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A few more slams later, I know she’s dead and I have made my God a very happy man.

Chapter fifteen

Kace

Present Day

Out of the seven years I’ve been in Darkwater, not once have I ever been as angry as I am now. No, this entire week. Spending time in seg, because of Nadia, has my blood boiling now that I am back in gen pop. The moment that door closed, and I was confined to a tiny four by eight-foot space, a part of me was ready to throttle her even if I was struggling to come to terms with solitary confinement.

I should have choked her the fuck out when I had the chance.

Here my dumb ass is, falling for the witch, and she went and slipped actual contraband into my jumper when I wasn’t paying attention. Now that I look back on it, I remember the momentshe did it, when we were standing in front of Zurita, and he was grilling her about where we were.

I knew she was too damn close to me, but at the time, I thought nothing about it since I had just been balls deep in that tight twat of hers. I mean, the vile thing I said to snap her out of that post-sex haze wasn’t any better than what she has done to me now but still; she got me put in seg for the last week.

There have been countless inmates that were thrown into that shit hole, and every time they come back to gen pop, they seem a little more broken than normal, and now, I understand why. Do they tell you that when you’re down there, you don’t have light? Or that you only get to eat the minuscule leftovers from the cafeteria, if there are any? There were several days where I didn’t eat at all. Water? Nope. A toilet? I had a semi-working commode in the far corner of my tiny cell, but it never filled up with water.

I had to wait until there was enough urine in it for it to flush, causing the cell to fill with the smell of piss. I like to consider myself a clean guy; living in filth is enough for me to learn my lesson. Thank my fucking maker for no water because at least that kept my bladder empty.

Never mind the voices, I’m just going to chalk those up to me being hungry and tired.

Seg is vile, and I’m not letting that demon close enough to plant drugs on me again.

Once I was transported back to my cell on C Block, I immediately went for a shower. I had the water on the hottest setting known to prison-kind and just let it scorch the disgusting film of seg off me. I scrubbed myself about four times, then my junk another time, to the point I was raw and pink all over.

Now, I’m on my way to the front gate of the prison. I need to get as close as possible to the warden because if this cunt wants to fuck with me, I’m going to fuck right back.

I am a damn fool for caring about Nadia, but not anymore. The next time she gets me alone like that, I’m going to destroy her.

“Where do you think you’re going, inmate?” some guard I’ve never met asks as I start to walk past him. There are just a few remaking gates in my way before I can ask the secretary to get to the warden for me.

“None of your fucking business, boss.”

“Now, that’s where you’d be wrong. You’re not allowed through here, get your ass back to your block.”

“You going to make me?”

I turn on him and stare, hands dangling down by my sides though, fingers twitch and are ready for confrontation. I watch as he reaches for the radio receiver attached to his left shoulder and begins to speak into it.

“This is Officer Dalton; can I get back-up in the front corridor. I have an inmate not cooperating,” he says through the mic.

Instead of staying around much longer, I turn on my heel and head forward again. I have shit to do and I’m staying here to wait for his buddies to show up.

“Hey! Wait!” Dalton shouts.

No.

I reach the next gate before he grabs my left arm, and with a yank, tries to turn me towards him, but that was a goddamn mistake. Not today. Fisting my hand, I twist and swing, landing my knuckles into the bridge of his nose with an audible crack. His head snaps back from the force. Grunting in reply he returns forward, holding onto his nose.

“You son of a bitch.”

“Talk about my mom like that and I’ll do it again. I need a meeting with the Warden, and you keep getting in my fucking way.”

Blood starts to pool under his nose, and for the first time in my life, I am amused to see someone else’s pain.

“Get me a meeting. Now.”

“No,” he snaps.

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