My Experience Behind Bars

As the footsteps drew close to the door, I stiffened leaning against my new bed. My eyes were focused on the door; noticing how no one was paying attention to me, busy greeting my cellmate with big smirks. Cruel laughter came from them as they exchanged whispers, occasionally looking back at me. I could tell what they were thinking, just by the looks on their faces. Turning, I stared at the wall, not wanting to see their jeering faces, the hints at my inevitable doom. Not even as the jingling of chains ceased.

Murmured greetings were at the door, they were releasing him to join me…

“So where’s my new punching bag?” the voice outside the door boomed, and I visibly jumped. Quickly, I grabbed the rung of the ladder to the bunk bed, climbed to the top bunk, hugging myself as I sat there. To my horror, the jail clothes feeling uncomfortable loose as I sat, shaking with fear. It felt as if I was naked, the way the cool air of the cell caressed my skin as I huddled close to the wall in terror at the sight, watching as he entered the cell.

He was big. Dark skin highlighted by the lights of the hall behind him. It made him all the more terrifying. As tall as the door, with bulging muscles, and a shaved head, he cracked his knuckles as he looked about the cell for me. The sound sent chills through me, and I had to look away, listening to him step closer into the room. “He ain’t here…?” the statement was grunted, and I noticed the confusion on his face. It seemed my cell mate was not that bright of a person. I could take advantage of that if I needed to. Though, I’m not cruel, it was something needed for survival. It meant escaping him would be easier than I thought. Hide and Seek was hopefully not his strong point.

I could hear the guards’ chuckle at my cellmates words, making me shiver. “Oh, he’s in there. Might be a skinny kid, but I doubt he’s stupid enough to try and run out. Especially not with us standing right here. And there’s no escaping these cells, not in under a day at least… Try looking in small places.”

“Or on the bunk bed.” The other suggested, poking his head in for a moment, eyes looking up to the top of the bed. A smirk came to his lips as he noticed me looking fearfully down at him. I was oblivious to the monsters location, too busy shaking in terror.

Suddenly, a big hand reached up, and grabbed one of my legs, dragging me across the bed. I clung to it, screaming in fear as he tried to remove me from my hiding place. The hand was almost crushing my ankle, and I felt as if he were going to break my leg just to get me down. I am sure he would, if the officers were not there, watching us closely. He probably would with them still there any way. “Found ‘im.” My captor snickered behind me, “now leggo of the bed, kid.” Another hand reached up to grab my chest, and how close his hand felt to my skin made me shudder with self pitying disgust. The fabric made it feel as if he were caressing me like a teasing lover, not trying to drag me out of hiding so he could to me harm.

A whimper escaped my lips as he growled behind me, “p-please. Just leave me alone…” The small plea did not help, as both hands grabbed my waist, and with another, sharper, tug I was in his strong arms, looking into his eyes. Wiggling, I blushed uncontrollably, trying to get out of his arms and escape knowing the grip he had on me would leave painful bruises. I could already feel my ankle aching, and reached down to massage it, cheeks flaming up as he stared at me. The dark, mocha eyes bore into my skin, drawing flushes from embarrassment in places I had thought only my fianc?could draw a blush from.

Turning to look at the door, I noticed the guards were gone, having disappeared sometime during my struggle. Thusly, they were leaving me with the intelligence challenged man, who was giving me an odd look, which I could not explain. It was as if I was confusing him. Either that or he was having a difficult time thinking about something. “Wha’s yer name, kid?” he asked me, and I looked back at him, cocking an eyebrow, confused myself now. It answered his look, but why would the guards not tell him who his new cellmate was?

“They didn’t tell you?” The revelation startled me, slightly.

“Nope. Jest tol’ me I’d have a new bunk mate.”

“David Lewis…” then the implications of his words hit me. “Wait…bunk mate? There are two beds here.” I blinked, scowling as he laughed at me.

“Yeah…but I prefer getting personal with my cell buddies.” He buried his face in my neck this time, and I could not help the scream that came from me, as his hands began to wander my body. “Names Rocky kid and we’re going to become good friends.” The purr made me shiver, tears coming from my eyes. I knew what his type of friendship would require.

This was not what I was hoping for. Far from it. And as he began to slide fingers beneath my top, I choked out a sob, staring at the ceiling as his hands wandered.

“Please…stop…” I swallowed, hands against his chest, trying to push him away.

After being set on my feet, I was roughly shoved against a wall, legs kicked apart, and his hand moved down to stroke my ass.