It’s way past dusk when you return to your cell. You listen to the first drops of rain hit the parched earth marking an end to harmattan. With the keen sense of a night owl, you note a new day is born. “May the nights go fast by,” you pray, as your eyelids flutter and shut.
Inside a sparsely furnished office, Paul Pepple, Warden at Kirikiri Maximum Security Prisons, frees you from handcuffs and offers you a pack of Chivita juice. The pineapple flavor romances your tongue. You finish, then fall on your knees, attending to his erect prick.
It’s way past dusk when you return to your cell. You listen to the first drops of rain hit the parched earth marking an end to harmattan. With the keen sense of a night owl, you note a new day is born. “May the nights go fast by,” you pray, as your eyelids flutter and shut.
Susan Reid
16/12/2020 06:26:03 pm
That prick should be fired.
Mary Wallace
16/12/2020 11:25:48 pm
I agree with Sandra.
Sue Clayton
17/12/2020 03:07:25 am
I'd like to think it'd take more than a juice to get me on my knees, but who knows the worth of juice in the trash and treasure of a maximum security prison. Comments are closed.
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