𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .
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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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⌖ FUCK YOU XXX | O39. ‹ ⚜ › ❝ what you was tryna do? 'cause we coulda' talked in the visitation room. ❞
— JANUARY TWENTIETH 3:OO P.M. ᐟ
Jasiah ended up securing the job in the facility's maintenance department through Officer Monroe. It was a role that gave him access to a variety of areas that were usually off limits to regular inmates—like the storage sheds, supply closets & the laundry rooms. These places were essential for the operations of the facility, & since he was now an official worker, he could move more freely throughout the grounds without raising suspicion. Spoon also landed the same job, allowing them to both have these accesses without trouble.
"I got you the job. Now, you gotta pay your debt." Monroe said with a sly smile. "But I should've cut the deal, seeing how you cut up with me yesterday." She put her hand on her hip, looking him up & down.
Jasiah gave her a slow look back. "I do, huh? Well, come to my cell tonight & I'ma settle all that debt for you. Bring a condom big enough to fit me or I'ma turn you around. I ain't fucking raw." He pointed, his tone serious.
Later that night, closer to midnight, Monroe made an effort to be able to get this debt settled, slipping quietly into his cell, which was barely illuminated with any light, the heavy metal door creaking softly at her entrance. Jasiah was lounging on his bed, his feet covered in his long white socks & his slides swung idly over the edge. His shirt was nowhere to be seen, his chest exposed for her for the first time. The sight of his body sent a rush of heat through her, her pulse quickening as she took in the well defined muscles & ink covering his skin, a map that she had only just begun to explore.
Spoon laid in his bed, head propped against his pillow with his nose buried deep in a book, the soft glow of a small flashlight was the only source of effective light in the cell for him to see the small text. He heard the slight creak of the door & glanced up just as Monroe stepped in. He shook his head before going back to his book. This wasn't his business.
She climbed onto Jasiah's bunk, sitting on the far side of it, the spot farthest from the cell bars before tossing a gold wrapped condom pack in his hand. She leaned in, her voice a hushed whisper. "Your friend still awake. He gonna hear us?"
