Imagines of Dreams

Dangerous Ear [r18]

'Ah.. I miss drinking with my friends, I miss having sex and mostly I miss my life. It's been 23 years since I was here and it's a fucking hell place.'

I blinked my eyes as I stared to the wall beside me thinking of what happened that day.

'I remembered how her vanilla fragrance filled my nostrils when I entered to her. Her angelic face that became distorted when I kissed her lips. Her scream motivated me to..... To.... Kill her.'

"Hey Doug! How did she tasted?" José asked. "It was amazing, I kind of missed it." I told to him and he seemed to agree with me. "Have you heard the news? Tonight we will have new jail mates!" His eyes filled with excitement made me disgust in return. 

We were busy with our conversation when I heard the metal bars clanged to each other. José the shitty friend went forward to look who will be our jailmates however he couldn't see anything so he dismissed his curiosity. I couldn't quite hear the conversation between the guards and new jailmates but I recognized that they were hispanic men.

It was night time and the dinner were served. After we ate José slept early because he still drugging himself here. I decided to do my daily routine to
Masturbate.

While I was masturbating, I overheard the conversations of newbies.

"Crisanto what are we going to do?"
"Let's stick to the plan and we'll get out of here!"

'They're planning to go out.. Nah, this is jail puta' I continued to masturbate until I cummed. I wiped the remains as I laid my head on the bed.

"The fuck Crisanto! How are we going to kill him?"
"Just be patient. Wait until the clock strikes to 12 midnight."
"Okay but make sure that I get the most hit."
"Yeah."

I stood up and went forward to the metal bars for me to listen more to the conversation. 'They're planning to kill someone?' I'm kind of interested with those two idiots' plan. I looked up at the clock as it said 11:50. The clock's ticking as I'm excited for their plan more than raping that little hispanic girl. 'Shit'

I waited while busy playing with my nails....
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I waited and waited while my eyes started to closed....
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I consciously heard some digging and curses...and it seemed close than what I expected.
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until it striked to 12 midnight.
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(Ding)
The only thing I could remember were the faces of the two hispanic men with bread knives.... They were angrily staring at me...

'I'm sorry for what I have done to your cousin'.

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