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“Poor little baby,” he whined. “Have I stolen his favourite toy?”

“What do you want?” Rory asked.

“I told you the other day…you.”

“I’m not…gay.”

It was a lie. He’d realized he was gay when he was twelve and he obsessed over boybands. Not the songs or the dance routines, but their bodies when they whipped off their shirts and stroked their skin. It had been confusing and erotic all in one.

“That’s okay, sweetheart, neither am I, but in here, a hole is a hole, and you’ve got two I’d love to get acquainted with. And fucking Sebastian Claw’s cellmate, when I know you’re exactly his type, is the cherry on top.”

“His…type?”

“Sure are.” Pauly grinned. He had all his teeth, but they were yellow. He swiped his tongue over them as he leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. “I’m picturing it now…”

“Picturing what?”

“You…going back to your cell with my cum on your breath, my bites on your neck, your lips all swollen, and I don’t mean the ones on your face.” He gave Rory’s crotch a pointed look. “I’m talking about your tight pussy.”

“Yeah, I got that. Look, I’m flattered, but I’m going to pass.”

Fingers dug into Rory’s shoulders, and he gasped and slapped his hand down on them, trying his best to tug them away. They kept pressing until he was certain he’d have bruises.

“Stop,” Rory panted. His bones ached, and he grunted through his teeth.

Pauly hummed. “That sound is music to my ears.”

Ollie returned to the table with Teddy in tow. Teddy grunted and slammed his full tray down in front of Pauly. Gravy splattered Pauly’s chest, and he gawped at Teddy before his face pulled into a snarl.

“Son of a bitch…” Pauly barked, shooting to his feet.

Teddy brought his hands up, fists closed, ready for another fight despite his hands being swollen from the beating he dished out days before.

Pauly huffed as he pulled at his worn T-shirt. “I’ll have to change now.” He narrowed his eyes at Rory. “I need to make myself look all sexy for our date.”

Rory shook his head. “There’s no date.”

“I think you should consider my offer. Eight years is a long time. You’ll learn to love being on your knees for me, and in return, no one will lay a finger on you. You’ll be mine. Mine to finger, mine to fuck.”

“I’ve considered your offer, and my answer is still no.”

Pauly winked. “Later, sweetheart.”

He left, and the inmate pinning Rory to his seat let go. Ollie sat down opposite and offered Rory a weak smile.

“All right?”

Rory winced as he rolled one shoulder, then the other. “Never been better.”

Teddy sat down at the next table and began shovelling his remaining food into his mouth. He paused when he realized Rory was looking at him and turned his head.

“Thank you,” Rory said.

Teddy glanced at Rory, then gave Ollie a longer, softer look.

“Yeah, I get it.” Rory snorted. “You did that for him, not for me.”

“That guy’s not going to leave you alone,” Ollie mumbled, eyeing Pauly as he went into his cell.

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