Page 49 of Mercy & Malice

Micah swings around, facing me as he backs me away from our audience. “No. You’re not going to anything he asks. It’s never going to end. He’ll keep taking more until you’d rather be dead. I won’t let him do that to you.”

“We don’t have a choice. But this will at least give us a chance to survive and figure out how to get out of here, right?” I whisper, praying they can’t hear but unsure if they do.

“No. Let him kill me and end this.”

“Why would that end this? What if it changes nothing and then I’m here alone with them? Do you really think they’ll just release me if you’re dead?”

Judge shouts, “Gossip time is over. Decide how this is going to play out. Risk or reward.” When I look at Judge, he instructs me, “On your knees with his dick in your mouth would be a good gift, don’t you think?”

He wants me to give Micah a blow job in front of them.

Warden offers, “I’m ready to step in for him. Just say the word.”

“It’s an option if he doesn’t want his compensation.”

This situation is unfathomably horrific, yet that would still be worse.

I look back to Micah. He won’t meet my eyes, but I see the pain and disgust in his as he avoids me. When I go to drop on my knees, he catches my arm, keeping me on my feet as he seethes, “No.”

I don’t want to do this anymore than he wants me to. “Micah, I don’t want you to die. It’s not a big deal,” I lie. But one thing is true as I tell him lowly, “I’d rather it be you than anyone else, especially one of them.”

There’s a chuckle from the background that I don’t acknowledge and remind myself not to give them any more ideas on how to escalate our agony.

I repeat the same motto as I always tell myself, wanting the room dark again and them not in it. “The sooner we do this, the sooner they’ll leave.”

Micah states, “Then it’ll be worse next time. And the next.”

“So, we need to get out of here before next time, but we can’t do that if we’re dead,” I try again as he allows me to drop to my knees. Slowly, I pull his pants down enough to free him and take him in my hand.

Warden speaks, aggravated and loud. “I need some scenery other than his limp dick. Take off your clothes, bitch.”

I freeze, unable to move. When I unfortunately get a glimpse of Warden as he shouts more instructions, he is already jerking off.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” I yell. When he goes to stand, Judge holds up his hand, signaling for him to stop and he does, resuming his seat. It’s clear who the mastermind has been, but that’s further proof of who is in control and who needs to be put on a leash.

Judge commands, “Clothes off, girl.”

Without looking back towards them, I remove the little clothing I have on. The chilly air crawling over my skin as I take Micah in my hand. He looks like he’s about to barf as I tell him, “We’ve done this before. Let’s just get it over with. Quicker you finish, the better.” I try to keep my voice steady, but I can’t stop the sob from escaping, and I see the anguish on his features, feel it in the muscles tightening in his body.

Avoiding his gaze, I take him in my mouth, his dick growing harder, but he doesn’t move at all.

“Participate or we’ll start over,” Judge announces.

Warden adds, “Grab her hair.”

Micah slides his hand over my neck, his fingers gripping as he clings to me.

He knows I don’t want my hair pulled. He knows what that would do to me. And that’s what I focus on as I keep moving my tongue over him. The kindness and compassion in the pit of hell that we’re trapped in.

My eyes close as I try to imagine us in any surroundings other than where we’re at. Micah’s movements become jerky, but he’s still holding back and barely moving.

“Fuck her mouth harder,” Warden grunts out.

Micah doesn’t change his pace or movements, but I take him deeper. Crying and gagging, I keep my eyes down or closed, so I don’t have to see his face and he doesn’t have to watch me suffer.

Eventually, Micah pulls away, but Warden shouts, “Nah, let’s see if she spits or swallows.”

I take him back in my mouth as he finishes and growls, “You’re fucking dead.”