" But also with those big tits, who resists? "He made fun of P2 out loud, laughing. "The handsome guy messed me with the whore last night, so I was wondering: Why does he bother to eat a slut, if he's eating first-rate meat with the rich whale? Yeah, I think so. I spent the whole night thinking about the idea and I didn't come to any conclusion. If it were me, if I had that whole plane available, I wouldn't have the dick in my pants anymore. I would put it in it on every visit, especially the intimate ones. But there are people who don't know how to enjoy it, and still keep interrupting other people's fucks. That's what I say, friends, this prison is full of fags and closeted fags. Holy shit. I can't stand so many males around anymore. I would give anything to eat that rich pussy. Who knows someday?”"Calm down," asked Ramirez, desperate. He noticed that the fork broke in my hand. I broke a fucking metal fork thicker than usual. "Pablo, stay calm, don't listen. He's doing it on purpos
"A detacker was found dead in his cell," said my mother, waking me up from a dream that I was totally surrounded by the kisses of an absurdly hot actor. It took me a while to understand what the hell she was talking about. I blinked, yawned, so I asked you to repeat it. "I said that this morning, one of the inmates of the prison where you have been spending more time than in your own house, was found dead. He was hanging with a sheet, but you know that everything inside the prison is solved in this way. So there's a chance he was murdered.”That wasn't the best way to wake up a child. My eyes widened as she spoke, so my head turned absurdly when I made mention of standing in bed. All that time lying down, and that pressure in my head that was still getting in the way of going back to work, made me even weaker in the face of that news. I strongly resisted the desire to fall back into bed, and stared at my mother with half-closed eyes."And who was the detained?”"They couldn't say the
For my full alarm, Pablo cried for good. Loud enough for the sound to echo, and I got up, leaning his head against my stomach as I hugged him tightly. He was so cruel. Not only to him, but to his deceased friend himself. Both wanting freedom, both having a whole world ahead of them. Now one of them would remain alone, and the other's family would be devastated by pain. I knew the pain. I was once the child who lost his father, so it hurt deeply in me.That's why I allowed Pablo to use me as an anchor and cry all his sorrow. I allowed her to get carried away by that pain and keep her exposed to the world. Because I understood all that with such notion that I was affected in the same way. I didn't know the man. I didn't even remember your name. But still, I cried for him.I prayed that he would find a good place to live and that his soul would be avenged at the right time. The worst problem with the prison was that no one could tell who had really killed the man. Of course there would b
I watched the man, frowning."What were you?”"Cousands," he said, shaking his head painfully. So he reached out a hand to me. "I call Pietro Gusman.”"Joana" I said back, shaking your hand. " Why did you never get along?”"Ah, our families have always had a lot of problems," he said vaguely, so he shrugged. "It's complicated.”"I hope you get well too," I sincerely wished."Oh, I'll stay... It is always very sad to see someone being buried, but death will come to everyone. I'll accept it.”"Yes, you're right.”"Do you believe in destiny, Joana?”I frowned, totally confused."I think so.”"I totally believe," he said still in a gloomy tone, watching the burial before us. "A while ago, I was no one in my life. I spent a few years lamenting about a past that I barely remembered properly. So I met some people who changed me completely. These people were friends with others, and others, and I ended up becoming part of a circle full of people who didn't know why they knew each other. It's
In the days following Ramirez' death, it was hell to have to sleep alone.I had constant nightmares. I watched his death with total impotence. I cried when I woke up and I cried when I slept. He spent his days with red eyes and his head hurting. In addition to all this, I also started to have increasingly constant crises due to shortness of breath. Everything seemed to be heading for my death, with each passing day, and my body seemed weaker. I was lazing inside that damn place. The coughs reached a point that no one else could ignore.When I wasn't too busy monitoring the coughs, I was thinking about how much I had failed not to be with Ramirez at the time he needed it most. All I could have done, in fact, the least, was not to get involved in trouble with the hottest gang leader in the whole prison. I could have been very quiet, as he asked. Who knows all the time he spent asking me to cool my head, in fact it didn't sound like his killer to think he would be urging me to go after h
I felt so bad. Not only because of the pain and pressure in my chest, but because I was always seeing that P2 was right, and that everyone in that place respected me in some way. They even tried to protect me in the best possible way. Alefe was so persuasive that he really managed to get the guards to escort me to the infirmary. There, as always, it was empty, and I went straight to my inhaler. I don't remember putting the correct dosage, and I knew my heart would race to the point of stopping at once, but I needed air, I was desperate for the medicine.With a few swallows, I was able to get back into focus. At least the room returned to my eyes and I found some guards supporting me so as not to fall. In addition to them, I also noticed that the prison director was standing, talking on the phone. I just expected it to be a call from Joana, because I knew that night would not pass. I had already postponed that truth too much and lost my only friend because of her. I couldn't help but t
When I received the call from the prison director saying that Pablo Soares would like to make a confession, I got in my car and didn't even worry about knowing if my security guards were following me. I was euphoric about the news, and dropped all the research I was doing on Pietro Gusman. The man had taken my sleep every night after Pablo's friend's funeral, and I kept that information a secret until I found out how our stories merged.The only people who still knew what I was up to were my sisters, because my mother was kept out of the equation. I still didn't want to worry her. I still wanted to understand how that man could be involved in two different plots, and my sisters helped me in that task. Each one had a different investigative contact, and we put the information together in a picture hidden in our mother's office. We were evaluating all the content obtained, when I received the call and I didn't wait a second to run away.I found Pablo already in the prison director's offi
When Pablo's confession was registered, the prison director informed us that he needed to make some personal calls to advance the legitimacy of the document. Along with the clerk, they left the office.I was slightly surprised that he was doing his best to help Pablo. Not only for taking the attitude of going after someone to solve the problem, but also for having given in to the deta deta's request to talk to me.I turned to Pablo. His expression was very neutral. With one hand I stroked your face. He gave me a beautiful smile, then kissed the palm of my hand and bit the side lightly.I giggled, I was so tense with that confession, with the fact that my habeas corpus had everything to be accepted now, that I didn't even notice when he licked the bitten place and was climbing the kisses and licked by my arm. I tried to pull my hand back, but he held it tight."What do you think you're doing? "I asked in a hoarse voice."Sadding goodbye to this place," he said in a malicious tone. I fu