Page 249 of Fragments
“It’s him,” I gasp a chuckle, my feet bringing me in the direction of my fireworks.
It’s Ren, I know it is. He’salive.
And it looks like he kept his promise.
Moments earlier…
Fucking motherfucker…
How many times can someone be whacked in the head in one day before they have to worry about serious side effects??
Sitting up is difficult. My entire body is heavy, my lungs tight. Sucking in a long pull of oxygen proves to be a bad idea, because the air is all dusty. I end up coughing hysterically while attempting to dig myself out of a pile of rubble.
What the fuck happened??
The whole damn ceiling fell down, almost right on top of me. Thankfully, I guess the cot flipped over and ended up protecting me from serious injury…
I wonder if The Ivory did that.
Peering around the dark room, I don’t see him anywhere. There’s some blood on the ground, but it could be from me. I have no clue…
I gotta get out of here.
By some minor miracle, I’m still clutching the key to the shackles in my hand, from where I pulled it out of his pocket. Naturally, I had no interest in touching his dick, but it was the only way to distract him enough to get the key. Though, he seemed pretty distracted already…
That voice…
“Eres el diablo…”
Who the hell was that??
It doesn’t matter. There’s way too much craziness to unpack right now… Especially after finding out that apparently, I’ve been fucked by the Warden in more ways than just his imprisoning me in this hellhole for years.
Hewas the Mask Daddy…
I can’t believe it.
I actually had sex with The Ivory…
Jesus, I could use a cocktail right now.
Shaking it off, I use the key to unlock my shackles, freeing myself from the busted-up metal bedframe. I can’t think about the fact that the number of people on this island I’ve taken dick from is still growing even after I’ve stopped sleeping around. I need to get out of here and find Lex.
I need to make sure he’s alright. I have no clue where they brought him, but he could be hurt.
I’m coming, baby. Just hang in there…
Woozy and wobbling, I stand on shaky legs. It’s so dark in here. All the power is out, nothing but a red glow in the hallway, maybe from some emergency lights or something. Climbing over a pile of concrete rubble, I tumble out into the corridor, looking around.
Jesus… This place is absolutely destroyed.
There’s no way to know how much of the prison has collapsed. And quite frankly, I don’t have time to worry about it. I have to assume the Warden put Lex in either solitary or the East Wing. So I check the rest of the cells in solitary first… A decision I wish I hadn’t made.
There are dead bodies in two of them, both crushed almost beyond recognition. My panic subsides just a bit when I verify that neither is Lex. But the cell at the end of the row has completely collapsed in. I wouldn’t be able to get in there to check unless I had a fucking excavator and half a day.
Fuck… Fuck fuck fuck, this isn’t good.
Trudging through what used to be the hallways of the East Wing, I’m shivering, balking in all directions like I’m in some fucked-up nightmare. The place is inruins. Water is leaking and dripping from broken pipes, only that dull red light illuminating the crumbled corridors, making the whole thing even more ominous.
