The Cage (Book 2)

Cornered Mice

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Cornered Mice

A slow, horrifying grin spread across the guard's face, his eyes narrowing into almond-like slits. I thought he looked like a cat who'd finally cornered its mouse. And, unfortunately, that was what we were: Cornered mice.

My stomach plummeted. An unpleasant sensation slithered down his spine like a cold, wet gnarly hand. My breath came out in short pants; all that running for nothing.

We'd been found.

"What do you think you're doing in there, you cum-guzzling scum?"

Rather quick to get to the foul-mouthing, these guards.

His grin abruptly disappeared. "Sneaking around to fuck in the middle of a lockdown? Why, I'll have you chained in the yard and whipped until your asses are bleeding red," he barked.

From the serious look on his face, I had no doubt that he'd do it, and he'd enjoy doing it too.

Taking him in, I noticed for the first time things I hadn't before. He was dressed in a prison officer's uniform, but his was distinctly different. Instead of a plain blue shirt, his was white. His shoulder marks bore a single gold star on either side. And unlike the other guards I'd seen so far, he kept his uniform clean and pressed, and unless he had just started his shift, in a dirty place like this, that was quite the feat.

Clearly, he was an officer of higher rank.

My eyes rose to really take in his face. He wasn't quite handsome, but he wasn't an eyesore either. He kept his light mustache neatly trimmed and combed, so it was safe to assume the man was somewhat of a neat freak.

"Um." Breaking into a cold sweat, I glanced at the bespectacled-guy, but, with his rounded eyes, ashen face and his paper-thin mouth, it was apparent that he was going to be no help here. He was a deer frozen in headlights. My escort appeared to be of no help either.

It was up to me to... do something.

But what?

Beg him?

Or threaten him? With what -or more accurately whom? Something about being under Schneider's protection? How I was... -I mentally sighed- his property and not to be harmed or touched by anyone, even a guard?

Well, it was worth a shot.

"You know who I am?" My attempt to sound menacing fell pathetically short. Despite being a damn good lawyer, I was never much of an actor.

He regarded me with his narrowed eyes for a moment or two before he said, "You're the King's bitch, right?"

I flushed all kinds of red and crimson. This wasn't the time nor place to remember intimate details, yet still my mind strung together a short reel of all the debaucherous, erotic, downright obscene things Schneider had done to me.

After our night together, that was pretty much true, wasn't it? I was no longer 'pretending'.

Still, I was a man, dammit, and I had my man's pride to uphold, so it was no wonder when being referred to as anyone's bitch stung my pride like an angry bee. Nevertheless, I ignored my wounded pride -apparently my... situation was common knowledge by now, even among the guards. Well, considering Schneider's bold announcement, this wasn't exactly news, or even surprising.

"Yeah, so... So you can't touch me. Or my friend." I broadly gestured to bespectacled-guy. Then I inwardly groaned at how unconvincing I sounded. I was pathetic!

Put some more conviction and confidence into it, dammit! An internal voice demanded frantically. The voice was right, of course. I had to really sell this if I wanted it to work.

"I'm off limits to the likes of you." I added haughtily, putting on airs.

The guard raised his hand and the door slid open.

Fuck.

So much for Schneider's protection.

The guard stepped into the cell, and as he did, he reached for his black baton hanging from the side of his belt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Unconsciously, I stepped in front of the bespectacled guy, shielding him with my body.

But he pushed me aside, stepping in front of me.

Equally confused and alarmed, I started to protest, "Hey, get behind-"

He ignored me. "I'll blow you if you let us go and don't report us." Then he reached for his wire-framed spectacles and took them off, slipping them into his pants's pocket.

Stunned, I simply gaped with wide eyes.

What the hell was he saying?

The guard's left eyebrow shot up. A contemplative look appeared on his face.

When I finally found my words, I hissed, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The bespectacled guy glanced over his shoulder at me. There was a resigned look on his face that made me go speechless again. I searched for the fear I'd seen before in his eyes, but it was gone now, as if it had never existed.

"It's okay," he said.

No, it wasn't okay.

"Sounds like a deal." Said the guard, removing his hand from his baton.

I was embarrassed to admit that it took me quite some time to understand what was happening here.

A transaction was taking place, plain and simple. 

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