Chapter 12
Twelve
Penny
The slop on my plate was at least half the size it had been a few days ago.
The mashed potato was watery, with clumps of powder making it lumpy too, and the little brick of ‘roast chicken’ had definitely been cut into chunks, spread out thin between us all.
While the food here had never been great, and fair enough, we were a bunch of murderous criminals, it had, if nothing else, been edible. Sustaining.
I frowned. I had a decent appetite, and this wouldn’t keep me going. Lately, at the end of every meal, my stomach still grumbled, and it was only getting worse. Something was shifting, and no matter how much any inmate asked the guards, we were told nothing. To shut up and eat our meager portions.
We were all more tired, crabbier, hungrier. And that was never a good combination when you added in our incarceration and the fact we got about four tampons for an entire period. It left a lot of bloody messes if we didn’t have commissary.
My eyes narrowed at the inmate serving, but she looked sheepish, begging me to say nothing.
So I didn’t. It wasn’t her fault, anyway.
No doubt she’d been told how much to serve us.
They’d thrown her and all the other kitchen workers onto the front lines of our famished wrath.
I gave her a terse smile and carried along the queue.
But Mandy.
Fucking Mandy. I was almost at my table when Mandy threw her tray into the face of that same meek server, screaming for more potatoes, losing her rag after days of growing tension.
Damn, I would have put money on it being Mandy that snapped first. I had seen so little of her lately, but still heard of her antics from others, or rather, because I eavesdropped on their gossiping. It wasn’t just me she had issues with, finding fault in almost everyone.
And today, the poor server girl, who couldn’t have been older than twenty-two, just trying to get by.
The girl screamed, backed away, splattered with hot stew over her face, and Mandy bellowed.
And then mayhem.
A swarm of angry, hungry women with nothing better to do than lose their shit over smaller portions of food.
We were lightheaded and bored, a dangerous combination.
It took only seconds for most of the mess hall to react, to throw their own trays or grab a fistful of their dinner and chuck it at the panicking guards.
I smiled, and with an excited yell, jumped onto the rickety table before throwing my tray across the room. I wanted the best view of this shit, to lose myself in the chaos and enjoy not being the cause of it for once. It fed me better than the terrible food ever could.
“Fuck this!” Mandy shrieked, going red in the face, surrounded by her little followers. “Fuck you all!” She clambered over the serving counter and shoved a fistful of the remaining potatoes into her own mouth, letting it spray and slobber all down her front as she continued bellowing.
“Yeah!” someone else shouted, following Mandy over the counter, copying her and grabbing at the food, swallowing it or throwing it while the disorder grew. Chunks of chicken stew, sprays of watery vegetable medley, and cartons of almost sour milk squirted.
The servers backed away, likely agreeing with us, getting the same treatment, but unsure how to proceed. Were they the bad guys? No. Might they get the blame? Maybe. I bit my lip as I watched everything unfold from the safety of my feet on the table, but something crept up my spine, an awareness.
The guards were quick to action after the initial surprise, sweeping through the space in relative control. Radio calls made, batons out, voices loud as they fought off the hungry women and tried to maintain order.
I laughed again, not knowing where to look as guards dove into the fray, getting smears of food on their faces, their uniform.
Darling was across the way, by a door, looking at me with an… interesting expression. It was black, full of something I couldn’t place.
Oh, there we go. There was that prickle. I gave him a wicked grin, and he smirked back, his eyes dark and heavy, lustful. Surprising. He made no move to help his colleagues.
As the insanity increased, with screams and shouts and elbows bashing into noses, I dropped to the floor and weaved through the crowd, all of a sudden not worried about being hungry.
This needed to happen. Maybe it was the chaos of the moment spiking my adrenaline, or because I saw a thing I could do because of it…
But I needed him alone, for a few minutes at least. I was getting desperate. Itchy. He avoided me, acted like we were nothing, and I hated it. He had the power to decide when I existed to him, and it wasn’t okay.
When I reached him, I didn’t look at him, refused to acknowledge him at all as I walked down the corridor toward the gate.
A frisson of excitement rippled through me when he trailed behind me and opened the supply closet with his keycard, slipping inside.
Not sparing me a single glance as he moved, almost like he was just going to collect the damn mop and bucket. But I knew what it meant.
I followed him into the darkness, stepping into the shadowy space without a thought in my head beyond doing as he directed me.
It was manipulation, that’s what I told myself as I let myself be led into the dark.
If I pretended to always do as he said, he’d trust me.
Want me more. I’d started this, but it was clear it was his to finish.
That look he’d given me across the mini riot was all I needed to fall to my knees for him. And I was so ready to have him under my thumb at last.
“Inmate,” he husked, shutting the door and propping a broom handle across it so it would be impossible to open from the outside.
“Officer,” I responded. Maybe this was his kink? Maybe that’s why it had never been hard to get him on board with this fuckery.
He turned to me. “This is so fucking wrong, but I just couldn’t be away from you, little killer.”
I tilted my head, surprised at his words, at that nickname. He kept using it, tricking me into thinking he thought about me when he was alone in his bed. I struggled to make up my damn mind about him. Was this even worth my time? Would it work?
“What do you mean?” I asked, unable to resist pushing back.
He huffed out a breath. “Just… turn around.”
I did it. Yeah, I fucking did it. I turned a beat after his demand, and yelped when he shoved my torso forward, making it so I had to brace my hands on the wall or smack my nose into it.
It was dark in here, but that didn’t seem to matter to him as one hand landed on my hip and the other on the bottom of my spine, pushing down so my back arched.
“Mm,” he groaned. “You feel so good bending to my will.”
“I’ll bend however you want me to, Darling,” I snapped back, existing purely for how he was touching me. It was all I wanted in the moment, and giving in to him was easy if it meant I got it.
“Oh, really?” he asked, and his touch was gone. I plan to destroy you, little killer. Will you let me?” His voice was low, messed up, and with the background noise of a mini-riot happening, almost hard to hear.
Would it be worth it? I kept snagging on that.
My mother always called me a chaos demon. Idle hands. Devil, demon. I wanted to see what he had in mind. What I imagined kept him up at night.
“Do it,” I demanded, and he fell to his knees between my legs, ripping my pants down and spreading my ass cheeks wide, landing a firm tongue on my hole.
I cried out, shoving my fist into my mouth to keep quiet as he fed saliva into my ass, swirling his tongue, grunting and groaning as he ate me out.
It was delicious, dirty, feral, and I found myself pushing back on him.
It had been so damn long since I’d been touched like this, since I’d wanted to be.
“You like me eating your ass?” he asked, moving away a fraction, his warm, panting breath on my cheeks.
“Hell yes,” I sighed, trying to maneuver myself against his mouth again. My pussy was dripping for him, my body desperate. Hot electricity raced along my skin as he stood, the sound of his zipper coming down filling the room, booming louder than anything else.
“Turn around,” he told me, and to play the game, I did. I twisted and landed on my knees with a thud, looking at his beautiful cock.
And it was beautiful. Now I could see it for the first time in all its glory. Veiny, red-flushed head, thick and long. I wanted to lick it. So, taking initiative, I did.
“Uh uh, little killer,” CO Darling chided, letting me suck his tip for a moment, a salty droplet dripping out for me. “Not what I had in mind… Lie down.”
Curious, I did as he asked. It was awkward in this room; my body not quite short enough to stretch out fully, but I laid down, my feet up on the wall, legs bent. “Strip,” he said, yanking his own clothes off as I obeyed, wriggling out of mine.
I didn’t know what he was going to do, but when he straddled me, facing away, it was more shock that rippled through me. The view was crazy; the globes of his ass firm, his back a ripple of muscles.
This man knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it.
As he lowered his ass to my face, I stuck my tongue out, humming in pleasure when I touched his skin.
Musky, warm, delicious, I licked and sucked, groaning when he began riding my mouth.
He swore above me, muffled by his thighs suffocating my ears, and rocked his hips some more.
My hands snaked over his skin, touching him everywhere while I was allowed.
Oh, shit, this was insane, so damn sexy. I squirmed, squeezed my legs together to get some friction, and cried out into his ass when his thumb landed on my bared, wet clit.