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If Trenton tries his shit, I’ll be ready. I won’t be able to do much, but I can make sure I give as good as he does.
Instead of easing me through the opening of the door to get to the solitary confinement cells, Trenton purposely bumps me into the door jamb and I can’t protect my face since I’m cuffed. My nose takes the brunt of the pain, my forehead a close second. I will kill this motherfucker.
“Oops,” he drawls sarcastically. “Watch where you’re going.”
My vision blurs for a second and I shake my head to clear it. I stumble a little and see it takes Trenton off guard. His knees dip and he struggles to catch my weight. “Stay on your feet, inmate,” he growls.
I nod, like I’m complying. When he drops his guard, I’ll be ready to pay his ass back for all his bullshit.
The thing about Trenton is he’s a sadist. He likes to inflict his punishment, and he likes to do it alone. He doesn’t let other guards into his realm of ass whooping, so when the warden tasked him with taking me down to solitary, he didn’t ask for another escort. I’ve been a prisoner long enough to know that guards are supposed to work in pairs to take an inmate to solitary confinement. For their own safety.
There are also no cameras down here. Trenton feels like he can handle me alone.
Big fucking mistake on his part.
When we’re near one of the last cells, Trenton starts to gloat. “It’ll feel so good to put my foot in your ass. I haven’t had a good workout in weeks.” He turns me to face him, smiling as he sees the lump that I feel forming on my forehead. “That’s a start. All we have to do now is—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence because I head butt the fuck out of him. Not enough to break his nose, but he staggers. I laugh, enjoying the look of outrage he shoots me as unbidden tears leak from his eyes.
“You’ve made a big mistake,” he roars, reaching out to choke me. I duck, causing his hands to bump against the wall. Trenton snarls in frustration, grabbing my ponytail and pulling, taking me off my feet.
Good.
In less than five seconds, I have my feet through my cuffed hands and my wrists in front of me. Spinning around on my butt quickly, I clip Trenton’s legs from under him, making him fall to his back since I caught him off guard. He lands heavily and I’m on him, balling my fists and pummeling his face. I don’t get much purchase since my hands are cuffed.
Before I can bring both hands down in a more effective punch, Trenton knees me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I roll into it, trying to lessen the pain. Hopping up quickly, I duck just in time to throw Trenton over my back since he rushed at me. I use his momentum against him, making him land on his side with a thud.
While he’s on the ground, I get behind him and wrap my cuffed hands around his neck. With a knee in his back, I pull. He starts to sputter, trying to scratch at my hands.
“Rax, please … Don’t … do … this,” he mutters, sputtering. He manages to get a few fingers between the chain of the cuffs and wrenches my hands away. I topple back, breathing as heavily as Trenton. He coughs and rubs his throat. “Please … man …” he says and I almost laugh.
Fuck this guy.
Going back in, I hop on his back and put my bicep around his neck. His movements are slower and weaker than they were when I was strangling him. He won’t knock me away this time.
When I get him in position, I put my mouth close to his ear. “Looks like I’ll be the one putting a foot in your ass today.” With that, I pull back and to the side, hearing the satisfying crunch of his neck breaking.
Trenton’s dead weight is a relief to let go of. Breathing hard, I look down at him and the realization of what I just did sinks in. I’m not at all sorry, but this will land me on death row …
… if they catch me.
As quickly as I can, I pull Trenton into the cell he had ready for me. After that, I find the keys and uncuff myself and strip off his uniform. I frown in distaste that I have to put it on, but it means my freedom, so I do it. His shoes are the only things that don’t fit. I’m a size thirteen and Trenton barely wears a ten. My feet are scrunched, but I’ll work with it for the time being.
Searching his pockets, I find a set of keys that I’m sure he’s not supposed to have on him and his cell phone. I also strip him of his loaded weapon.
I tuck Trenton’s doughy body into the bed and shut the cell door. It’ll be only a matter of time before he’s discovered, so I need as big of a head start as I can.
When I get back to the hallway we came through, I look left and right, making sure no other guards are around. The hat I have on from his stupid uniform will only hide me from the cameras that are mounted above, not from another guard that might happen to walk past. Trenton and I have almost the same build—except I have a six pack from prison workouts—so the guard manning the cameras won’t think it’s too suspicious. Anyone walking the corridor will spot me in a second and know what’s up.
Remembering there’s an exit close by, I make my way down a short hallway and see it just ahead. I quickly, but not suspiciously walk towards it, trying to look as normal and unassuming as possible.
Luck is on my side because the door opens soundlessly, leading to the parking lot with the staff vehicles. I look down at the symbol for the key in my hand, seeing it’s a Ford and set off at an unhurried pace to find it. There’s no key fob with an alarm on it, so I have to search manually. When I come across a brown rust bucket of a truck, I know it belongs to Trenton. He looks like the type that won’t get an upgrade until the old one is falling the fuck apart.
So glad I offed that piece of shit.
Opening the door—it’s unlocked because who the fuck would want to steal this fucking trashed piece of shit—I slide inside and start the engine. It makes a choking sound, but the engine turns over.
I keep the hat on as I drive to the exit gate. The guard manning it barely glances up when he sees me coming. Over the sound of this loud-ass engine, I hear, “Night, T.” I nod, then drive through, on my way back to my club. On my way to freedom.
