“Casper! Sorry but Erin is coming over and we’re wanting some alone time. Come back later.”
“Oh.” said Casper disappointed. “When will you be done?”
Holly puffed, “I don’t know! We’ll be done by lock up. You’ll know when I take off the sheets.”
“Is this going to be a regular thing?” asked Casper.
“Is it a regular thing that me and my partner are intimate and request a bit of privacy? Yes Casper, yes, it is.” said Holly. “Look my last cellmate, Lewis, only stepped in the cell to sleep. I barely saw him, so this was never an issue. But I get it. We should sit down with a schedule to plan when we want exclusive use of the cell, I admit I didn’t consider it, sorry. But for tonight would it be too much to ask for you to go somewhere else?”
Casper sighed. “Yeah, it’s fine.” Erin appeared ducking under the sheets. “Hello” she said sweetly.
“Hey babe!” said Holly embracing her and kissing her on the lips. Erin laughed. “I think that’s your queue to go Casper,” said Holly.
“Sure, I’ll see you later on.” Casper put the book on his shelf then left. Guess I’ll go see Tom then, he thought.
He went downstairs. Tom told him that his cell was on the ground floor round the corner from the female shower block. He identified the general area and started peaking in some cells, he hoped he didn’t come across as nosy. One was empty, the other had two women chatting with each other, another had a guy who was asleep or resting, in the next he saw Tom. He was sitting on the floor drinking a can of juice talking with a skinny ginger haired woman and another guy. Tom caught his eye immediately.
“Casper! Glad you made it, come sit down.” He obliged.
The woman smiled at him uncomfortably, as did the other guy. “This is my cellmate Grace and her man Jack.”
“Oh, you are a couple?” asked Casper.
Grace laughed gently, “I suppose you could say that.” She grabbed Jacks crotch and shook it from side to side. “He belongs to me.” Jack moaned slightly. This made Casper uncomfortable but he reckoned it was just their style of banter and went along with it.
“You want a cup of tea or a biscuit?” asked Tom.
“You have tea?”
“Yeah, I saved up and got this kettle at the store. I’m afraid I can only do black tea, there’s no milk or sugar.”
“Black is fine thanks” Casper assured him. Tom switched on the kettle.
“So, Casper, Tom tells me you were in the kitchen today. How was it?” asked Grace. Her gaze was frightening.
Casper looked away from her and answered. “It wasn’t so bad. I used to work in a kitchen before so it felt familiar in a lot of ways.”
“I like the kitchen, it’s a great opportunity to take what I can.” said Grace. She pulled out a packet of biscuits from her pocket and threw it at Casper, it landed on his lap.
“Is this for me?” he asked. Grace grinned at him; Casper was unsure how to feel. “I mean…If it’s true that you took this from the kitchen without the guards knowing, I don’t think I want it.”
“C’mon mate! You wouldn’t turn down our hospitality, would you? Also, you’re a thief for fuck’s sake.” Tom told him.
Casper felt uneasy but didn’t want any trouble. He opened the packet and began eating the biscuits.
“What did you steal?” asked Grace.
“Food. Mostly. Sometimes other things like clothes and even furniture.”
“Have you ever killed anyone?” This question caught Casper off-guard.
“No. Never. I did witness a man getting killed one time, by one of my associates.”
“What was it like? How did it happen? Did he struggle? Did he cry for his mum or Jesus or some shit while he was dying?” Casper was horrified by these questions. Why did she want to know these things? Recalling the event made Casper upset.
“He shot one of us while we were robbing him. My associate already had him in her scope. She shot him three times and one shot hit his neck. When I got down there to make the getaway with the rest of them, I saw him briefly. He was still alive and blood was gushing from the wound. That’s all I saw; I didn’t watch him die.”
Grace laughed and kicked him playfully in the foot. “Cry baby!” she said. Tom handed him a cup of tea.
“Thanks” said Casper still uneasy. Tom went over to his bunk and pulled out his bedsheet, he walked over to the entrance and started fitting it over the bars. “Don’t want those sods looking in.” he said. He came over, sat back down, and the conversation continued.
“You’re cute Casper, a lot cuter than Tom gave you credit for.” said Grace
“I don’t know, this guy was getting mesmerised by watching bread bake, bit weird if you ask me.” said Tom.
Casper usually felt happy and overjoyed when someone complimented him, but this was different. Something about the way Grace told him this was just creepy. Also, he didn’t expect Tom to put him down like that, especially given that he had caught on to the magic and wonder Casper had experienced watching the loaves rise. Despite this, Casper tried to mingle with them, but couldn’t shake off the fact that something was off. Grace was asking him a lot of inappropriate and uncomfortable questions and the relationship between her and Jack seemed questionable. Jack hadn’t even said a word since Casper arrived, he only interacted when Grace would look at him or touch him. Casper saw fear in his eyes. He knew something was wrong and he wanted to leave.
“I think I’d like to go back to my cell now if that’s okay.” he said. The room went silent.
“Surely you don’t need to leave just yet?” Tom told him.
“Actually, I just want to get back and lay down. It’s been a long day.”
“C’mon Casper, stay for a bit longer. I’ll make you another cup of tea.” Tom said grabbing his arm. Grace smiled at him sadistically. Casper felt the fear rise up inside him. His voice became shaky.
“Am I…not allowed to?” Silence.
Casper’s fight or flight response kicked in and he jolted trying to leap on to his feet for the exit, but Tom was too strong and pulled him back down. He placed his hand over Casper’s mouth while Grace and Jack got to their feet. Jack helped Tom restrain him and tied a rag into his mouth, then Grace kicked him in the balls. The shock of pain along with the terror of what was happening was unbearable. His balls were squashed between her foot and the chastity device when she kicked, he burst out crying through his gag.
“Shh!” whispered Grace with her finger to her mouth standing menacingly over him. She slowly pulled a knife out of her pocket and played with it in her hand. She looked at it as if she was inspecting it turning it over.
“I got this from the chapel, quite fitting, isn’t it? All I did was snap a small bit off the bottom of one of the plastic chairs, then sharpened it really well. Wanna see?”
She lifted one end of her mattress off her bunk so Casper could see, and cut it underneath. It glided through the surface like butter and foam poked out. Casper was frozen in terror.
“I’ve not tried it on a person yet, I wonder if it’ll cut as easy as that on flesh. Shall we find out?” Grace smiled.
Casper struggled and shrieked through his gag, but Tom and Jack held his arms behind him firmly. Grace stepped over to Casper and placed herself on top of him putting her hand on his cheek, she looked into his eyes and giggled.
“Aww, you’re even cuter when you’re scared. Tom told me all about you Casper and I had to see for myself. He did a great job picking you out for me. So pretty and fragile. Lemme tell you something, from now on, you’re my property, you will answer to me only, speak only when I speak to you, and carry out my every demand. Understand?”
Casper nodded in terror. “Good boy.” she said seductively.
She laughed then slowly brought the knife against his cheek. He could feel the blade. He clenched his tear-filled eyes shut.
“Your first task is to get me one-hundred points. You owe me as much for the tea and biscuits wouldn’t you say?”
Casper nodded through his gag whimpering. “Brilliant!”
She pulled out her card from her pocket then dropped it on to his lap.
“I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen now. You’re going to take my card there and earn one-hundred points, because on Sunday evening, at let’s say half past seven, me, Tom, and Jack will pay you a visit and I’ll get my card back. When we come you better hope there’s one-hundred points on it, because if you’re not there, or you don’t have the points, I’m going to punish you with this wee toy of mine.”
Grace poked the point of the knife against Caspers cheek, he whimpered again loudly.
“Hmm, maybe not the face though. You’re too pretty.” said Grace.
She lifted up his uniform top and placed the knife to his ribs, “Maybe here. I wonder, if I opened you here, would I be able to see some of your organs through the cut? That could be fun.” She looked down to his genitals. “Ooh, or maybe even down there! Ah, I feel a little spoiled for choice. I’ll make up my mind by Sunday though.”
Casper looked into her eyes, he remembered in Sunday school being taught about demons and how to prevent being targeted by them. He didn’t believe they were real until today. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, he’d never felt so terrified in his life. Was this a nightmare? Did he die and end up in Hell without realising it? At this point it was hard to tell.
“Anyway” Grace continued. “You said you needed to get back, so I won’t keep you. I’ll see you on Sunday”
She smiled at him sweetly. Tom let him go and Casper stood up. He pulled the gag off and rushed out.
Erin laid her head on Holly’s chest while Holly stroked her hair, it was her favourite place to be. They both lay naked under the duvet and were in a great mood.
“I really liked what you did there, that was a nice wee surprise.” Holly told her, they both giggled.
“Thanks, I wondered if you would like it or not. Glad you did.” Erin assured her.
Holly sighed. “I’m getting out six months after you. I don’t know how I’m going to manage.” Erin looked her in the eyes.
“I’ll come visit a lot. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah,” Holly laughed, “But there’ll be no sex. I don’t know how I’m going to manage.”
“Aw, you’ll manage. You waited 29 years to find me, right? I think you can go six months. Then we can pick up where we left off.”
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