Page 4 of Twist Me

My ears perked up as I watched the girl in motion as the cops escorted her in her shiny metal bracelets. Cameras followed behind them as she kept her head down and tried to avoid eye contact.

“Miss Lavita, please tell us why you changed. What caused your violent behavior? And do you fear it will happen again?” The annoying paparazzi were swarming her, the camera steady on her quickened movements and then wavered when she stopped suddenly and turned to the pestering male.

“I fear that my actions will be repeated soon if you don’t back the fuck up.”

I detected a slight accent in her speech—Spanish, maybe? Also, her voice held a velvety, husky tone that promised sex but still had an innocent air to it. It was a delicious combination.

So, she was being sent to my humble abode?I felt myself smile as I blew a kiss to the screen.“I can’t wait to greet you properly, Little Lamb.”

After doingsome digging into this woman’s background and coming up with jack-shit-nothing, I tracked down my brothers, who were already waiting for lights out in the cell wing.

“Goliath, what the fuck did you stick your dick into now? Pharaoh said as he turned to face me as I shut the glass compartment door for the night.

“There’s a bitch trying to break down our cell.” His dark hair was falling in front of his eyes as he looked uncertainly at the glass panel behind me.

I turned around and saw little non-virgin Mary beating her fist on the door.

How many times did I need to fuck her into submission? Ugh, my dick was sore. So one of these idiots can beat her saggy meat.

I chuckled at my brother. Some guard would haul her loony ass off eventually. I reached down under the bed railing by the wall and pulled the nail free from the little hiding spot. We hid all kinds of shit there, our piercings, cell phones, some candy, and even a pair of night vision goggles.

Imagining that tantalizing little piece on the screen, I dropped my hand to my forearm, the nail’s sharp edge strong and sure, perfect for branding my skin.

“Well?” Pharaoh said, looking to Judas for some help mothering me. I ignored Pharaoh and began carving the ‘Z’ into my forearm.

“What name are you carving into your arm this time?” Judas said, coming up beside us both and plopping down on the bed closest to the wall.

The action wobbled my bed, and my blade sliced down to make more of a lightning bolt instead of a ‘Z’ now.

“Fucking hell, Jude. Ya’ think maybe you can keep your lard ass off someone holding sharp objects?”

Judas laughed, talking to the empty space next to him. “I know, Larry! I think he’s got a new girlfriend.”

Judas saw shit that we didn’t see. The lovely doctors in this shithole preferred to refer to Jude as a person withschizophrenia. But fucking hell, being that PC was exhausting and boring. Doctor douche canoes could suck my dick. Besides, most of the time, he didn’t really bother anyone. His conversations weren’t even with Pharaoh or me but with his little imaginary buddies. Larry was one of Jude’s favorites that had been with him since we were babbling shit to each other when we wore diapers.

Pharaoh rolled his eyes and fidgeted with the hole on his lip left from his lip ring. Of course, we weren’t allowed to have our jewels here, but it didn’t stop our phantom need to play with where they had been. Judas especially had more holes on his body from piercings than people and things he’d fucked. “Man, I’m not saying you don’t deserve some pussy, but do you have to find the crazy bitches all the time?”

Judas continued babbling to his imaginary friends, so I glanced at Pharaoh.

“Well, Roe, we do live in a fucking grippy-sock vacation house. So, my options are slim pickings. If I don’t wanna fuck the girl who eats her own hair or the chick who tried to stab you with a fork for coughing too close to her, then I need to expand my horizons.”

Pharaoh snorted. It was obvious his recollection of the stabby germaphobe made him cringe.

I continued, “Besides, if memory serves, you got your dick wet a few times with this one.”

Now, Pharaoh laughed and looked thoughtfully at the glass panel as if he may have a fond memory or two of the blurred silhouetted redhead within his eyesight.

Laying back down, Pharaoh shrugged. “I don’t know. I lose count of the holes I use.”

Judas laughed out loud and started singing some old country song about fucking holes. It was standard practice to ignore him, so we continued our conversation.

“She wasn’t a good fuck anyway. Barely even felt anything with my dick between her meat flaps.” Pharoah laughed, and Judas finally joined the real world, laughing with us.

Judas said, “I think she’s hot. I’d do her.”

I clucked my tongue at him. “Good news, Judes. You already did.”

Judas looked to the corner of the room and glared daggers at whomever the hell his mind had conjured up, abruptly ending any further jabs I had running through my head.

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