Purgatory

7

Tigs visit passed in a haze. Juice still had a few weeks before the new semester started, he just wanted to get his head on right. He hadn't seen any of his buddies from campus, Tully had checked in every day, pretty much preventing him from doing much of anything. He hated that control he had started to regain was being stripped away from him. He hadn't heard from Amber; he was starting to give up on that.

Maybe Tig had been right, maybe she was just using for information. They sent her back to Kansas, supposedly, he would probably not ever hear from her again. He could accept that, he would just have to go on, be glad he never told her too much. She was the only person that knew anything about his past, he was just thankful he hadn't told her the details of why he ran.

It was six pm, Tully would be getting back to his cell from yard, he would have about thirty minutes before chow. Juice was supposed to check in, he didn't want too. He couldn't wrap his head around how or why Tully suddenly had the time to talk to him every day. Just to make sure he wasn't hanging out with the Sons specifically. He paced the room, that dirty feeling crawling over him the way it did in the past.

The phone rang several times, Juice contemplated hanging up, but the line connected before he could. "Hey baby."

Juice sighed, rolling his eyes. They were back to this; he hated this part of dealing with Tully.

"Hey Ron. Checking in."

"Try not to sound so happy baby. You know I'm just trying to take care of you. You tend to get yourself into trouble when I give you too much freedom."

Juice paced the width of the living room, not sure what to say. Tully wasn't wrong, Juice had gone almost nuts when Amber left. He killed a fucking guard, and for what? To show Tully who was boss of this. That hadn't really worked out in his favor, now there were guys patrolling his area all the time, he had to check in regularly, he had pissed off Satan and now he had to deal.

"Yeah I know. I appreciate you looking out for me Papi. Anything exciting happen today?" He didn't really care, but he had to pretend to care, at least a little. He still had his end goal, he had to play the game until he could break out for good.

"Not yet baby. I have some time though; you could make it exciting for me." Tully voice was sticky and deep, it felt like it was crawling over Juice, touching him everywhere.

Silently he banged his head on the door frame, wishing he could just drop the call. He did not want to go back down this road, he had finally gotten Tully to stop being sleazy. He had been in control of that, yet he really brought it on himself. He shouldn't have gotten so touchy feely with the man last time he visited. It was of course to get information out of the monster, but it hadn't worked. All it seemed to have done was getting Tully riled up enough to put him back in his place.

"I don't feel great today. Can we talk about something else?" Juice tried to sound unwell, in truth he wanted to vomit. He couldn't image when this nightmare was going to end. He knew where this conversation was about to go, he had avoided most real sexual interactions with Tully since he had gotten out.

"We could I suppose, but you see... you got me all worked up baby. Then you left, had me worried. You used to play so nice with me, but now I never hear from you. I don't get your pretty pictures anymore; you only call when you need something. What we have here, is a give and take baby. I keep givin, you keep takin. I protect what's mine sweetheart, and you are mine baby. You need me to give, don't you baby? What are you gonna do out there? Huh? I'd hate to have you end up right back in here with me. But... if that's what got to happen..." Juice didn't really understand what was happening, this was the worst Tully had ever been to him. Even on the inside, he had never been this much of a creep. His Tully was different with him, fuck... His Tully... What did that even mean?

The calls, and texts had been a mix of lewd, casual, sometimes almost sweet way he used to be with him. Despite not wanting too, Juice had come to like Tully over the year he had been out. He could at least admit that, he had been a good friend when he needed someone, he took care of him, he didn't treat him badly. None of the horrible things he had done to him in the beginning went on for very long inside, once they were away from anyone that mattered.

He had taken all of that for granted, tried to corner Tully, tried to be something he wasn't. He had put gasoline on a stifled fire, and the monster that raged from it wasn't to be tamed anytime soon. The context of their conversations were changing, Tully was exhibiting more direct control, making threats, and he didn't always follow up with any form of care as he would have in the past.

Juice had fucked up, now it was time to pay the piper. Tully held his life in his hands, and he knew it was in his best interest to behave accordingly. He didn't say anything, he knew Tully was right, he just waited for direction.

"Send me picture baby. I want to see your pretty face." He paused as if he were thinking on what he just said. "You know, better yet. You have video call on that fancy phone of yours, I do too. Turn your camera on, I'll tell you what to do."

Juice panicked inside, with the camera on there was no way for him to fake any of their conversation. He would have to do whatever Tully told him to do, because the man would be able to see him. "I'm waitin baby. Clocks tickin."