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Jack flinched away and whimpred at his touch, more out of instinct than anything else. He peeked up at Gideon through his fingers, trying to judge whether the drug was still in his system or not “Bobby was here?” he whispered, not sure if he had just dreamt it or not.
“… Yeah… Yeah he was here…” I whispered, before crouching down, keeping my distance this time. “… I don’t know how to tell you… how to describe to you how sorry I am… I… I could see everything happening… I just couldn’t stop myself… I would never… ever intentionally hurt you…” I mumbled, not entirely sure why I was becoming so attached to my cell mate. I concluded that it must be the need for a human connection, especially in such conditions.
Jack took a little comfort in the fact that it hadn’t been a dream, knowing that it meant that Bobby would have made sure he was ok and that he, hopefully, wouldn’t bleed to death. He was still bleeding, he could feel it and he ached so badly, staring up at Kitty but refusing to move. “Wasn’t your fault,” he mumbled “Everyone does it….it’s all I’m used for…..they’ll make you do it again…they always do…”
“Well I don’t want to do it… I don’t want to hurt you… I won’t let them… I won’t…” I murmured, stiffening as I heard footsteps coming down the hall.
Jack stared at him, tensing at the footsteps “You won’t be able to stop them, no one can,” he murmured, his eyes wide as the door opened and a few guards walked in with a camera on a tripod. Jack stared through his fingers, biting his lip as Kitty was grabbed by two of the guards and injected again. It clicked as the third guard set up the camera and walked over to Jack, holding out his hand for his arm. Jack obeyed, glad that this time he would be lost just as much as Gideon would be, watching the needle sink into his arm before the men hit record, dropped Gideon and left. Jack curled up, feeling the warmth spread through him, the pain disappearing quickly. He bit into his arm, trying to control the raging lust for Gideon that crept up on him.
I trembled on the ground, feeling my body warming up quickly, blood flowing down to my penis. I groaned slightly, feeling it swell up to an erection. Through my clouded thoughts it registered that Jack was here, and I stumbled over to him.
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Jack flinched away and whimpred at his touch, more out of instinct than anything else. He peeked up at Gideon through his fingers, trying to judge whether the drug was still in his system or not “Bobby was here?” he whispered, not sure if he had just dreamt it or not.
“… Yeah… Yeah he was here…” I whispered, before crouching down, keeping my distance this time. “… I don’t know how to tell you… how to describe to you how sorry I am… I… I could see everything happening… I just couldn’t stop myself… I would never… ever intentionally hurt you…” I mumbled, not entirely sure why I was becoming so attached to my cell mate. I concluded that it must be the need for a human connection, especially in such conditions.
Jack took a little comfort in the fact that it hadn’t been a dream, knowing that it meant that Bobby would have made sure he was ok and that he, hopefully, wouldn’t bleed to death. He was still bleeding, he could feel it and he ached so badly, staring up at Kitty but refusing to move. “Wasn’t your fault,” he mumbled “Everyone does it….it’s all I’m used for…..they’ll make you do it again…they always do…”
“Well I don’t want to do it… I don’t want to hurt you… I won’t let them… I won’t…” I murmured, stiffening as I heard footsteps coming down the hall.
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I frowned, I didn’t like the sound of him not lasting much longer. Though, then again, dying may have been the best thing for him. The best thing for all of us. I didn’t respond to the hug, instead trying to block everything out of my mind. When Bobby left I began singing quietly, trying to soothe Jack.
Jack woke up slowly, cowering under the blanket, shivering. He ached badly, everywhere, his ass, his hips. He groaned, trying to shift slightly but giving up and then he remembered what had happened, who had done this to him and he froze.
I continued singing until I saw him stiffen, causing me to flinch slightly and go quiet immediately.
“I’m sorry Jack… I’m so sorry…”
He heard him, he just didn’t no how to react. There was the crippling fear that naturally came after the ordeal, but he also knew that it hadn’t been kitty’s fault, but he was terrified incase he was still under the effect of the dru. He felt disgusting “S’not y-your f-fault,” he whispered.
I frowned, noticing that he was shaking. I took my scarf and gingerly went over to him, quickly bundling him up with it.
“Is that better?” I whispered, looking down.
Jack flinched away and whimpred at his touch, more out of instinct than anything else. He peeked up at Gideon through his fingers, trying to judge whether the drug was still in his system or not “Bobby was here?” he whispered, not sure if he had just dreamt it or not.
“… Yeah… Yeah he was here…” I whispered, before crouching down, keeping my distance this time. “… I don’t know how to tell you… how to describe to you how sorry I am… I… I could see everything happening… I just couldn’t stop myself… I would never… ever intentionally hurt you…” I mumbled, not entirely sure why I was becoming so attached to my cell mate. I concluded that it must be the need for a human connection, especially in such conditions.
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I frowned, I didn’t like the sound of him not lasting much longer. Though, then again, dying may have been the best thing for him. The best thing for all of us. I didn’t respond to the hug, instead trying to block everything out of my mind. When Bobby left I began singing quietly, trying to soothe Jack.
Jack woke up slowly, cowering under the blanket, shivering. He ached badly, everywhere, his ass, his hips. He groaned, trying to shift slightly but giving up and then he remembered what had happened, who had done this to him and he froze.
I continued singing until I saw him stiffen, causing me to flinch slightly and go quiet immediately.
“I’m sorry Jack… I’m so sorry…”
He heard him, he just didn’t no how to react. There was the crippling fear that naturally came after the ordeal, but he also knew that it hadn’t been kitty’s fault, but he was terrified incase he was still under the effect of the dru. He felt disgusting “S’not y-your f-fault,” he whispered.
I frowned, noticing that he was shaking. I took my scarf and gingerly went over to him, quickly bundling him up with it.
“Is that better?” I whispered, looking down.
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I nodded and gently propped Jack up, trying to ignore his sounds of pain. I tried to think of a way to soothe him, so I began singing to him softly, very quietly, hoping that the guards would not be able to hear it.
“Heyy Jack shhhh,” Danny soothed, looking up as Gideon started singing quietly. He smiled, returning to the kit and pulling out some cream and coating his fingers with it before re-inserting them into Jack who yelped loudly despite his unconscious state, all the while Bobby murmured quietly, his brow furrowing at the damage.
Jack groaned, turning and burying his face into Gideon’s chest, squirming at the pain.
I raised my eyebrows at the way he was clinging to me, but I just put my arms around him and continued singing, hoping that this would soothe him in some way.
Bobby watched him, eventually withdrawing his fingers from Jack with a sigh “Sorry Jackie, really,” he murmured, wiping his fingers clean and watching Jack cowering in Gideon’s arms “Poor kid ain’t gonna last much longer,” he sighed, standing and gently scooping him up, ignoring the pained cries, and setting him down on his side in his corner, tucking the blanket around him.
He immediately curled up into a defensive position whimpering. Bobby then crossed over to Gideon and pulled him into a hug.
I frowned, I didn’t like the sound of him not lasting much longer. Though, then again, dying may have been the best thing for him. The best thing for all of us. I didn’t respond to the hug, instead trying to block everything out of my mind. When Bobby left I began singing quietly, trying to soothe Jack.
Jack woke up slowly, cowering under the blanket, shivering. He ached badly, everywhere, his ass, his hips. He groaned, trying to shift slightly but giving up and then he remembered what had happened, who had done this to him and he froze.
I continued singing until I saw him stiffen, causing me to flinch slightly and go quiet immediately.
“I’m sorry Jack… I’m so sorry…”
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I nodded and gently propped Jack up, trying to ignore his sounds of pain. I tried to think of a way to soothe him, so I began singing to him softly, very quietly, hoping that the guards would not be able to hear it.
“Heyy Jack shhhh,” Danny soothed, looking up as Gideon started singing quietly. He smiled, returning to the kit and pulling out some cream and coating his fingers with it before re-inserting them into Jack who yelped loudly despite his unconscious state, all the while Bobby murmured quietly, his brow furrowing at the damage.
Jack groaned, turning and burying his face into Gideon’s chest, squirming at the pain.
I raised my eyebrows at the way he was clinging to me, but I just put my arms around him and continued singing, hoping that this would soothe him in some way.
Bobby watched him, eventually withdrawing his fingers from Jack with a sigh “Sorry Jackie, really,” he murmured, wiping his fingers clean and watching Jack cowering in Gideon’s arms “Poor kid ain’t gonna last much longer,” he sighed, standing and gently scooping him up, ignoring the pained cries, and setting him down on his side in his corner, tucking the blanket around him.
He immediately curled up into a defensive position whimpering. Bobby then crossed over to Gideon and pulled him into a hug.
I frowned, I didn’t like the sound of him not lasting much longer. Though, then again, dying may have been the best thing for him. The best thing for all of us. I didn’t respond to the hug, instead trying to block everything out of my mind. When Bobby left I began singing quietly, trying to soothe Jack.
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Bobby let Gideon move away, trying to ignore the sobs while he was tending to Jack because he was feeling awful, he knew exactly how Gideon felt about what he had done to Jack since he had been made to do it aswell, multiple times. He put a hand on Jack’s shoulder “Jackie please, I’m trying to help you,” he said gently and grimacing as Jack passed out again.
“Can you help me?” he asked Gideon gently, hoping that if he got him involved he would feel better or at least keep him occupied for a moment. “You’ve got five minutes,” a voice said on the other side of the door. Bobby ignored them, grabbing some gauze and a needle and slowly stitching up the split on Jack’s cheek.
I obeyed promptly, still crying, but I made me way over.
“W-what do you… need? … I’ll… I’ll do anything… to… to help… it’s the least… the least I could do… After what I did to him…” I sobbed out, my bottom lip trembling.
Bobby looked at him as he finished stitching. “Hey kid…you didn’t do this, they did and once he gets over the shock he’ll know that,” he said, though he didn’t feel as confident as his words “The drug…it’s powerful, just count yourself lucky they didn’t make you wear anything while you fucked him.” He leaned over, gently patting his shoulder.
“Don’t cry, it gets better, easier to deal with I promise,” he smiled warmly. “Ok I need you to prop him up so I can get a better look at the damage without him falling over.”
I nodded and gently propped Jack up, trying to ignore his sounds of pain. I tried to think of a way to soothe him, so I began singing to him softly, very quietly, hoping that the guards would not be able to hear it.
“Heyy Jack shhhh,” Danny soothed, looking up as Gideon started singing quietly. He smiled, returning to the kit and pulling out some cream and coating his fingers with it before re-inserting them into Jack who yelped loudly despite his unconscious state, all the while Bobby murmured quietly, his brow furrowing at the damage.
Jack groaned, turning and burying his face into Gideon’s chest, squirming at the pain.
I raised my eyebrows at the way he was clinging to me, but I just put my arms around him and continued singing, hoping that this would soothe him in some way.
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Bobby let Gideon move away, trying to ignore the sobs while he was tending to Jack because he was feeling awful, he knew exactly how Gideon felt about what he had done to Jack since he had been made to do it aswell, multiple times. He put a hand on Jack’s shoulder “Jackie please, I’m trying to help you,” he said gently and grimacing as Jack passed out again.
“Can you help me?” he asked Gideon gently, hoping that if he got him involved he would feel better or at least keep him occupied for a moment. “You’ve got five minutes,” a voice said on the other side of the door. Bobby ignored them, grabbing some gauze and a needle and slowly stitching up the split on Jack’s cheek.
I obeyed promptly, still crying, but I made me way over.
“W-what do you… need? … I’ll… I’ll do anything… to… to help… it’s the least… the least I could do… After what I did to him…” I sobbed out, my bottom lip trembling.
Bobby looked at him as he finished stitching. “Hey kid…you didn’t do this, they did and once he gets over the shock he’ll know that,” he said, though he didn’t feel as confident as his words “The drug…it’s powerful, just count yourself lucky they didn’t make you wear anything while you fucked him.” He leaned over, gently patting his shoulder.
“Don’t cry, it gets better, easier to deal with I promise,” he smiled warmly. “Ok I need you to prop him up so I can get a better look at the damage without him falling over.”
I nodded and gently propped Jack up, trying to ignore his sounds of pain. I tried to think of a way to soothe him, so I began singing to him softly, very quietly, hoping that the guards would not be able to hear it.
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“You think like that and they will break you in no time,” he said gently, the cloth quickly becoming saturated with blood. “The only way you will ever be like them is if you do what you did except you do it willingly,” said Bobby, turning his blue eyes to him “The drug they use…….it’s to give themselves a sick show, they get off on pain and Jack….well he’s always in pain,” he mumbled, reaching down and gently insetring to fingers into the torn entrance to inspect the damage, pulling a long, pained yelp from Jack. “Shhhh Jackie, s’ok,” he whispered.
I looked over at him sadly, gingerly crawling over to Jack, lowering myself so that we were at eye level.
“I’m so sorry…” I know it was a simple statement, but all of the emotions present in my eyes hopefully helped it along a bit.
Jack stared at him blankly, not really seeing him, whimpering as Bobby’s fingers moved, yelping loudly whenever the fingers passed over a rip “Jesus Jackie they really fucked you up this time didn’t they,” Bobby murmured. Jack gazed around at the new voice, his eye’s finding Bobby and then his fingers in him and he panicked “P-p-p-please…….N-n-no more……” he begged, trying to scramble away but he didn’t have the energy. Bobby tried to sooth him “Jackie, hey Jack It’s me, Bobby I ain’t gonna fuck you,” he whispered, catching Gideon’s gaze “The things they have made me do to him…” he shuddered “He might be wary of you for a bit.”
Jack meanwhile was still trying to get away, his fingers moving uselessly over the stone floor “Please…..”
I instinctively moved forward to try and offer Jack some sort of comfort before I flinched away at the comment, how Jack would probably react to me. I merely nodded and sank back into my corner, head lowered. I drew my legs up to my chest and buried my face in them, sobbing. I thought back to my Father, thinking that he should have killed me when he had the chance.
