"You know, Kitty, I could give you so much more than what Carter or any other person can," I began as I could feel a smirk growing on my face as I looked at Kitty who sat across from me. Stoic and straight faced as always, her eyes watching me, "I'm not saying leave the poor guy, but...yeah, dump his ass."
I grunted when the guard whipped me with a baton on the back of my head and my head banged on the table and I started seeing stars so I just shut my eyes as I began to feel myself getting weaker from that hit.
I shut my eyes tightly and let out groans at the pain of that hit, "you know," I began through loud breaths, "I'm going to get out of this place and when I do, I'm going to get every single one of you, and kill you," I said and I felt a hand on my neck as they forced me to look up at Kitty and my head bobbed uncontrollably. I felt like I couldn't control my neck.
So the guard kept his hand on my neck as he forced me to sit still.
"You were telling me about how close you and your brother were," she began, "tell me more about your relationship with your parents."
My eyes were hooded as I looked at her through blurry vision and shook my head weakly, "it was fine, my mum spoiled me and that was that."
"Tell me about your mother," she said as she cocked her head and clicked her pen on the table.
I shut my eyes, trying to restore balance and control over my body but I was unable to. That hit to the back of my head, messed up my vision and balance, "uh..." I paused as I struggled to find the words to speak, "she was..." I paused as I shut my eyes tight. I told myself not to open them as I pictured my mother behind my eyes, "she was beautiful. A lot of people said she looked like Drew Barrymore. Short hair, beautiful smile, happy eyes and was willing to give love to everyone."
"She sounds amazing," that brought me out of that state as I opened my eyes and looked at Kitty, my vision clearer now.
I nodded, that being the only thing I could do as I pulled away from the guards hand, not wanting him to touch me. I turned my head and glared at him as I turned back around and looked at Kitty who was looking at me.
"I'm not feeling too well," I admitted as I looked down at the table, gripping the edges, and I heard the sound of something moving on the table. When I looked up I saw a glass of water that Kitty had slid to me, I smiled.
"Or," I began suggestively, "you and I could ditch the clothes, get on the table and hit it hard for hours," I said quickly and then once again a guard bashed me twice across my back and I fell to the floor after a guard kicked the chair, "shit!" I cried out when a guard kicked me in my stomach and I crawled into a ball as I tried to shield myself from the hits.
When they were done hitting me the blood freely flowed from the back of my head, my mouth and my nose as I lay there, shaking from the pain. I don't think I can move after this beating.
When I opened my eyes I saw a pair of high heeled red boots by my head and then slowly Kitty crouched down as she looked down at me and then tilted her head. She was handed a handkerchief as she moved my hair from my face, her actions delicate and kind as she began to wipe my mouth and my nose.
"Prisoner VII," she began as she held the now bloodied handkerchief in her hands, "I must apologise for all that you are going through," her words felt nothing like an apology, "but, I hope you understand that it's simply just business. The next time you speak to me like that," she paused as she caressed my cheek and I leaned into the action, "you won't have to worry about the guards, but worry about me."
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"Yo man, you really need to watch how you talk to Kitty," Mason began as he helped bandage my head, "she's beautiful but she's cold."
I jumped when he touched the back of my head and he quickly apologised, "why didn't you just leave?" Mason asked me, "I mean, you literally were so close and you turned back, why?"
I had told Mason what happened the other night. It was to just keep him quiet for half an hour and instead I do the talking. His voice was driving me insane so I had no choice but to tell him everything about my brother and I, including why I didn't leave.
This place was turning me into someone I wasn't and it was worrying me. Mason was right when he said that this place makes you feel alone, that this place makes you just want someone to listen to you. I've only been here a little over two weeks and I feel like I'm losing my mind.
I actually lost my mind a long time ago, but now, I was just falling deeper and deeper into insanity and I think it has to do with the fact that I was becoming obsessed with Kitty. I had created this entire thing in my head that I knew wasn't normal but I couldn't stop it.
"Because of Kitty," I repeated to Mason once again and he shook his head as he chuckled and moved away, his hands covered in my blood.
"Kitty will be the death of you, Prisoner VII," Mason said as he washed his hands in the basin, "you really going through all of this for her? Who's running the drug industry if you're here in this place?"
"I didn't really think this through," I admitted, "but I can't help how I feel about her. I just want to be sure about her before I take another step."
"Well the next time you escape can you please do me a favour and take me with you," Mason said as he laid down on his mattress, "I want to get out of here and see my daughter. That's all I want."
We were quiet for some time when I laid down on my stomach as I thought about all that I was doing, "Mason, what the hell am I doing?" I asked him, frustration and confusion thick in my voice.
"You're going after Carter's girl," he responded, sleep thick in his voice as he answered me, "and doing it in some very questionable ways."
"You think I'll get Kitty?" I asked him, suddenly insecure as I thought more about her.
He was quiet, "well...yeah, if Carter doesn't kill you first. I think if she could choose between an old dick and a young dick belonging to the American Don, she'd pick you," he chuckled.
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"Boss, your phone," I was sitting on my balcony, looking out at the beautiful sunset and just thinking about what life will be like in a few days. I can't wait to look at sunsets with the love of my life, for the rest of my life.Beauty and I have been looking at sunsets for these past few weeks and I can't get out of my mind how peaceful she and I are whenever we watched the sun set. I'll hold her in my arms and I won't get tired of her body being close to mine and now...now we're going to be parents."Boss," I snapped my head back at the silly man who kept calling me."Who the fuck is it?" I snapped at him. I was thinking about Beauty and whenever I think about her, I don't want to get interrupted because I enjoy the world I get lost in."It's your uncle, he says you want to hear him, it's about Beauty," the man said as he hande
After our little yet beautiful and private, kind of sad excuse of a ceremony, everything felt right with the world and everything felt perfect between us. The sun seemed to shine a bit brighter and the air felt cooler with all the breeze that blew through his bedroom. We were having the time of our lives, still dressed in our wedding attire and acting silly.We sang and danced around his bedroom, spinning each other and rapping along to rap music. We ordered pizzas and sat and ate about a million slices as we talked about baby names and decorating a baby room.We laughed and took a nap, wrapped up in each other's arms and it felt like we really had our wedding day. To us, we were already married. We just needed it to be on paper but that's alright.Yesterday felt like a dream as I stood arguing with Zale right now. It's nothing serious, he just doesn't want me to leave but I promised him I'd be fine b
Zale refused to let me out of his sight ever since we found out I was expecting. I can't even go to the bathroom alone without him following me to make sure I don't get hurt. I keep telling him it's alright to at least let me pee in peace but the man is determined to protect me and who am I to stop him from that?So I had to keep us entertained because if we weren't making love or having rough and wild sex, we were sitting and planning for our future, talking about this baby and how we'd spoil them rotten.Zale has been begging me for the past week to show him my wedding dress, that was hidden in his closet somewhere and I made him swear he won't look at it. I know he keeps his word when it comes to me.I kept telling him no but today, I guess we were feeling a bit rebellious and I was so eager for him to see the dress. I didn't care about anything else because I wa
"That's the third time you've thrown up this morning," Zale complained and looked at me with great concern as he handed me a glass of water to drink, "I'm calling the doctor, whether you like it or not," he told me. I understood why he wanted to call the doctor but it was just a bit of normal sickness. I probably ate something that upset my stomach and I was paying for it. Or maybe it’s because of my detoxing and my diets and it’s somehow upsetting my stomach."No," I shook my head, "I'm fine," I sighed, handing him back the now empty glass as I put my forehead into my palm, wondering why the hell I was feeling so under the weather. I couldn’t help but ask myself what it really is because everything that I’m on is healthy and it shouldn’t make me throw up like this."Look at you, Beauty. The sooner I call the doctor in, the faster you can get better. I don't want you feeling so sick on
We were both all wrapped up in his silk sheets, our legs intertwined and his hands all over my body and my hands all up in his hair. We were both sweaty and only calming down from the multiple orgasms we both experienced.The curtains were wide open and the room was brightly lit with the early morning sun. Fresh air was coming into his massive master bedroom that was the size of a mall with a bed that could fit more than twenty people.Everything really felt right with the world at this moment as I looked at this man who had given me a lot more than I thought he or any other person would be able to. I really can’t stop thinking about how well he has treated me and how long he stayed by my side even when I was struggling with my addiction and trust issues."Zale," I said his name softly and he kissed me on my collarbone, "you're the first person to
"I'm going to go see Hadassah," I told Zale as I stepped out of the shower with him and avoided his eyes. It was because I knew exactly how he would react when I told him. Zale blames Hadassah for my overdose and I’ve argued with him and tried to explain to him that it was all entirely my fault and I had manipulated Hadassah for my own wants. Zale refuses to see it that way, to him, if Hadassah actually cared about me, she wouldn’t have brought me the drugs.He does have a point but I refuse to blame Hadassah because it was my decision to take the drugs and I take full responsibility for it."Why?" he asked me, furrowing his eyebrows, as he looked down at me and I matched the intensity of his gaze."Because she's my friend and I want to invite her to the wedding.""I don't like her," he said with a frown and I sighed. Zale had been so upset after my overdose and