thing? Will kill you. Not fast, not easy. Medics here don’t like paras. They won’t help. So you do what I say or you die hard.”
I couldn’t even nod in frantic agreement but he seemed to approve of what he saw in my terrified eyes.
“Now, get on your knees, my pretty little Jodi, and suck me off. Make it good, no teeth, and I won’t hurt you. Understand?”
“Yes,” I mumbled through his grip on my face. I didn’t think this situation could get worse. How wrong could a man be?
He let me go, and I fell to my knees. He unzipped his lower fly and his fat cock poked out. “Waiting here, Jodi. Making me wait? Not a good idea.”
It took too long, and when I finished, he shoved me back and zipped up, uncaring now he’d got what he wanted. I staggered to the toilet and threw up, hanging over the bowl and wishing they’d killed me outright in that bar. Why keep me alive just to go through this?
A hand touched my shoulder and I instinctively belted it away before I remembered who it belonged to. I turned and cringed against the wall, expecting a beating. Ganwe stood over me, looking down with a strange expression, one almost of pity.
“Get up, boy. Rinse your mouth out, you don’t want to sleep with that taste in your mouth.”
I nearly snapped out something about which taste did he mean, but bit my tongue. I didn’t look at him as I got up and went to the sink. The water helped, though I retched again.
“Here.”
I jerked as a bottle with something brown inside it appeared near my face.
“Mouthwash. It’ll help.”
“Leave me alone.”
He left the bottle on the sink. I heard him walk away, but I didn’t look. Was the ‘mouthwash’ poisonous? Maybe I could....
No. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, and turned around. He sat on the floor, still looking at me strangely. “You okay?”
“You mean, for someone who just got raped? Yes, I’m fine.”
“You done good, Jodi. That was the test. I’m gonna keep ya.”
I found a patch of floor as far from him as I could get, which only put me about ten midecs from him. “So I can suck you off when you want? Is this supposed to make me happy?” He’d kill me for saying that. I found I didn’t care.
But he didn’t seem angry. “I ain’t into guys. You are, I can tell. You did it too good for it to be the first time.”
So finally someone had discovered my secret when it no longer mattered. “So what? I’m a para. No one cares anymore.”
Oh be careful what you wish for, Jodimai. I should have realised Marra would find a way to punish me for my perverted existence.
“ I don’t care neither.” He pointed the homemade knife at me, but not in any threatening way. “You’re fresh meat, boy. You gotta have an owner, or you’re gonna be a rogan’s meal. Me? I’m a rogan. I get to eat boys like you. I call the shots. I been in here for most of my life, one way or the other. I know the system. Fresh meat don’t. I was fresh meat too, once. Learned the hard way how to make it work. Now, you look like a nice kid. You didn’t fight or bite, or get all hysterical. You’re smart. The smart ones, they don’t end up in here much, but when they do, they usually do okay. The stupid ones, they fight the system, think they can beat it. They don’t. They get beat. You listening to me?”
I looked at one of the glassy-eyed women on the wall behind his head, avoiding his stare. “Yes. I don’t know what you’re trying to say, and I don’t know if I care.”
His fleshy features creased up in a frown. “Boy, you make yourself care. You are fresh meat . Two things gonna happen. Tomorrow, we go to the canteen. You go on your own, you gonna get mobbed. Tore apart. Happens once, twice a week here, regular. The boy? Ends up a mess, if he lives. You want to end up like that?”
I shook my head.
“ No, you don’t. Cos you’re smart. So the other thing that can happen is you go in with me. I’m your boss,
I couldn’t even nod in frantic agreement but he seemed to approve of what he saw in my terrified eyes.
“Now, get on your knees, my pretty little Jodi, and suck me off. Make it good, no teeth, and I won’t hurt you. Understand?”
“Yes,” I mumbled through his grip on my face. I didn’t think this situation could get worse. How wrong could a man be?
He let me go, and I fell to my knees. He unzipped his lower fly and his fat cock poked out. “Waiting here, Jodi. Making me wait? Not a good idea.”
It took too long, and when I finished, he shoved me back and zipped up, uncaring now he’d got what he wanted. I staggered to the toilet and threw up, hanging over the bowl and wishing they’d killed me outright in that bar. Why keep me alive just to go through this?
A hand touched my shoulder and I instinctively belted it away before I remembered who it belonged to. I turned and cringed against the wall, expecting a beating. Ganwe stood over me, looking down with a strange expression, one almost of pity.
“Get up, boy. Rinse your mouth out, you don’t want to sleep with that taste in your mouth.”
I nearly snapped out something about which taste did he mean, but bit my tongue. I didn’t look at him as I got up and went to the sink. The water helped, though I retched again.
“Here.”
I jerked as a bottle with something brown inside it appeared near my face.
“Mouthwash. It’ll help.”
“Leave me alone.”
He left the bottle on the sink. I heard him walk away, but I didn’t look. Was the ‘mouthwash’ poisonous? Maybe I could....
No. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, and turned around. He sat on the floor, still looking at me strangely. “You okay?”
“You mean, for someone who just got raped? Yes, I’m fine.”
“You done good, Jodi. That was the test. I’m gonna keep ya.”
I found a patch of floor as far from him as I could get, which only put me about ten midecs from him. “So I can suck you off when you want? Is this supposed to make me happy?” He’d kill me for saying that. I found I didn’t care.
But he didn’t seem angry. “I ain’t into guys. You are, I can tell. You did it too good for it to be the first time.”
So finally someone had discovered my secret when it no longer mattered. “So what? I’m a para. No one cares anymore.”
Oh be careful what you wish for, Jodimai. I should have realised Marra would find a way to punish me for my perverted existence.
“ I don’t care neither.” He pointed the homemade knife at me, but not in any threatening way. “You’re fresh meat, boy. You gotta have an owner, or you’re gonna be a rogan’s meal. Me? I’m a rogan. I get to eat boys like you. I call the shots. I been in here for most of my life, one way or the other. I know the system. Fresh meat don’t. I was fresh meat too, once. Learned the hard way how to make it work. Now, you look like a nice kid. You didn’t fight or bite, or get all hysterical. You’re smart. The smart ones, they don’t end up in here much, but when they do, they usually do okay. The stupid ones, they fight the system, think they can beat it. They don’t. They get beat. You listening to me?”
I looked at one of the glassy-eyed women on the wall behind his head, avoiding his stare. “Yes. I don’t know what you’re trying to say, and I don’t know if I care.”
His fleshy features creased up in a frown. “Boy, you make yourself care. You are fresh meat . Two things gonna happen. Tomorrow, we go to the canteen. You go on your own, you gonna get mobbed. Tore apart. Happens once, twice a week here, regular. The boy? Ends up a mess, if he lives. You want to end up like that?”
I shook my head.
“ No, you don’t. Cos you’re smart. So the other thing that can happen is you go in with me. I’m your boss,
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