Chapter 20 #2
It was raining, and though it hadn’t been too long since I had been out in the yard, the air seemed so much crisper.
Delicious, almost. I looked up into the rain and grinned, but Adrian didn’t give me a second’s pause, dragging me into the shadows by the perimeter fence I’d spent so many years staring at a different section of.
I was full of disbelief, mixed with that relief.
“Here,” he said, all business, opening the backdoor of a car I didn’t notice until we were on top of it. “Climb in.”
I obliged, sinking down onto the passenger seat behind the driver, my eyes roaming around everything.
Adrian jumped in and started the car, instructing me to lie down in the footwell and throw the blanket over myself. I was too bewildered to refuse.
“Shit, they’ve started a fire,” he commented as the car rolled along.
Who did? What fire? I was desperate to peek out from under the blanket and look, but escaping was so much sweeter than the drama left behind.
That apathy infecting me in solitary was long gone; all that remained was a nosy bitch. A little niggling.
“What’s happening?” I asked. “How is this possible?”
“A fucking prison riot, is what,” Adrian grunted, a hint of laughter in his voice. “It was too sweet an opportunity to pass up.”
“Right,” I agreed, but my mind kept snagging on something. Too much adrenaline coursed through me, and lying this immobile wasn’t helping it to dissipate.
“I had a feeling. Things have been bubbling. I’ve been waiting…
We’re almost at the exit. Stay silent and still,” Adrian warned, and the car rolled to a stop.
I heard him talking to someone, explaining why he had to leave in the middle of a riot, but my mind was still catching on the events that had happened.
I could almost believe I hadn’t left isolation and my mind had snapped. Maybe this is what I wanted after all. Maybe I would be fed through a tube and live in this la la land.
That would be fine.
“We’re through,” Adrian said. “Don’t get up yet.”
The radio turned on, and music filtered through, tinny pop flooding my ears. New music was another special treat. A band I didn’t recognize, a beat unfamiliar. I smiled.
Freedom.
We were doing it. I was outside the walls of the prison for the first time since my trial, and it felt good. Even if I were tucked up under a blanket, stifled and hot. Tears threatened again, a wash of overwhelming happiness.
Fuck the blanket, I wanted to see the world.
I popped up with no warning, making Adrian cuss and swear as I straightened up and climbed over the middle, sinking my ass on the front seat, orange outfit shining bright.
Out here, it felt even worse, even uglier. I pulled at it.
“There’s a bag of clothes in the trunk; as soon as we’re far enough away, we’ll stop and change,” Adrian told me.
“Where are we going?” I asked, still parsing all of this out.
It was dark out, and we were on a main highway, so the world wasn’t that interesting yet. Just flashing lights and passing cars illuminated Adrian’s tense face every so often.
“I really wish you were in the back,” he said, frowning. “We’re not far enough away from the prison.”
“Ah,” I sighed, stretched out. “Live a little.”
He met my eyes for a split second, and I gave him a big, wide grin. He rolled his eyes and focused on the road again, jaw tense, expression tight.
We drove for maybe ten more minutes before he pulled over, driving right into some trees until they surrounded us. Oh, shit, I wanted to touch them.
I leaped from the car to a huff from Adrian and went and hugged a fucking tree.
Our concrete yard was treeless. And this was immense.
It was cold and scratchy and smelled like nature.
I laughed, rubbed my cheek against the bark with a stupid grin on my face and tears on my cheeks.
This was sometimes all I ever wanted. Me and a tree.
Nothing between us. No fences or frowning guards.
“Having a nice time?” Adrian asked, coming up behind me all slow and sauntering, hands in his pockets, head tilted down. It made him look wicked, delicious and dark.
I whirled on him, took him in. He’s risked so much, sacrificed so much. After all the mixed signals, I didn’t know what to say, what to do. The fresh air filled my lungs as I studied him, and I tried to let him ground me.
“Thank you,” I said. “I don’t know why you did this, Adrian.”
“What did I say about using my name?” he asked, stepping in a little closer.
“I’m not your prisoner anymore.”
He laughed. It was a bitter sort of laugh, one that had me tilting my head.
Tension built between us, and I had the overwhelming urge to fuck his brains out. But the urge to take my clothes off was stronger. And not related.
“What’s that you’ve got there in your hand?” I asked, teasing, trying to break the unease because, shockingly, now wasn’t the time.
“Take your clothes off and I’ll show you.” His voice grew low, his gaze roaming. I wasn’t in the fittest state for this, having been stuck in isolation for days, but hey, with a command like that, how could I resist? He still hadn’t got me all the way out.
It felt so freeing to pull my clothes off, the same ones I’d been forced to wear for years, stripping away every bit of autonomy I had with garish colored fabric matching everyone around me.
Adrian handed me the bundle of clothes in his hands when I discarded the threadbare prison underwear, and raked his eyes over my body, enjoying what he saw if the erection growing behind his zipper was any indication.
I smirked. “You sure you want me to put these back on?” I shivered and wanted to move on, but… well, I owed the man. One last shag before I ended this and made my own way.
Because we couldn’t stay together, and I’d used him for what I needed. My stupid plan had worked.
When I first thought about manipulating a guard into falling for me, helping me get free, it had been a lofty ideal, one I’d play out in my head to fall asleep. Something from a fantasy.
But here I stood, naked on the side of the road, next to a real tree, with the very CO who’d risked it all for me. I was free.
“I have plans for you later when you won’t freeze to death,” he said, but his actions didn’t match. He came right up to me, pressing my back onto the rough bark, and his front against mine. He was so warm, I moaned when I leaned into him. “Plans that involve keeping you in this state for days.”
His hand cupped my pussy, probing between my lips to find my clit. He swirled his thumb around and with each gentle ache, pushed away a little more of Randal’s touch.
He brought his thumb to my lip and rubbed my fluid across it before leaning in to kiss me. “Just think of what finally coming will be like after all this time.” He spoke between pecks, running his tongue along my lip. “On a soft bed, in a warm room, with all the time in the world.”
He believed that I hadn’t masturbated like he’d commanded. Fucking idiot. But I whimpered and nodded. “That sounds amazing.”
“So get dressed, and we can go.”
I pulled on the leggings and white t-shirt — no underwear — and marveled at the tight fabric as we returned to the car. He’d supplied flip flops, but even though it was freezing, that was better than the clompy prison-issue clogs.
Sliding into the warm vehicle, I watched Adrian walk around the front before settling in beside me, switching the engine and the radio back on.
“How long will the drive be?” I asked, antsy to get on with it, tears drying up, replaced with niggling anxiety.
“A few hours,” he commented before sticking his hand in his door and pulling out a bottle of water. He handed it to me and pulled away. “Drink up.”
“Ah, best not,” I said. “I’ll only need to pee.”
“That’s not a problem.”
We turned back onto the road and picked up speed. Shrugging, I opened the cap and took a swig, then another.
Even the water tasted better on the outside.
Before I knew it, I’d downed half the bottle. I held it to him to see if he wanted some too, but he shook his head.
“I have something to tell you,” Adrian said after a few beats of silence.
“Oh, yeah?” I rolled my face toward him, still resting on the headrest. All this escaping business had me tired.
“Yeah.” He didn’t speak again for a few minutes, and the world began to grow fuzzy as sleep took me.
It was taking me fast. Almost dizzying. I tried to sit up straight. Failed.
“I had a brother. I used to be a police officer, and I had a brother.” His voice sounded so stony cold, nothing like the softness he’d just given me. “Eight years ago, I was out for a drink with him, him and some work colleagues, just having a nice time. And you know what happened?”
I tried to tell him no, but my mouth didn’t work with my brain, and my brain swirled around.
“He died.” Adrian paused. “He was killed. He wandered off with a pretty girl and was found hours later mutilated in a warehouse. Dead. Because of who I was.”
“Oh.” Flashes of my last victim flickered through my mind. I tried to lift my arm up to open the door, roll out onto the highway and run the fuck away.
But—