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“You said I was safe here.” Hopefully after today he finally realized my dad's friend isn't the only threat to me here.
“They didn't get through, did they?”
“Not yet. Can't I come with you today? Then you don't have to worry about having to come all this way to get me tomorrow.”
He hesitates and then shakes his head. “You're not that far. Picking you up on the way to the club won't be a problem.”
“Yes, but what if they come back? Wouldn't it be better if they followed me to where you are so you can take care of theproblem yourself? Then you don't have to worry about any of these yahoos killing anyone else too soon.”
“I can't.”
“Adding this to yourcan't listisn't a good idea, Tony.”
“You shouldn't call me that in front of the others tomorrow,” he says, getting to his feet. “I'll see you in the morning. Try to stay above your pillow instead of falling under it again until then.” He walks outside the enclosure before I can say anything else. The guard waves him off, looks at me, and winks as he locks it. I close my eyes, wanting to go back to sleep until tomorrow. I should have made Antonio take me with him somehow. Hugged my body around him as he walked out. Smash our mouths together and rock against him to remind him of how much better it is when he doesn't turn me away.
The lock jiggling has my eyes snapping open again and one of my many roommates is being moved somewhere. It was only me and him in here most of the day, the others tasked to do different jobs or walking around to make trades with others. I lost those privileges my first week here. No need to get into why right now though. Let's just say Mr. Handsy watching me now didn't take kindly to me using his cheek to put out my cigarette. I feel like he's been waiting for this very moment to finally make me pay. For us to be mostly alone. I've been wishing for it to never come. I search around frantically, folding my knees to my chest. “What are you looking at, asshole?”
He smirks, opening the enclosure and stepping inside. “I just hate how sad and lonely you are in here with all your friends gone. I think you're in need of some company. Don't worry, I don't mind helping you out.”
“Don't come near me.” I reach under my sheet for the knife I snuck in here.
“Relax. I think we could be of good use to each other. I know there are things you want outside this place, and for a price I'll get them for you.”
“I don't want anything you have to offer,” I spit out.
“I beg to differ.” The bed dips when he lowers himself beside me. Licking his lips, he rests a hand on my thigh and pushes apart my legs.
“I'm warning you not to keep going.”
“Going where? Here?” Sliding his fingers between my legs, he brushes over my cock and I grimace.
“I didn't want to have to do this.” Wrapping my fingers around the knife, I pull it open and shove it in his shoulder instead of his neck when he moves too fast. His face reddens and he grits his teeth, swallowing down his disgruntled sounds.
“You little shit. You'll pay for that.” He grabs me around my neck and presses me harder to the wall, the knife partially in his shoulder. It didn't go very deep. Yanking it out, he smiles from ear to ear and undoes my pants.
“No. Please.”
“I was going to be gentle. But not anymore.”
My cock spills out when he yanks down the front of my underwear and my vision blurs from tears. “I'm sorry. Please stop. I don't want this.”
“It doesn't matter what you want anymore, sweetheart. You kissed that goodbye long ago.” Releasing my neck, he forces me to my stomach and I'm naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds.
Tears sting my eyes and I can't breathe. I feel like I've fallen into the ocean and water is entering my lungs. “No,” I say again, as if it'll make a difference. As if it'll stop him from spreading my cheeks and spitting on my hole.
“I've been waiting a long time for this.”
Tensing up, I close my eyes, playing the song in my head that Antonio asked me to sing in Mexico.
“The plane will land soon. Just keep singing.”
I do and a loud bang interrupts the course of the song. Minutes later my pants are lifted up and I'm yanked into someone's arms. “It's okay, burrito.” Antonio's smooth voice tickles my ear. “I got you. I told you I won't let anything bad happen, didn't I?”
Nodding into his chest, I sob harder, gripping at his jacket with my fingers. “Can I please go with you now?”
He rubs his nose into my hair, holding me tighter. “Yes. You can come with me.”
“When?”
