Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
They tell you a lot of things about prison, but nobody tells you anything about the lack of silence.
There are sounds all around me. Screaming, the sound of piss hitting the metal toilets. The guards clank their batons against the bars of our cells, scream, shout at us. There is no peace in here. This is where minds go to die.
But I force myself to nurture my thoughts. I find moments of peace by thinking of my favorite memories starring Dove. Her smile, her taste, her scent, all fill my mind until I'm convinced I'll never forget them. I commit them to memory, every move she makes, every word she said to me when we were together. I fool myself into thinking it helps, and for a while, it does. Except some nights, when I'm lying on my back on the springy mattress, staring at the ceiling. Those nights are the hardest because she feels the furthest away she's ever been.
I no longer believe I deserve to die.
And that belief gets stronger and stronger the more time I spend in jail. I start learning, reading books, taking classes. The prison accepts me as one of their own, the rotten, twisted criminals who are being punished for their crimes in here. I am one of them. I fucking got what I had coming.
But I grit my teeth and take it all. I don't question it, or fight it. I just take the cards life has dealt me and tell myself one day it will all get better. One day, I'll be free again. One day, I'll hold my son in my arms and tell him I love him.
For now, I don't even know his name...
***
I know it's a dream, but it doesn't stop me from enjoying it.
I'm imagining Dove here, with me. A place she should never be – or anyone else for that matter. But it's a dream, so I forgive myself.
My fist is wrapped in her long mane of hair and she's sucking my dick through the bars of my cell. Thick drops of spit fill her mouth and she groans my name with her throat full of cock.
"You like that, little bird?" I ask her. "I'm going to make you pay, too."
She gags and I take the chance to push deeper. Her eyes bulge and I laugh cruelly, enjoying her pathetic struggles. She looks so hot like this, on her knees, out of control. I want to stroke my cock to the sight, so I pull out of Dove's mouth, wiping it on her scarred cheek. She gasps.
"Filthy fucking girl, drooling all over my cock," I hiss, jerking off over her face. Dove sticks her tongue out, eyes begging. "You want to earn my cum, little bird? Offer me your fucking ass."
She pales, shakes her head. It's been a long time since I've been inside her tightest hole. Too long.
"I fucking miss it," I tell Dove. "So, turn around and let me see it."
Reluctantly, she crawls around, lifts her skirt and her ass is exposed to my hungry eyes. And fingers. Without warning, I spit on her ass to lube it, and slip my thumb inside her. She cries out in pain. Fucking adorable. I spit on her hole some more, making sure she's wet enough for me. I put another finger in, stretching her so the next time I spit, it drips right inside.
"Fuck, Nox!" she moans beneath me.
""Shut up," I growl, smacking her ass. "Unless it's begging for my load, I don't want to hear it."
Stubbornly, Dove presses her lips together. She doesn't say another word, her gasps silenced as she puts her palm over her mouth. I don't let that stop me. I pull my fingers out of her and replace them with the head of my cock. Dove isn't silent anymore.
"Please, Nox, please!" She looks up at me from behind. "I want you to fill me, I want you to give me everything..."
"Did you earn it?" I hiss. "Did you fucking earn it, little bird?"
And with that, I wake up to real life.
To handcuffs on my wrists, sometimes even when I sleep. To the cold room, where they put those of us who misbehave. We're treated worse than dogs. But I endure it.
And I fall back asleep with a smile on my face, thinking of Dove.
Thinking of Willa.
Thinking of my son.
I'm doing this for them.
Chapter 45
Dove
3 years later
I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. My eyes remain firmly shut, my fingers fraying the edges of my black dress. I wait until they call out Nox's last name, Miller, then pick myself up and walk robotically up to the reception area.
Before he went in, before I found out they weren't going to kill him, I told myself I'd come see Nox every weekend. But then everything changed.