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I sit there panting for a hot lil ol’ minute while I collect myself then clean up my mess, washing the toilet and my hands thoroughly, mind on ten.

Damn, should I ask about him and get me a pen pal?

Nah, I would never want to deal with a mother fucker like that in real life. But he’s great resource material for my fantasy… it’s dark and twisted and disgusting to have such desires, but I can’t help it. I have always dreamt of being dominated to stupidness in the bedroom.

When I talk to my friends about it, they look at me like I’m crazy, claiming I have a rape fetish, but that’s not it. I don’t want it to happen in real life just… ugh… I don’t know how to explain it. Just for fake, I want to have a nigga take me to places I would never truly want from anyone else.

Even in the books that I tend to gravitate to, the girl’s will has been stripped from her, and the author has to write the smut in a way that the female is primarily getting off from the male main character getting off on her. It’s wrong, I know, but… I don’t need some cheesy, lovey-dovey storyline.

Give me some primal, open that pussy up or I’ll make you, any day…in fantasy and books, of course.In real life, I wish a nigga would. I’m not bout that life of letting a man control me, but the fantasy of it all… YES PLEASE! Honestly, I’m probably too bullheaded for some shit like that in real life anyway. I chuckle inwardly at the thought.

“Ma’am, is everything okay in there?” the attendant calls from outside, making me jump with shame.

“Y-yes… coming out!” I answer as I dry my hands and leave the bathroom, avoiding her gaze.

But whatever, I don’t even have the time for shit like that. Not when I’m so close to getting promoted from store manager at the bank to district manager. On top of that, Marcus is about to get out of prison soon, so I need to get him set up to transition into society after being locked up for fifteen years. I don’t have timeto be letting a nigga run shit when he’ll probably just run me into the ground.

I just need to continue to focus on me and mine.

Leaving the bathroom, I nearly bump into a woman who’s running full speed out of the facility in tears.Damn… she must have gotten broken up with…

I’ll ask Marcus. We have a good amount of time left on our visit, and gossiping about his prison friends is always a good ass time.

I’ve seen that more than a few times in the fifteen years I’ve been coming up here. I make my way back to my brother, only to see him looking disturbed and irate.Shit, I took way too long in there, huh…

“I… I’m sorry I?—”

“Robbie, go home,” he blurts out, shocking me.

“What? Why? Did I make you mad o?—”

“No, fuck all of that. You need to go home. Now. Fuck this visit. As a matter of fact, fuck coming up here ever again.” He stands, knocking his chair back, throwing me for a whole damn loop.

“Wait, what the fuck are you saying?!” When he ignores me, I slam my hand down on the wooden table. “LaMarcus!” Hepauses at the door he came out of, leaving me in shock as he walks away. This has never happened before.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you have to go,” I frown, looking at the door, exasperated and beyond confused, but there ain’t shit I can do about it. Once they go to the back, the visit is over.Shit!

What the fuck happened?

Saw

“M-Mister Saw, I’m sorry to bother you during your leisure time, b-but you have a visitor,” I hear behind me, and my brow ticks up.

“Is it the lawyer again? I just got back here after telling them I don’t give a fuck about getting out of prison. I’m good with spending the rest of my life here,” I grunt, genuinely not giving a fuck.There ain’t shit waiting for me in the real world…

“I-it’s not them, s-sir,” he cowers and bows his head.

“Then who?” I keep my eyes closed with my hands behind my head, uncaring to even look up.

“Uhm…It’s Marea, sir.”

“Fuck… how many times has she come to visit me this month?” I sigh, curling my lip.

“Th-that would b-be everyd-day this month, s-sir,” he stammers, and I grit my teeth.

“For fuck’s sake…”I do like getting my dick sucked and relieving stress from being locked up in this mother fucker for twenty-five years, but shit…I stand and crack my neck. “I’ll see her.”

“Y-yes sir,” he mumbles, shivering as he places the chains on my ankles, hands shivering like a scared little mouse before stepping aside so I can leave my cell. I make my way slowly down the halls yawning, bored as the other inmates step out of the way, cowering, knowing if they so much as step in my way, it could spell the end of their life.

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