Chapter 70 - 70. Difference in treatnt
Henry thankfully shut his mouth, and I drifted off, being woken up when a guard entered.
I was cuffed and brought to the white room. I have no confidence to tell how much ti had passed in the solidary confinent, but for , it only felt like one or two hours.
Inside the white room, I counted tiles again, before again sleeping a bit. I purposefully didn't sleep at night so that I could sleep here, and I was damn tired from everything that had happened.
Not long later, and I was again cuffed and brought out, and, I was brought to the showers.
"I always shower alone?" I said. It naturally wasn't because I wanted to, and damn, I really wanted to never shower again with others, but because it was decided that I would shower alone, after the last incident. Now I could hear the other prisoners in the shower room, and I didn't like it.
"Not anymore." The guard answered. When I ca out of the solitary confinent, after my grandmother's visit, I was overjoyed that I had at least sohow gotten a privilege.
Now that was taken away again. Fine. They can't film us while we shower, and I can conjure up weapons anyti.
The other n were already stark naked, and I stripped as well, not looking at anyone and going to one free shower head. Feeling the hot water, I felt better, but again, the damn steam made
nervous, and once more, the damn green tiles made
angry. A figure ca to , and I was ready to get my knife, only to see that it was Henry. With his tall built and muscular body, his wet hair, he looked like a damn model.
I had the urge to point at him, why is no one attacking him? Why
on my first ti when I showered?
I continued to wash my body, ignoring him. He still had a few wounds on him, that I left there.
"Where were you?" He asked amidst the water, bending to .
"What do you an?" I didn't look at him.
"Where were you taken?" Henry clarified.
"To a white room with a bunch of caras." There were these tal-thingies again that ca out of the wall with shampoo and shower gel, so luckily there were no real soaps. Prison and soap....it made one think of ugly things.
"Are they doing sothing to you in that room?" He asked.
"No. It is damn boring." If they did sothing, I would feel compelled to reveal my secrets, but I also would make them suffer.
"Sit with
when we eat." The water was loud, but Henry was louder, and he was damn fucking close.
"Why should I?" I turned to him and locked eyes amidst the water.
"You are no friend of mine." I slung my arm around his shoulder so that he could hear
clearly.
"It was your choice to co in here. I have no responsibility to take care of you."
I wanted to distance myself again, but Henry imitated , slinging his arm around my neck and pressing
to him.
"You have responsibility because you are my master."
I was pushing him away when I noticed a guard, bellowing at us,
"KEEP DISTANCE."
Oh, now they care for distance, good to know. I still hadn't seen the guard from last ti showering, and I can't wait to et him.
Henry let go, and we finished showering. There were one-ti usable towels in here, and across the showers were hair dryers that were attached to the wall. Most prisoners didn't use them, I bet the baldies wouldn't need to.
My shadow was in need for them, and I too. My hair had grown quite a bit since staying inside the prison. Ti flies. Fuck.
We clothed ourselves with new uniforms and were cuffed, brought to the dining room, and uncuffed, where a line waited for us.
We stood in a row, and finally Henry got attacked. Only that he wasn't nearly raped, instead he was flirted with?! I was so angry that I wanted to slaughter soone.
No, I would prefer not to be flirted with by so gay man on normal days. But if I had to choose between getting flirted with and nearly getting raped, I WOULD PREFER THE FUCKING FORR.
Henry stood in front of
while we stood in line, left and right every few ters were the guards. A man with long hair had walked to him—the guards ignored it.
"You are new, aren't you?" A flirtatious smile played around the long-haired guy's lips.
Isn't that the one I had seen doing it in the cell with the big muscular one? I scrunched my face in disgust, trying not to flip out because of the difference in treatnt we got since entering the prison.
"I am." Henry nodded, taking a step forward, when the line moved.
I only took half a step forward, as I didn't want to witness whatever was in front of .
"How old are you?" The long-haired man asked him, while teasing his own lips with the tips of a strand of his own hair.
I don't want to see that. I tried to step out of the line, but a guard eyed
strangely. Fuck you. Fine.
"Nineteen." Henry answered with a chuckle, while glancing at .
Henrietta was only one year older than , or so I thought, but it seed that was not the case. Maybe she had repeated a year, apparently they both had, when I rember that Henry had flunked his college entrance exam on purpose to co in my class.
Ah, I am angry again.
"Should I show you around?" The long-haired man asked as if he owned the place, and Henry shook his head.
"I already have a master, and he gets jealous easily." He pointed at , and I dry heaved right in front of them.
"Don't be disgusting." I murmured, wanting a cigarette.
"Oh...you don't like gays?" The long-haired man looked at
with amusent, his eyes, on the contrary, looked at
as if I were a dead man.
"I saw you being fucked– and that from near. It was traumatic for ." I said monotonously, as everyone took another step forward.
"Hahaha, you are funny." He laughed, but I bet I am now on his damn list—to murder, not to getting fucked by.
The gay man disappeared, and I was relieved.
"You really saw that?" Henry asked , and I just looked at him. Why am I not killing him, right here, right there?
"Wow, so it's really like in the movies." He nodded.
"Yes. It's fucking funtown. Stay away from , or I'll kill you."
Henry got his food, I got my food, and I walked past him to my cellmate, in hopes to never see this damn shadow again.
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