Slammer

“Right on time,” he said, his lips sliding against the side of my face.

Nausea thickened in my throat and my heart sped up when I realized he’d planned this. At that moment, the COs were running around like crazy trying to get the prison back in order. No one was even thinking about me or where I was. I was sure of it.

The inmate took his hand away from my mouth, sure that I wouldn’t scream, and whatever he was jabbing me in the back with was moved to my throat. Cold, sharp metal pressed against me and dug into my skin when I swallowed hard.

Quickly, I ran the names of the inmates in the infirmary through my head, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out who it was behind me. All I knew was that he was tall and smelled like vomit.

With large hands, he caressed my breasts, making my breath catch in my chest. I wanted to scream, but I knew if I made any noise, he’d slit my throat. His hand moved down the front of me, skimming my stomach before he grabbed me between my legs.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy’s warm. I can feel it through your pants.”

I was going to be sick. I was going to throw up and end up getting my throat cut. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold it down. The bile was already burning the back of my throat.

Suddenly, I was being turned and my eyes collided with Carlos Perez. I’d learned a lot about Carlos. Like the fact that he was the leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in Fulton.

His eyes glazed over, and a demonic happiness filled his expression. He moved closer, his chest pressing to mine, and his heated breath filled my nostrils. The smell was so terrible that I gagged.

His eyes darted around the space, searching through a small slit in the curtain, before he refocused on me. The alarm continued to blare through my brain, and I began to pray that maybe it was still going off because they were searching for me.

His eyes glistened, and I knew he was high on something. I inhaled sharply, wishing I could run, but with something sharp still pressed tightly against my throat, I knew I had to remain still.

Again, he moved his free hand down over my breasts and grinned. Dizziness swept over me, and I began to worry that I was going to faint. As if knowing I was getting weak, he moved even closer, resting his thigh between my legs.

Something tickled the side of my neck, and I knew from the tiny sting on my throat that it was my own blood trickling down. I was bleeding. I had no doubt in my mind that this man was going to rape and murder me right under the CO’s noses.

His hand left my breasts and began to move down until his fingers were brushing the top of my pants. Roughly, he pulled at the elastic waistband and shoved his hand down them. I gasped, a tiny squeak pushing past my lips.

“Make a noise and you die.”

He forced me against the bed, the rails digging into my back. Fear coursed through me, sharp and alarming. I didn’t want to get on the bed, but I also didn’t want to die. In the back of my mind, I continued to pray that someone would come and help me. But then again, someone coming could also push him to slit my throat even faster.

“Get on the bed.”

Doing as he asked, I sat on the bed and pulled my legs up. I could feel my blood running down my chest and between my breasts.

Reaching between us, he untied my scrubs with one quick pull of the string. Closing my eyes, I prayed harder than I had in my entire life. I prayed that when I opened my eyes, he’d be gone, but when I finally did, he was still there, looming over me with something sharp in one hand and palming his hard penis through his uniform with the other.

“Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy.”

I was being violated in so many ways, and I was mortified. There wasn’t anything I could do, even though a scream was slowly working its way up my throat. I was beginning to think that maybe death was better than being raped.

The flashing lights stopped, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before the alarm shut off as well. As soon as it was quiet, I’d make a noise. Even if it meant dying, I’d make some kind of sound to let the COs know I wasn’t okay.

He pushed at my shoulders, and I lay back with a stiff spine. I began to open my thighs, cool air rushing past my knees and across my cotton panties.

“Lose the panties,” he growled.

His fingers shifted, and the blade stung my neck once more. Finally, he pulled the blade away long enough to reach down and unzip his khakis. He backed up a little to tug them down over his hips, revealing his hard cock.

I took the chance while I had it. Kicking him back, I screamed as loud as I could. The bed rolled from beneath me as I jumped off and made a run for the curtain blocking us in. My screams weren’t loud enough to be heard over the alarm, but I kept screaming anyway.