The Cage (Book 2)

Mayhem

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Mayhem 

It was breakfast time. The cafeteria was jam-packed with hungry, drowsy inmates. Instead of having breakfast safely in my cell like I'd been doing since arriving here, I decided to journey to the cafeteria and break my fast in the middle of a crowd. As ludicrous as it sounded, I didn't want to be alone, even if it meant risking dining with the pervy inmates.

Besides, there wasn't really much risk now that Schneider had made it clear to the entire prison that I was off limits. It was a peculiar thing to be rejoicing about, but here I was.

Schneider's bitch.

Until last night, it had only been pretend. But not anymore.

My ass was still sore from our lovemaking, even after the shower. I'd spent a whole ten minutes trying to scoop out Schneider's cum out of my ass -there was so much of it! I was immensely glad that I had the showers to myself, or that would have been an embarrassing feat to perform in the presence of company. I supposed when Schneider had ordered the showers closed for me, he'd already thought of that. How... considerate.

He was often considerate of me, of my feelings, even. I had the suspicion someone like him didn't exhibit this type of behavior for just anyone. Well, he'd made his intentions about me very, very clear last night.

I lowered my face to hide the epic blush permeating my cheeks.

"You. Get up. You're sitting in my place."

"Oh, I-I'm s-sorry!"

I looked up to see the bespectacled guy from earlier. A hulking guy towered over him, harassing him to get up from what was apparently 'his place'.

The poor guy scrambled to rise with his tray of food, but the guy harassing him decided it wasn't fast enough. Like a true bully, he knocked the tray right out of the bespectacled guy's hands, sending it flying half across the cafeteria. Some of the flavored yogurt that had been on the tray spilled onto a guard's head.

"What the fuck!" he roared, reaching for his taser.

Oh, shit.

All hell broke loose.

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I lay sitting under the cafeteria tables hugging my legs, waiting for the mayhem unraveling around me to subside. I was caught in yet another riot, and I was fucking terrified. Flashbacks of the day I experienced my first riot, and what came after, kept hitting me like a sledgehammer to the skull.

Just like that day, the alarm was blaring and the guards were scrambling about, trying to round up the fighting inmates.

"We thought we'd hide out here and have fun together and wait this whole thing out." Kevin had lazily drawled, eyeing me with clear perverse intent. Even before anything ever happened, I knew from the first moment I saw him that he was bad, bad news. How unfortunate

"Whatever it is you have going on here, I don't want any part of it." I remembered myself saying as I stared into Kevin's psychopathic eyes right after witnessing the dehumanization of the man stuck in the wall, Micky. I was terrified then, too.

A cold sweat broke over my body.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to suppress the memories, but it only made it worse. With my eyes closed, they were even clearer, as if it was happening all over again.

Beside my table, two inmates squabled. One of them punched the other right in the kisser, and the sound of crunching bone echoed like the crack of a whip. He plummeted to the ground right next to my feet. Glassy eyes stared back at me.

He was dead.

I gasped and then looked away.

The alarms blared on.

"Since you seemed to have liked it so much, why don't you give it a try?" Kevin proceeded to spread Micky's asscheeks apart, and cum and piss came dribbling out."

"Here; take a leak." He'd urged, inviting me to empty my own bladder into Micky's ass.

I'd never been more disgusted in my life. I felt bile rising up my throat.

Somewhere in the block, someone was opening fire.

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

Fucking hell, he has a gun!

With vivid clarity, I recalled the gun Kevin had pointed at me. I would never forget staring down the end of that barrel, how black that hole was, and how it would swallow me whole the moment the gun discharged.

"Please, don't do this to me." I had begged pathetically.

"Shhh," he shushed, mocking me with his smile. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

And that was such a big, fat lie.

"Do you work out?"

"Please, let me go."

"Be quiet. I'm trying to enjoy this; so don't ruin it." He said as he violated my body and soul.

"Stop that! I told you to-"

I was punched in the gut.

"I told you to keep quiet."

Somewhere in the cafeteria, a bunch of guards wrestled with a bunch of prisoners.

"Back to your cells, you swine!" A guard roared.

"Get 'em, men!"

"AAAAAHHHHHH!"

I clamped my hands over my ears and clenched my teeth.

"You'll be begging for it soon enough," he had promised sinisterly.

"N-Never," I had hissed in a weak voice, but even then I'd been unsure if I could keep my resolve. God, I'd been so very afraid.

Kevin unzipped his pants and his cock sprung out of its confines, slapping me in the cheek.

I started shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"Wait, noooo!"

I looked over and saw the bespectacled guy down on the floor with the hulking guy who'd harassed him on top of him. He was pulling down the bespectacled guy's pants while unzipping his own pants at the same time.

"P-Please, I'm b-begging you, don't!" The bespectacled guy stammered, tears flowing down his cheek.

The hulking guy paid him no heed.

A shuddering breath left me at the despicable sight. I stopped shaking instantly. I felt my blood, cold from fear only moments ago, start to boil. 

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