Page 34 of On Your Life

“You fucking bitch,” he hisses.

He crosses the room in long, furious strides. Before I can move, his hand fists into my hair. Pain explodes across my scalp. My whole body shakes as he yanks me from the top bunk, my feet barely finding the floor before he’s dragging me toward the common area.

“You want to play games?” His voice is low and vicious. “I’ll fucking play. Let’s see how you like solitary.”

I can barely catch my footing as he hauls me through the pod.

“I haven't even done anything!”

I look toward the other guard at the desk as I yell. He doesn’t even spare me a glance. And that neverending pit of dread opens back up inside me.

What the fuck have I done?

***

He doesn’t let up the entire walk to solitary. My head aches at the roots from the vice grip he has on my hair. Every step sends another sharp sting through my scalp and I’m starting to wonder if he’s actually going to rip it out.

The familiar tile disappears beneath my feet and concrete replaces it. The heavy clang of a steel door opening and closing is the only warning I get before I’m flung into a concrete wall. My shoulder hits first and pain shoots through me.

“What the fuck did you do?” he roars between ragged breaths.

His chest heaves as he stares me down and suddenly I feel like I’ve been locked in a room with a rabid animal.

“I didn’t fucking do anything, you psychopath!” I match his tone even though my voice trembles.

My response elicits a sinister smile and fear like I have never known washes over me like cold water.

He crosses the room quickly. His hand shoots up and closes around my throat, tight and unforgiving.

“Liar,” his voice skitters across my jaw, barely above a whisper. Goosebumps erupt across my arms like my very being is afraid. “Do you know what happens to liars?”

I can't answer. I don’t think I could if I tried. His gaze stays locked onto mine. My head shakes violently in response and my vision swims.

“What should I do to you, liar? Or should I call you by your real name, killer?” he growls.

His hand never leaves my throat as he grips my wrist and shoves it against something hard. Metal teeth scratch my palm and it dawns on me where it’s pinned as he pushes his hips further into me. My mind can barely wrap around the sheer size of his cock.

Only a thin bit of fabric separates us and I can’t tell if the throbbing is coming from him or my own heartbeat.

“Is this what you wanted, little killer? To see me come undone?” he breathes into my ear.

The friction from his movements begins to irritate my palm but I can’t focus on that because my head starts spinning from the lack of oxygen.

As if he knows what my body is begging for he releases his grip on my throat. The coughs that come out of me are anything but gentle. My body caves in on itself as I desperately try to fill every millimeter of my lungs with air.

My head is yanked backward and a hiss escapes my lips. Icy blue eyes lock onto mine before our mouths slam together.

The kiss is hostile. I feel saliva on my cheeks and chest from choking for air. His tongue meets mine and I almost melt into his touch, almost.

“Fuck you. I’m looking forward to spitting on your goddamn grave,” he growls.

I swallow his threat. He breaks the kiss, his tongue tracing my jaw down to my collar before he bites down on the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck and a scream escapes my lips. The concrete wall connects with the back of my head as his palm clamps over my mouth.

“Shh, wouldn’t want someone to hear you now would we?”

This is fucking insane. My gaze darts around the ceiling for a camera but there isn’t one in sight. This psycho is going to kill me for this.

My racing thoughts are brought to a screeching halt as he unsheathes himself and I gasp. The head of his cock is so swollen that it looks like it’s about to split in two. A piercing sits near the tip, glistening in the dim light. I always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by someone with a piercing.