Prisoner #56

Chapter 3

I drove into line to get my breakfast the next morning in the mess hall. As the cafeteria server, one of the prisoners who was assigned that shitty task, unenthusiastically slapped food on my tray, he lifted his eyebrows at me.

"Why do you look so squirrely this morning?" he asked. He's an old Ford Bronco whose face screams I hate my life every time I see him. Even if he was curious of my condition, his face or tone of voice didn't show it.

"Why don't you mind your own goddamn business?" I spat.

He didn't even give a shit about my attitude. He shrugged and simply told me to keep on moving down the line, which I did.

As another server handed me my shitty coffee, I did think about what that Bronco said. Could he tell that ever since I woke up this morning, my mind has been spinning like a hamster on one of those stupid wheels, that squeaks and is annoying as fuck? I remember Blu Blaze had one. Anyway, I can't get what happened last night out of my head. The amount of cum I made, the pleasure I felt at just the thought of Marlin's face.

I'm confused, so confused.

As I pulled out of the cafeteria line, I drove towards our table. I really hope Marlin isn't there. As much as I like being around him, I just need more time, I need more time to think about everything without him being there, distracting my thoughts...

My eyes widened as I stopped in my tracks. There was Marlin, already parked at our table with Ricky and Sebbie. I gulped, blushing a bit as I tried to figure out what to do. I can't go park by myself, that will make me look very bad and make Marlin feel worse than he already is. But I don't know what I will say when I see him. Nothing? Say something stupid? I don't know, but I can't stay here for long, I'm blocking the way for other prisoners.

"You going to park there and make stupid eyes at your boyfriend, or are you going to fucking move?" A random prisoner barked as he drove around me to get to his table.

I narrowed my eyes at the guy. I don't even know him, must be new. Cars come in and out of here like toilet paper on a fucking roll, and then there are the lifers like me.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I yelled back. The guy ignored me. I rolled my eyes, this place still tests my patience sometimes, but I just have to deal with it. I then paused, my eyes widening again as I realized what I just said. I looked over at Marlin, but it seems as if he heard nothing. Good, I think.

I finally took a deep breath and drove over to the table. As I pulled up, Marlin lifted his eyes up at me. They looked sad, heavy, a little dark. Probably from a lot of crying, I'm guessing. Yet, despite this, he smiled at me.

"Good morning, Shiloh," Marlin said gently.

I froze. I stared at him like a deer in the headlights, my eyes only blinking, my mouth not moving. That smile, that gentle smile of his made my body temperature rise, my cheeks flushing red. My mind went back to last night, to my perverted thoughts, Marlin violating them and escalating that foreign feeling inside me. It rose up again, just as bad as last night, and I felt a certain tightness down below that made my mouth twist into an awkward frown.

Oh Chrysler, I am so embarrassed.

Marlin looked back at me, his smile falling. It turned into a confused and concerned gaze that only made me feel more awkward.

"Shiloh, are you ok?" Marlin asked me.

I'm not, but I had to say something, had to find the words somewhere.

After a few seconds, I took a breath and gave him the world's most pathetic and unbelievable smile.

"I'm fine, I'm totally fine!" I mustered.