Page 5 of A Game of Secrets

Billy begins to mumble from the opposite end of the table, "I think they’ve put a list of times up by the door, sir." I glare at him, he's an alright kid, got caught dealing some drugs but he needs to speak up not mumble shit if he's addressing me and going to bunk with Nicholas.

"You wanna say that without pissing yourself, Billy boy?" I snark at him, not breaking eye contact.

"Sorry Sir, I just….," he tries to explain, looking anywhere but directly at me, so I cut him off.

"Billy boy look, if you have some information say it, don't mumble it. Next time I won't be telling you, I'll be giving you a reminder to not make me repeat myself."

He looks like he's about to shit himself, but does manage to contain his ass falling out and shouts "Yes, Sir!" This time loud and clear.

I continue to eat my food, if you can call it that. Once I'm finished I make my way over to my cell, thinking I'll work out for a bit longer since I have no need to see the doc.

On my way to my dorm, I hear Larry the Letch gossiping with Dennis. I stop before they see me to listen to whatever they’re twittering about, knowledge is power here so I lean against the wall and wait.

"So I went to get checked over just in case, my piss still stings, and man oh man I gotta tell you, that nurse she's fine! Damn I wanted to fuck her tight little ass. I'm thinking of going back there and teaching the little bitch that the guards can’t always protect her. She doesn't look like she'd put up much of a fight, I like to hold them down and make them writhe around underneath me. I’ve never been one for consent, Dennis. She had blonde hair that you just want to wrap around your fist. I’m gonna make her scream for me, Den, fucking scream" Larry brags.

It's now that I realize the rumors about Larry are definitely true. He raped that girl he was accused of assaulting and that's why he's here. My blood is bubbling, I'm not a fan of hurting women or children, in my opinion that's as low as you can get. It's different if it’s rough sex between two consenting adults, but putting your hands on a woman without wanting the outcome of it to be her pleasure, that's not something I can get on board with.

I must admit Larry has me even more intrigued, as this is the second time this nurse has been brought to my attention. How hot is this girl? I mean it's been a while since I've had some good material to beat one out to. I may need to visit this blonde beauty after all, but the only way to go to see the doctor is if you’re fucking another inmate and worried about STDs or you’ve been in a fight. It's highly suspicious to go get checked over without a reason, which means that Larry, it's not your day! Especially now that I've learned of your perversions.

"Hey Larry," I shout. He looks like he's going to piss himself even more so than Billy earlier, fucking pussies.

"Umm, yeah Boss what's up?" he stutters.

"What's up? Well, I just overheard you talking," I smirk as his face turns ghost white and sweat beads down his forehead. Everyone in here knows I'm a zero tolerance guy when it comes to rape.

"It's not what you think, it's just kink," he stumbles back.

"Ohh Larry, it's exactly what I think. You like to force women to take your pencil dick, am I right? Actually don't answer that. Whatever you say, it's not gonna end well for you, best to just take your punishment. What do you say?” That's when I grab him by the throat and throw him on the ground. I dive onto him and punch him until my knuckle bleeds. Ohhh how I love serving justice to the scum of this place.

Once I'm satisfied, I grab his friend Dennis by the scruff of his tunic. "You didn't see anything, and If you so much as think about telling one of the guards, just remember, you'll be next. Now be a pal and clean him up. We both know that it's not your first time. It's just not his dick that you’re polishing this time."

And with that, I leave to see a pretty blonde nurse to take care of my knuckles.

Chapter 3

Lucille

Today has been one disaster after another. I'm now sitting in a room opposite Tom Graves, just the two of us, while we eat our lunches together. He’s still going on and on about classic cars and I just really do not care. It’s almost as if that altercation with Larry simply did not happen. I roll my eyes between forkfuls of my pasta salad and nod when I think appropriate, pretending to show some interest.

“So how do you feel about a few drinks later then?” he asks.

I choke on a piece of tomato that’s gone down the wrong way and my eyes begin to water. Tom eyes me suspiciously as if to consider my choking a ruse to get me out of answering him. Grabbing my water bottle from the table, I take a few good chugs. Jesus this man is going to kill me off today.

"Oh actually Tom, me and Katrina were already going to JEWEL tonight for a few drinks sor-..."

"BRILLIANT!" he beams, cutting me off. "I'll meet you both there. Say 10 o'clock? I'll get us a private booth. I know most of the staff there." Giving me a wink before getting up and exiting the room leaving me completely speechless with my mouth hanging open. Oh Kat's really gonna kill me for this.

"Not much longer to go," I chant, trying to motivate myself for the remainder of my shift. Showing my pass to the guard once again on the way into the large communal area, I head back towards the clinic room thanking my lucky stars that Dr Graves had been called into the Warden’s office to offer some medical advice that apparently he would rather be kept on the down-low. Gross, it’s probably some advice about him being unable to satisfy his wife or some shit. I round the corner stopping dead in my tracks.Damn he's big,I think as I catch sight of an inmate leaning up against the wall with his back towards me. I bet he'd know how to throw a girl around. Cursing at myself at the thought, I shake my head and carry on.

The bulk of a man turns slowly to face me and as I get closer, his eyes hold mine, burning into me like a liquid lake of molten lava, scorching it’s way through to my very core. His face looked as if it was hand carved by the Italian gods with a jawline sharp enough it could cut you in two. The statutory jumper and sweatpants stretched at the seams by his bulging muscles and broad shoulders making him stand out among the others donning the same, with intricate designs of deep black ink staining his hands and arms he looked like a perfectly created red flag. I’m sure I've died and gone to heaven, or maybe I'm in hell and he's the devil that’s been sent to punish me? Either way, there’s no denying the dampness between my legs and the deep blush spreading across my cheeks. I have to gather myself, remembering exactly where I am and why I’m here.

"How can I help you today?" I ask, my demeanor completely faltering as soon as the guard closes the door and I’m alone with this God-like creature. Glancing down I notice his knuckles are busted and covered in blood. I rush forward and bring his hand into mine for a closer inspection. "Oh my god your hand, what happened?" I ask before realizing the seriousness and stupidness of what I'd just done. I drop his hand as quickly as I'd held it. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that." I apologize, looking everywhere but his eyes, because if I do I think I might melt. "I'll. . .I’ll start bandaging you up, it won't take me too long if you keep still."

I gesture for him to take a seat on the bed and gather my equipment to clean and wrap his open wounds. Once he's sat down and I'm sure I can get close enough without inappropriately straddling the man, I get to work in complete silence. The heat from his gaze burning straight through me. I'm sure I'll set on fire soon.

"What's your name?" he asks, his voice smooth as silk, almost hypnotizing me to answer.

"Lucille Holland." I say without even thinking and my eyes go wide. Why the fuck did I just tell him my full name!? I curse myself internally. You stupid girl. I catch him looking at me with an amused grin on his face like he can somehow hear my inner self scolding me.

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