Page 25 of Hell & Back

Darren didn’t move a muscle as they backed out and slammed the cell door behind them. It was like hearing the executioners ax landing his killing blow. Any hope of making it out of here in one piece went out the window when that poisonous drug was shot into his arm.

Crockett smiled and nodded to someone out of sight as he lingered outside his cell. “Wanna see what you’ll become?”

Two more Phantoms appeared, dragging a naked woman between them. She could barely walk and she seemed disoriented or stoned. Did they drug her? Did they use the EZ Lay shit on her? What were they going to do to her?

“Otis! Stand against the wall or you’re not getting her,” RIP ordered.

“You might want to pay attention.” Crockett took a couple of steps to the side, giving Darren a clear line of sight into Otis’s cell. He remained at the back of his cell, rubbing his neck where RIP had damn near strangled him. Somehow, some way, he was going to find RIP and as his name suggested, rip him apart.

He did not want to see what was about to happen. He had a very bad feeling about what they were going to do and his stomach knotted.

The woman was brought inside and propped with her back against the bars. She was barely standing on her own. The Phantom who’d delivered her stepped out and the other one relocked the cell. The sound of the door clanging shut hadn’t finished ringing in his ears when Otis pounced on the woman. He spun her around, shoved her face first into the bars and entered her in one forceful thrust. All the woman could do was hang onto the bars and close her eyes as he rutted into her without mercy. From Darren’s cell he could see tears leaking down her cheeks. Otis used her body roughly, banging her body into the metal bars.

Thank God it only lasted a few minutes as he came with a roar. He’d thought now that Otis had gotten some relief, they’d pull the woman out of there. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

The man was still hard as he pulled from her body. Helpless to do anything about it, he watched Otis pick the woman up by the waist and carry her to the cot. He tossed her down and spread her legs wide, slamming into her once more.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You guys are fucking sick.” Darren spat in disgust. “Why would you throw an unwilling woman in there with him?”

“That woman was also given the drug. Mentally, she might not want to fuck, but her body is craving it as much as his. After someone takes the drug, if they don’t fuck, they end up in agonizing pain.” Crockett seemed pleased by the idea and tipped his head to the man in the cell next to him. He was gripping the bars with one hand and jerking himself frantically while watching Otis and the woman. He didn’t seem to care he had tears running down his face or that he had an audience. Darren bet Crockett had never taken the drug or he wouldn’t be feeling so superior right now.

“Give it an hour and you’ll start to feel it. Give it six hours and you’ll be just like old Otis there. You’ll do anything to ease the pain.”

Darren swallowed hard, already feeling the drug slowly winding through his body. How long before he became a masturbating mess?

6

RACE

The bell above the door at Ink Envy jingled in greeting as the door swung open. Race stood with Dagger at the glass display case showcasing all the different jewelry Chris offered for piercings. Not that any of them were looking to get anything pierced, it just happened to be where they ended up when they started talking. Jackson waved in greeting and joined them at the display case.

“One of you getting something pierced?” Jackson looked between Race and Dagger.

Race snorted. “No. Not happening.”

Dagger laughed. “No. Already took care of that years ago.” He wiggled his brows up and down and grinned like an idiot.

“Was that before or after Ginny?” Jackson asked.

“After. Had to have something to entice her with.”

“Your dick wasn’t enough?” Race chuckled.

Dagger turned and scowled his direction. “Yes, my dick was enough. I just wanted to give her something she couldn’t walkaway from. So, see, it worked.” Considering they’d been married twenty-five years, it most certainly had. Not to say they hadn’t had their share of ups and downs in the beginning.

“You get your girls dropped off at Bling?” Race redirected the conversation. If Dagger was given half a chance, he could go on forever about his pierced dick and his sexual escapades.

“Yeah.” Jackson leaned an elbow on the display case.

“You want coffee?” Chris asked from the other side.

Jackson looked around and noticed everyone else was having a cup and accepted the offer. It only took a moment and Chris returned with a steaming mug and placed it on the counter in front of him.

“Thanks,” Jackson picked up the mug and took a drink. “Thanks. I needed that. Ever since Bellamy told Calliope she had a new line of baby and childrens clothes in her shop, she’s been bugging me to take her to Bling. I caught a quick glance and brother, I gotta tell you, it’s gonna cost me a fortune.” He took another drink. “Gonna cost you, too when you’re little one gets here. Better hope you’re having a boy.”

Race would be happy with either a girl or a boy as long as they were healthy. Secretly, though, he was hoping for a boy to even things out. As it stood right now, he and his son, Derrick were outnumbered three to two.

“You lucked out Dagger, your kids are older,” Jackson said.

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