Page 157 of Fragments
I’m just so damn tired. They’ve killed my ability to even get shame or rage-hard. And if they haven’t all the way yet, something tells me wearing that contraption will do the trick.
Velle slips my cock into the cage, snaps it shut and locks it, his fingers trailing down my balls when he’s done. It gives me a little rush of blood to my dick, and I can already feel the frustrating ache of not being able to get wood.
This is going to be just unbearable.
“Who has the key?” I ask breathlessly, and he grins again, holding it up in his hand. “Fuck my life.”
“Yea, pretty much.” He slips the key into his pocket, then pulls out a small remote. “And you’re gonna want to behave, 48. Unless you like electricity.”
I whimper and shake my head.No, Ihateelectricity now. I don’t care if it powers everything. After being tased and having my brain sizzled like a piece of bacon, I’m officially over electricity.
“What is really the point of all this??” I grunt. “I mean, honestly. What is he expecting to gain here?”
“Well, I’m not privy to the specifics, but I’m guessing it’s because when you behave like an animal, you get treated like an animal.” He gives me a pointed look.
My jaw clenches. “Why is everyone always slut-shaming me?? What’s the big deal? So I like sex, it’s not like I’m… hurting… anyone…”
My words trail off, and I see Lex in my mind; his devastated face when he walked around the corner and saw me overflowing with cock, when I was supposed to betryingfor him.
Professor Kensington, the dude who lost his job and his family because I was bored.
The kid who died in the fire at The Edge… because he was with Callum.
Velle simply shakes his head, pulling up my pants and releasing me from the chair. He then fastens new cuffs and shackles on me and brings me out of the room, walking us out of the East Wing and back up to gen-pop. The whole time, my mind is swirling through all these thoughts, my dick feeling suffocated in this stupid cage, weighted between my legs.
He brings me to my cell and puts me inside, where I lie down in my bed, drifting off into a cold, lonely sleep. I wake up to banging on my cell door, groggy and confused.
Where am I??
Oh, right. Prison.
Sweet.
I don’t see Velle anywhere, which is promising in the not-having-my-dick-shocked department. But also, I would like to know how long I’m expected to wear this thing. I’m sure no one plans on telling me.
Joy brings me to shower alone, then immediately to the caf, and when I get there, some asshole is in my seat. Not even giving a fuck about food, I stomp over to the table, glaring at the stranger sitting next to Lex.
“Who the hell are you??” I grunt, eyes narrowed at him. But then I remember myself and peek at Lex, who looks positivelybeautiful, as always.
“Ren,” Lex gasps, appearing shocked at my return, and not totally pissed off, so I guess that’s good. “You’re… back.”
“Yes, I’m back,” I rumble. “Now, who…the hell… is this?” I point in the guy’s face.
“I’m, uh… Landon,” he answers, glancing at Byron and Lex briefly. “Henry Landon. 75. You’re…”
“Warren Xavier,” I tell him. “TheRenyou’ve probably already heard about.”
His face shifts in realization. “Oh, yea! I have heard of you.” He smiles, a dopey-looking thing. He seems kind of sweet and innocent, like a puppy. But still, I don’t trust him, just sitting next to Lex while I’m gone like he’s trying to replace me.Psshh, what do you know about being a life-ruiner, pal??“These guys talk about you all the time…”
Both Lex and Byron start clearing their throats, making faces at Landon as if to shut him up. But he just gives them an airhead look.
“All bad things, I’m sure,” I grunt, slumping down next to him, forcing him to scoot over. “So, where the hell did you come from, anyway?”
“Um… Baltimore,” he answers like he’s asking me, and I’m already confused. My lashes flutter. “I’m Luthor’s cellmate.” Landon grins, but my stomach is grinding like gears that need lubrication.
My eyes flick to Lex, who’s chewing on his lower lip. “He’s your new cellmate?”
Lex nods. “He’s been here for, like, a week.”
