A Trap Within A Trap

Chapter 14

Laid out on his rack in his grey Montgomery, Alabama Drake Correctional uniform. He examined the dilapidated ceiling high above with his hands behind his head. He counted the steel beams and hanging lights, making patterns where their where none. Beams barely held up tons of steel and concrete. Barely.

If maintenance and up keep was ever necessary maybe twenty years after this facility was built, then it's already three times past that deadline. Asbestos filled flaking paint chips, accompanied by rusted nuts and bolts which fell onto unsuspecting inmates while day dreaming in the direction of the remembered the sky.

Jaquez suffered a painful eye infection from a flake  once after waiting a week before the guards finally believed his pain, though by then his eye had swole to the size of a tennis ball, while bleeding. Time and time again he was told he must've gotten the infection from a fight, and was sent to his bunk. Jaquez closed his eyes to hold in the tear that usually would fall when he felt like this 'Just take it one day at a time Jah.' Jaquez consoled himself.

'Two years in this mo fucka, and who knows how many more before I even reach indictment!' Jaquez felt the tear fester on the edge of his eye, teetering between falling down his eyes edge or back under where it belonged. Wheresoever a tear begins, so and there is where it should end. He hoped it would fall back in so that he wouldn't have to move to wipe it away. Showing weakness in here was just asking a perv, or predator (usually one and the same) to please come fuck me or fuck wit me.

'God, it was nice just hearing a New Yorker over the phone.' he thought. 'I know I gotta be gettin all soft because I just got off the phone with Marisa. She sounded so good, and did me a solid with the phone sex. I know she really was rubbin those big C cups while she talked to me about that BJ she gave me on the A train to Rockaway. For some reason we had the whole car to ourselves in the middle of the day.' He relived her oral strokes making his dick tingle, and sometimes his whole body. She knew tricks no hoe, or good girl had every done to him. They were so good he usually never got to see what exactly she was doing to him. He would stare to try and catch it, shit maybe he'd do it to himself when he had too. Every time the waves of tingly pleasure would begin his eyes would roll back in his head, leaving his head unsupported by his neck and it would all just fall back.

He loved how just after he came, she worked him back up again and straddled him in his chair. He could now feel her thick thigh's on his hips every time he pushed into her ass-pussy. Though when he last enjoyed this memory he really was on his boys cellphone in the bathroom stall, with the strong stench of old dried, and fresh wet piss, with a hint of cum from another locked up inmates load.

'How much longer can I sit here, before I just don't give a fuck anymore and, AND JUST CRASH OUT!' Exploded into his mind as it drifted to the constitutional rights being rammed up his ass like a stole and raped slave. Jaquez knew that if he started this conversation with somebody, it would just make him look like a green ass pussy. Everybody in here had the same story, especially if you didn't have a paid lawyer like he had now thanks to Marisa.

'There's to many brown folks in here on trumped up charges. Like dudes in here on revoked probation, cuz their pissed of girlfriends phone calls to police. One sittin for two years just for a pre-trial, and this same bitch had done this same shit to another nigga already in here two years before only for her to take back her statement. Then there's fuckin ghost dope; when you're pushed to plead out tah something two or three other snitches said you did while or before you even got locked up, so that they could get they own sentences reduced.

A legal system with perpetual customers, to fund a corrupt law enforcement system more interested in the number game of arrests rather than their duty of protecting and serving towards justice. And if you're sitting in your comfortable house, eating food that doesn't have warning labels of contents not being fit for human consumption saying you would never plead out when you know you are innocent, I'd like to see you survive in level five security for a month let alone years before the possibility of due process. When the fact is everyone that has lasted till their trial then has to deal with a District Attorney who has taken the extra expense of trial personally, and is willing to bend more than a few rules to throw you under the jail as an example to all the other "animals" in here.'