sarcasm • joel luschek (Orange Is The New Black , OITNB)

six

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"So,", the man started as he took his first few steps up the stairs, me following behind.  "You gotta name, cutie?"

I blushed, looking even higher up to face him.  "Mariana, what about you?  Or do you just want me to call you stranger all the time?", I smirked.

"Donnie.", he responded as we turned into a bedroom.  At first the tour was average, well as average as a mansion with literally 5 different game rooms can be, then he had me in one specific bedroom- his- and taking it slower then the others.

I grew nervous at how slow he was actually going, at this point I was just smiling and nodding at his mouth moving and stopping.  "So you say, boujé.", I heard and let out a mutter of 'cool' because I wasn't listening and didn't know what he was talking about.

His large hand I felt suddenly grasp my bottom, he squeezed it and I jolted around to actually face him.  I couldn't put words together properly, I was angry he did that and all fucked in the head.

"Let's have some fun on that silk bed you like so much then, 'eh'?", he smirked and shoved me backwards so I flew back, my hands above my head.  I was too scared and drunk to move, I felt like I was gonna hurl at any second.  Maybe that'll be my self defense.

My body was suddenly flipped over roughly and handcuffed to the bed frame, this was real life, this was happening.  I was about to be raped.

"I'm into this shit, Miss Mariana.", he said and I got hear him fumbling with his belt.  "Oh, just so you know.  You now belong to me.", he said and I heard the buckle pop and him throw it off the bed followed by a small thud.

I finally mustered up a word.  "Hel-help!", I screamed in an almost incomprehensible tone.  Then I tried again.  "Help me!  Please!", I sobbed and tears started streaming down my face and onto the pillow under my face.

I couldn't see what he was doing, what he was about to insert into me was obvious but I'm glad I couldn't see that.  "You ready, Miss Mariana.", he said and I could practically hear him smirking.

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Everyone started getting up, I didn't know why, I didn't have my given schedule with me.  I was too busy talking to Luschek I didn't even really care.

Those entire long hours we talked, made stupid jokes back and fourth to each other and complimented them even if they were shit, were actually quite fun.

"Where do I go?", I asked hoping he would have an idea.

"No clue.", he said.  Gee, thanks.  "Ask Chapman."

I rolled my eyes and headed towards the exit, towards the blond girl.  "Chapman!", I called, and she didn't at first but, eventually turned around.

"Yes, Mrs. Luschek?", she asked and I gave her this offended look, why is she calling me that?

"First of all, no.  Second, where are we suppose to be going?", I asked and she scoffed and looked away from me.

"Lunch.", she said plainly and started walking off.  I followed behind her because I didn't know where it was.  I must've skipped breakfast this morning or something when I went on that expedition for clean clothes.

I was pretty goddamn hungry to say the least.  Yesterday I didn't get to eat anything due to the sentencing and shit.  I saw everyone and there must've been about 75 people in this once room- maybe more.

There was a line, like I was back in high school waiting for some soggy cheeseburger or grease-covered pizza.  I stepped behind what I thought was the last woman in the line when a someone tapped my shoulder.

I cautiously turned around and came chest to face with a couple girls, all looking rather skinny but buff as hell.  "The hell you think you're doing, you little enchilada fuck?", one of them asked.

"I prefer tacos.", I said calmly and shrugged.  The girls didn't get my humor at all, in fact it pissed them off even more.

"I'm about to beat you face level with my taco!", one of the other girls yelled and then the one from before swung a punch at me.

I dodged under her, faster then she could say 'fuck' and then she swung again but I ran backwards and out the lunchroom doors.  The guard didn't seem to notice, or if he did he didn't care.

I pushed passed random people in the hallway, hoping to throw some of them in the way of the girls chasing me as rude as that sounds, and didn't know where to go besides the yard.  So that's where I went.

I opened the door and took a sharp turn to the corner of a building beside another building, it was out in the open but that's what made me hidden.  I crouched down and put my arms on my knees then my head on top of them.

If they saw me I wouldn't have anywhere to run anyways.  I figured I'd sit here through lunch, just skip it today, but maybe not here exactly.

I poked my head up and didn't see any sign of the girls so I stood up and walked to an empty picnic table.  I sprawled my arms across the picnic table, the changing weather freezing my forearms on the metal but I ignored it.

"Inmate, that's a shot, get to lunch.", the guard from the block told me, Bennett I think his name was.  I had my chin rested on the cold metal and looked at him through my lashes.

"What's a shot, I'm new.", I asked.  "And I almost died by a group of crazy crack head freaks, so I don't think I'll be heading back with all due respect, C.O. Bennett.  Besides, none of these girls are inside eating- don't you think I'd like to be eating right now?", I asked motioning to the others roaming the yard.

He looked all too confused and just walked off.  "I didn't let this happen.", he said and smiled, letting me off the hook.

I sat there with my hands curled over the other side of the table and lifting my body up and down to keep my ass from freezing off.  "Mariana?", a familiar squeaky voice called, I turned and saw I was right outside of the electrical building, there stood Luschek giving me a weirded out look.

I got up and despite how badly I wanted to talk to him, words of that Chapman girl rang through my head.  Mrs. Luschek.  What's next, would they call me his little pet all because he didn't want to risk being fired by letting an inmate work when it wasn't officially their job?

I headed off, throwing my hands in the pocket of my khaki brown prison pants and speed walking off.  I kept my head down, feeling guilty at what I was doing but I wasn't about to be called a pet or whatever other words girls can think up.

Luschek was actually sweet.  A dickhead, but in a good way.

I'm sorry if chapters keep getting shittier and shittier, I have ideas but they won't come together, if you're reading this as I'm posting should I have the riot go on now or later?  Except when they get taken to the bus- they won't.  Instead will be forced to clean the prison or whatever I decide.  Riot or no riot just yet?