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All Chapters of Voluptuous Fetish: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10
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1 - Joana
I woke up with Britney Spears singing on my cell phone speaker.Due to the erotic dream I was having, I could even imagine that the music was part of the striptease I watched. However, as I had programmed for my cell phone to always turn up the volume every second it took me to turn off the alarm, that striptease show started to hurt my head and I was forced to open my eyes.Overall, I was always a haughty spirit who thought that sleeping was always a waste of time, and with that I mean that I always woke up well before any animal, and always slept well before what people my age would consider a good tone.Born in a family with five daughters, I was the one they all called an elder, even though I wasn't the oldest. My night habits were unique, because I slept too early, but not enough to be fully rested, so I spent half the day complaining about sleep or stressed with someone.Of course, the only person who could be blamed for all the stress the next day was myself, because insomnia w
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So, still with my head spinning, my stomach squeezed by the alcohol ingested less than four hours ago, I crawled out of the warm sheets of my bed. I let out a deep sigh, mentalizing some mantra to keep my stomach in place, and threw a farewell look at the soft pillow that called me to lie down again.While I put on my slippers and got up from the bed to open the heavy curtains of my room, I couldn't help that tightness in my chest that always hit me in the morning; or, in fact, it always hit me at any time I dared to think about my family's story. Always at the moment when I remembered how vulnerable we were in that cruel world, surrounded by cruel and ambitious people.The early morning sun touched my eyes, as I watched the sea in front of our house, with blue waters spinning and shrinking, only to loosen in waves that foamed in front of the sand. One of the privileges of living on the beach was the sunrise; not only for the beauty, but for the time.Because I woke up too early, even
Read more3 - Pablo
I woke up with a small bump on my body.I would give anything to listen again to the singing of the birds on the farm, the howling of some ox, or merely the natural aroma of the grass on a sunny day. However, my reality was always to wake up with some sudden movement against my body and provoked by my cellmate, or some loud curse of the police officers outside the cell." Wake up, sleeping beauty," sang Ramirez, my cellmate. He walked away when I yawned and mentioned getting up. "Today's day promises.”"What promise? "I asked with debauchery, but I remained lying down. Despite the cold of the bed, the constant feeling of being sick, I preferred to take advantage of every second I had to stay lying down. Maybe that way I could ignore the fact that my reality is total shit. "We never do anything different in this place.”"Just the fact of being alive is already something, brother," said Ramirez, kneeling next to our bunk bed and making the sign of the holy cross on his forehead. He clos
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The very thin mattress, the thin and rough quilt, and all the coldness contained in that bed " although I sweated a lot against the mattress without a sheet, due to what I thought was a flu ", made me aware that my day would be more of shit, like everyone else. My body was sore, as if a car had run over me. Of course, this was because of my damn mattress. If I lay down on the floor, I would probably feel less pain.My cellmate was using the vase, and kept turning his back as I got up and stretched. Each muscle of my body creaked with the movement, like a very old and little used spring.Without realizing it, I ended up holding it with a little more force against the mattress, and it tore itself in my hand, releasing foam. I laughed, and my cellmate looked over his shoulder. How much urine would that bastard have kept in a single night to take so long?"Be careful, hermano," he said, in his foreign accent. I always suspected that Ramirez was Mexican. First, by last name. Then, for his
Read more5 - Joana
The prison was a real hole in hell.Like any place of maximum security, it was located practically in a condominium of its own to stay away from all the surroundings, although it was not like in the movies, where it was on top of a cliff surrounded by the sea. It was in the south of the city, kept in the eyes of all, but without much emphasis on the kind of people who were kept inside.The facade was simple, with a reinforced gate, high and thick walls, and agents in every corner. There were four guardhouses. Two in the front, one in the back, and one on the sides.The guards were armed to the teeth, some even wearing helmets that hid some aspects of their appearance. In general, they all boasted a frown, an expression of few friends and a unique coldness.I had an appointment. Besides, I didn't go alone. I made a point of dragging one of my co-workers, João Vitor, my partner in the office.He had more experience than me in criminal proceedings, considering that it was the first time
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"All right, it's just a normal prison," I said softly, wiping my wet hands on the side of my thin and chic pants. "He's just a normal inmate. Everything's fine.”"If you don't feel prepared, Jo..." said João, but I interrupted him."I'm always prepared. It's just a shock of never having been so close to a place forgotten by God.”"Now you understand me," he said, fixing his tie. "Wait until you are face-to-face with the despicable prison director. So you will regret even more wanting to help your friends. Also, remind me why did your sister ask you to take this case, particularly?”"She is dating the deta's brother," I replied in a conspiratorial tone. There was never a bad time for gossip. "And, before they can take over publicly, our advisor kind of gave some guidelines to clean up all kinds of nebulous past that may exist in their lives.”"And, as always, this part of cleaning ended up falling on your lap.”" Exactly, my friend.”João giggled."Get ready, friend, we will be enterin
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The work in the kitchen was in full swing in those early hours of dawn.I had already had my breakfast, separated from the other prisoners, since the agents themselves served the food and guaranteed that we had not put any poison or something worse in the puree mixture. I've never spit on any food I've touched my hand on. I only said that to cause fear and disgust in others, although I wanted a lot, food has always been sacred to me.I came from a very poor family. My father was a farmer, in fact, he just took care of the place. The owners of the farm were older, and had grown up with my parents, since the whole generation of the family seemed to have been reduced to forced labor in the countryside. My parents were too old, too painful. And they could never control me, but they taught me basic principles and that I still followed, even in a distorted life.My parents taught me not to get involved in what was none of my business. And I wasn't stuck for that. I got into what was my busi
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At that time, I was already totally detached from the idea of going back to being that man with feelings and purposes. The jail has become my home. The inmates, my family. And the guards only colleagues that I had to endure. It was not an easy life, but for a man raised in the countryside and without any notion of a life in the big city, until I was very familiar with the place. In a way, it seemed that I had been born to be imprisoned, in one way or another."Well, considering that three are eating ants this morning, I would say that it's even quite normal," commented Júlio, a kitchen helper just like me, who at the moment was mixing a large sauce pan. "I don't know what you might be feeling differently, PS.”"It's something like a feeling," I replied softly.My companions laughed."The day you feel something other than your own stench, the world will be lost, PS," said Alefe, still containing the laughter."Unlike you, Alefe, I still take daily baths.”"God forbid that cold water,"
Read more9 - Joana
The living room smelled even worse than the director's room.The mold on the lower floors was worse. Much worse. The place was closed, there were windows all over a wall, but somehow, they didn't do anything. It was like a painting on a wall, it didn't change anything.The wind didn't come in, even if I saw some trees far away that shook their leaves. The sun was already high, burning everything in its path, and it was not even past ten o'clock in the morning. The day would be very long and tiring.However, I would probably go back to the city center in a comfortable car with a sunroof, as well as air conditioning. I wouldn't have half the problems of those inmates in having to settle for lying on the cold floor or in the shadows to escape the powerful sun.The reality was hard to accept, but I knew that many of those men deserved to be there. Some even deserved a capital penalty, but the Brazilian laws were too lenient, and the minimum time inside that place was already some relief f
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Pablo blinked, leaning back on the chair so abruptly that again I heard a noise coming from the weapons of the guards behind me. He merely raised his eyes to the men, then stared at me again, sliding those blue and warm eyes all over my torso. I felt hot again."No lawyer has ever said that out loud.”"So I can say that none of them were as good as I am.”"How long have you been working on this?”"It doesn't matter," I answered immediately. I was twenty-six years old. It had only been three years since my license at the OAB was approved. Saying that wouldn't give me any credit. Not to mention that being a woman would already be a reason for a sexist to think that I wasn't that good. "You just need to focus on the fact that you will be free from here in a business day if you give me the answers I'm looking for.”"What would these answers be? "He asked, frowning his thick eyebrows."Who killed those people?”"I don't know.”"So, that makes you partially innocent," I said right away."Th
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