat, I knew it. I wanted to trust him so bad.
“Then we talk about your employment opportunities,” Xavier says it so nonchalantly, as a business man in some corporate tower giving out his dinner order.
I’m scared. Terrified. No. No, there are no words to convey just how terrified I am. But I know this, I know that I will not let this monster hurt my baby. I don’t care if he rips me limb by limb, having a world where my baby boy is gone is a world I don’t want to live in. It’s a world I won’t live in. In my short time on this earth, his is even shorter. He has such a bright light about him, and I refuse to let it get snuffed out by some maniac.
Rolling onto my side I start coughing. My stomach hurts like someone stepped on me. Standing up hurts, but I manage to get my feet under me. I don’t know what I am going to do when I see Xavier but gouge his eyes out is a good option.
“Finally, the bitch has woken up.” Nope, not his eyes, I want to rip his tongue out with my bare hands. I spit by his feet.
“Damian, before you leave, hold her. She needs to learn a fucking lesson.” The urge to go limp in Damian’s arms is strong, but I need to stand my ground.
“You don’t have a lesson that I need to learn.” Sassy, but will probably be costly.
“Oh bitch, I am going to enjoy this. Damian, take her to her knees.”
Xavier unties the drawstring on his pants, and I immediately freeze. Damian wraps his hands around my arms and lifts as if he is going to carry me to the enemy. Which I guess in a sense he is.
“Olivia, just do as you are fucking told. Maybe he will let you live” Damian says, and Xavier immediately starts laughing this deep, throaty sound that makes my skin crawl.
“Let her live? I wouldn’t let her live if it was down to her or the cop that arrested me. Poor, poor Olivia. So scared, so sweet. I can’t wait to taste your life as it flows out of you. You will be punished for all the things you have done to me. I am going to keep you alive for as long as I can. I want you to see what I do to your boy, so you can’t miss that show now, not when you are the main star!”
It’s funny how you lose all hope because something weird happens. A feeling of fullness fills you, almost like you can’t take anymore so your body shuts off. You kind of tune out what people say, it is like your body is saying, ‘it’s ok, I got you.’
“Olivia, just go. I mean shit, you wanted to suck my cock the minute you met me. I’m sure you know how and I am sure you will be fine,” Damian says to me, his words filling me with the sour taste of disgust. I rear my head back to head butt him, but I miss. If I get out of this shit storm, I will murder him with my bare hands. I never thought I would be capable of murder, I was too pure to do something so evil. But right now, I could and would do it, if it changed the situation.
Damian shoves me towards Xavier, and I start to dry heave. I want to vomit, but nothing will come up. These heaves sound like they come from the bottom of my feet all the way up. I can’t do this, I just can’t. Just thinking of that man putting his dick anywhere near my mouth has me finally emptying the contents of my stomach down on my shoes. Damian drops me, and I fall to all fours while still heaving.
“You nasty bitch! It’s ok you don’t have to suck my cock, for now. But I will get a piece then.”
He slowly starts to walk toward me, and it’s as if I can see the air moving with each of his steps. The heaving hasn’t stopped, just nothing is coming out anymore and I am a sweaty mess. He starts to rub his erection through his pants and using his other hand to untie the drawstring on his pants. This is it, this is the end.
I feel so betrayed by Damian. When we were alone, he was all ‘I won’t let anything happen to you, Livvy.’ The revelation of his betrayal hits me like a slap in the face with ice cold water. He is trying to tell me something. I don’t know what it is, but he has never called me Olivia by choice before, only when I yell at him over it. It’s always been Livvy.
Watching Xavier stalk toward my woman is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Not even when I was first sentenced to prison and had no idea what to expect of life behind the gate did that moment compare to th
e helplessness I feel now. She is completely cracked and rightfully so. I have betrayed her. I am trying to get a message to her, but she is too zoned out to comprehend anything. Now she is on the floor with this piece of shit walking towards her.
“Wait. What if I get her ready for you?” I implore, trying to keep the plea out of my voice.
“Why should I let you?”
“Because I have been in this pussy, so I know it’s good. You want her all ready for you don’t you? I can make her go limp, and turn to putty in your hands.” I feel sick.
“Okay, yeah, she needs to be ready for this dick. Possibly all the other dicks in here too.”
I walk over to where she is still spewing on the floor. Even a sweaty, pukey mess she is still the most beautiful, breathtaking creature I have ever seen. I want nothing more than to grab her and run like hell, only stopping for her kid and Mom. I go to push some hair from her face, and she smacks my hand away. I deserve it even if I don’t like it. She hates me and rightfully so, but it doesn’t hurt any less. But it shows me that she still has fight left in her. Thank God.
“Olivia.”
“Don’t you fucking touch me, don’t you dare touch me! You hurt me, you have been working with him, and I said it when all this started, but you promised me! You fucking promised!” her voice is loud, deep from within her lungs and tears cascade like a waterfall down her face. I wish I could take the betrayal away, but maybe this is for the better.