Page 91 of Shadowman
A pair of fuzzy socks… with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on them.
“Oh…” I pick up them, instantly giddy, like I’m a child again. Only this time, my parentsweren’traving fuckholes, and they actually cared enough about me to give me a proper gift they knew I’dlove.
“Papa?” I call out, glancing around.
Is Manuel Blanco watching me??
How the bloody hell would he know I love the Turtles??
And the more burning question…Will he be my new Daddy?
It’s all rather odd, but I’m too elated to care.This is quite the sweet gift…
But a frown swallows up my grin.I wonder what he wants from me.
What he’ll expect in return…
Shrugging it off, I go back to playing with my gifts like a right simpleton, eating grapes and sniffing lotions. Distracted only by more footsteps roughly an hour later. Lighter ones.
I peer up to find a female approaching my cell this time. I’m momentarily taken aback, until I remember that I’ve also seen her before, the day I arrived.
There are female officers? Color me intrigued…
“On your feet, inmate,” she gives a command, as surly as any of the men. Maybe more.
I’m instantly swooning.
Doing as I’m told, I watch her closely while she opens my cell, but doesn’t come inside. She simply nods for me to come out, which I do.
“Walk,” she barks.
Alright, I’m obsessed with her.
“What’s your name?” I ask while we stroll the halls. She’s power-walking, and I’m striding to keep up, easily since I’m much taller than her. “Mine’s Trevel.”
“I know,” she grumbles, but doesn’t answer my question.
I check her name tag. “Officer Jameson…?” I murmur, and she peeks at me.
She reminds me a lot of Officer Chevelle. They’re like Prison Guard Barbie and Ken.I wanna smoosh ’em together and make them kiss.
Wondering where she’s taking me, but opting not to ask, since she’s clearly not much of a talker, I just continue to walk with her through the halls, until we reach what appear to be the showers.
Good. I’m dying to wash my biscuits.
“Go on,” Officer Jameson says firmly. “Shower time. No funny business.”
I open my mouth to make a smart-ass comment, but the look on her face shuts me right up. She’s a bit scary, though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
Wandering into the showers, I look for a good spot. They’re all open, because there’s no one else in here, which seems strange.Do all inmates shower alone? That doesn’t seem practical… Or fun.
Choosing a stall in the corner that looks promising, I strip out of my clothes, my thoughts interrupted when I recall my fancy soaps.
Bollocks! I forgot them. Or I didn’t think to bring them because no one told me I’d be showering.
“I wish there was someone around to commiserate with…” I grumble, pressing the button for water while glancing around.“Maybe a certain cigarette-loving ninja bear who has a habit of disappearing when I need him the most…?”
Still, nothing.
