The Belonging

Entering The Wolf's Den

The warden of the Blackgate Penitentiary passed through the empty halls at a leisurely pace. He was in no rush to see the poor girl and Bane waited the whole week, he could wait a little longer, right?

He caught the impression that his new work place, Blackgate Penitentiary, was a pretty decent place to serve time, much better than the places he previously worked at, despite its reputation. The prisoners got mold-free bread, warm food, some clean water, and in Bane's case, a personal room and a new girl to rest his dick in every week.

The man owed the first privilege to his own gloomy past. He was judged too dangerous to be allowed to socialize with the other prisoners, even after his steel mask was pronounced a weapon and got stripped off his face.

The prisoner doctor ran some experiments on the metal muzzle and the special liquid it ran on when Bane was first convicted to a life sentence five years ago. "Dulls his pain and enhances his physical abilities", the doctor declared.

No wonder why Bane needed something of a painkiller constantly, the man's whole face and body were covered in deep sunken scars.

He was relatively harmless now, in too much pain to cause trouble and away from the rest of the convicted, so no more followers for him. And he had been such a good boy during the entirety of those five years that the warden has decided their shiny new way of bringing down violence levels among inmates.

"Lack of sexual intercourse can cause inordinate levels of aggression", Doctor Anderson explained, laying down some papers on a glass table as he suggested providing the inmates with means of accessing sex regularly. "Inmate abuse cannot be terminated otherwise."

There was no problem with prisoners killing each other for the warden, it would mean fewer people to provide food and water under the already limited allowance from the government. "Let them get rid of each other", he said at first. It was okay, lucky even, until one of his correctional officers was assaulted by a convict. Those locked-up animals had to be kept under control before they killed an officer. The warden would lose his job should such a tragedy occur.

They were still on a trial run with that little experiment and it made sense to pick the most well-behaved of the prisoners for it. That was Bane, funnily enough. Gotham's former reckoning. The big boy would get up when he heard an officer's whistle, take his daily walk in the garden, help with whatever daily duty the warden had assigned him that day, and eat whatever he was given just as desired.

He never talked unless he was asked to, he never stepped out of line. Seeing a three hundred fifty-pound beast be pushed around by the Blackgate officers and not let out a single sound of complaint was such a euphoric experience.

Of course, Doctor Anderson explained how Bane's body was in constant pain without his mask, which considerably limited the strength he could use on a daily basis but he was still a living, breathing monster. Better not to put too much trust in.

Since he behaved so well, he was awarded by being sent a girl every week for the experiment. If Bane went on long enough without killing any of the girls, the warden would let the rest of the convicts enjoy such a privilege as having someone to satisfy their hunger with. But that was just the theory, so long as the convicts didn't rape or kill his officers, the warden couldn't care less what happened to the girls, or the occasional boys. Those poor creatures were already at the bottom of the food chain, left homeless and without their families by the ongoing festival of supervillains in Gotham city.

Maybe Bane should have blown the whole city away, the warden thought, a life on the filthy streets of Gotham was no better than being worm food. Pawns, as they were called within the experiment Doctor Anderson cared so much about, would be used to satisfy the physical needs of the inmates and if they happened to accidentally get killed in the process... that would be two birds in one stone, wouldn't it? Residents of the Blackgate Penitentiary pacified and the filth on Gotham streets cleaned up.

That being said the warden was still curious about the fourth girl. The previous three all refused to come back to Bane's bed. Even the promise of clean clothes couldn't change their minds. The first girl had it worst, the poor little thing. Two broken ribs and an ocean of blood dripping down her legs. Bane didn't mean to break the girl, the warden was sure but he couldn't stop himself.

The beast carried an unexpected amount of respect for women, as all three of the girls testified, even going so far as to ask the girls if they agreed to be there, trying not to hurt them as he pushed himself in them. But he couldn't help break them, he was a monster in nature. The second and third girls also left Bane's solitary confinement room with broken bones and bleeding, fractured limbs.

Doctor Anderson claimed the experiment could only be considered a success if the harm Bane caused to the girls lessened with each girl. They could provide the same service for the rest of the inmates then.

The warden hoped the fourth girl would survive with minimal damage as he studied her heart-shaped face. Despite the filth clothes and bones threatening to poke out of her skin, she could still be called somewhat pretty. Especially when you tried to see behind the film of dirt covering her face and instead focused on the veil of long, dark brown hair draping down her shoulders as well as the full lips naturally curving up at the corners.

"How old are you, my child?", the warden asked, startling the girl out of her haze of deep thought.

"Nineteen" she mumbled, keeping her gaze locked on the ground.

The warden let out a deep sigh as they stood before the steel door of Bane's solitary confinement room, the little creature before him stood no chance against the beast inside.

She was so young and even weaker looking than the girls before. The warden wondered when was the last time the girl had some food in her belly. Three days? Five days? A week? Seemed like it.

Bane would eat her alive.

"Have a name?"

"Minna."

"Hmm, Minna... We will get you out in the morning, Minna. You will get your promised loaf of bread and a bottle of clean water then. Deal?" He watched her nod slightly before he continued, "Do you know what you need to do?"

"I- I think so..." she whispered to her bare feet.

"You've done it before?"

She shook her head no, fiddling with her bony fingers.

A huff of breath escaped the warden's thin lips. Great, they were sending a young virgin to Bane. It was no different than sending a lamb to the wolf's den.

"Alright then..." the warden put his hand on the doorknob, leaning against the girl's thin form as he whispered, "You can call out for an officer if something bad happens but try not to. I don't like to tolerate too much noise while I'm reading."