CARTER
“Forgiveness will never be granted but it won’t stop me from asking you for it each night. I may not be deserving of it but I want it nonetheless.” I may have turned my back on my faith and allowed this place to sink its dark claws into me, but that doesn’t mean I want to burn for eternity in the afterlife. I long for the depravity this place offers. The moment I stepped foot on these tainted grounds, I knew my faith would be shaken.
When I peer down at my watch and see it’s 11:58 p.m. I smile. Pushing to my feet, I cross the damp concrete cell and retrieve my mask from the edge of the bed. It’s a pure matte black devil’s mask but unlike the ones you see in stores my horns curve outward and stretch upward. There may be three of us and we all wear the masks, but you will never know which one is which as we love to switch shit up. I slip my mask on just as the buzzer sounds, signaling the opening of the doors.
I pull the door open, ready to step out, but jerk backward when a blur of black hair sprints past me like her ass is on fire. I step out of the cell and stare after her until I feel a presence at my side. I turn to see Draven standing there.
“I found us a new toy to play with.” The dark excitement in his tone has me grinning behind my mask.
“We hunting?” I ask with an edge to my voice.
“Fuck yeah, let’s get Vaughn.” I nod and follow after him. All the other patients dart out of our way when they see us coming. We are the lords of this palace and these fuckers know it. A few of them have tried to take the power from us but they learned quickly that we aren’t the ones to fuck with. We have no qualms about breaking them or making their deaths look like a suicide. In here, we make the rules.
Don’t harm the staff.
Return to your cells by sunrise
No rape.
All participants must be willing.
Break the rules and we’ll break your face.
When we reach where Vaughn usually stands, he’s not there. I look to Draven. “Bet you she ran past, triggered his hunter instinct and he followed her.”
I nod, knowing he’s probably right. Vaughn loves hunting his prey and stalking it until he drives them out of their mind with fear before he finally strikes.
“Outside.” Draven nods and follows after me. We’re an unlikely trio given all of our pasts. The only one who ismeantto be in here, I use that termmeantloosely because I don’t think there is anything fucking wrong with him, Draven. He’s been stuck in here for the better part of four years and this place has done nothing to quell his urges, if anything it has only enhanced them.
Vaughn is just as fucked up as I am.
There is no other way to explain it. The difference between me and Vaughn compared to Draven is the fact we were employed by Slade Le Roux once. Well, Vaughn technically still is.
The moment we exit the back of the building, we spot Vaughn standing there in the middle of the washed-out basketball court,the concrete cracked, the hoops on both ends rusted and broken. Why they have a court here is a fucking joke, considering they don’t even have any balls for the inmates to play with. At the sound of our approach, he turns to face us, his purple devil mask shimmering under the moonlight. Unlike both mine and Draven’s, Vaughn’s has cracks through the whole thing, his horns snapped in half, which only adds to the dark allure of his mask.
We come to stand by his side. “You found Draven’s new toy?” I ask.
The fucker chuckles and nods, then points across the yard toward the boundary fence. We follow his direction and join him in laughter when we see Draven’s new toy stomping in frustration. “How did you find her?” Vaughn asks him.
“She was put in my cell.” Both Vaughn and I snap our heads toward him. No one is permitted into Draven’s cell. Being put into his cell is a death sentence for your ass or in her case, her pussy. This is an all-male facility. Having a female in here is going to stir some fucking shit up.
“You didn’t tell her the fence was electric, did you?” I press.
The sinister fucker just laughs. “Where the fuck would the fun be in that?” he answers. Vaughn and I just shake our heads. If this girl thought she was being put into a cell with a gentleman, then she is sorely mistaken. The only kind thing about Draven is that he’ll offer to use lube before he slams his monster cock in your ass.
“Motherfucker!” she screams when she is zapped by the fence again. She flings her hands around, trying to ward off the pain. She still hasn’t noticed our presence.
“Split up?” I ask.
“Take her to the basement and let’s have some fun,” Vaughn adds.
“I want to test her limits,” Draven adds.
“Draven, you can’t break her, you know the rules,” I warn.
He growls. “She’ll be begging for my cock, I guarantee that.”
“We’ll see,” Vaughn says, beginning to dart away. I go in the opposite direction, leaving Draven to take the front on approach. The fucker will act salty but we all know Draven will love the shocked expression when she sees him. I spot Vaughn as he slips behind a tree and uses it for cover while I stay plastered against the side of the building, in the shadows, waiting for Draven to make his move. We’ve done this move plenty of times when other inmates decided to try and push our rules.
