Chapter 6 Lovers Flashback
Killain
I am only gonna say this one more time. I slowly put my knife under Pike's nail pushing slowly to draw out the pain.
Will you work for me?
Please oh please Mr Killain he will kill me have mercy i beg!!!
If you don't I will kill you. And who is this he?
My boss!! My boss!!
Well I very much doubt your employer will kill you however, I have no issues ending your pathetic life!!
I push my knife all the way under his nail pulling up ripping his nail off. His screams will soon break him. I will get what I want.
Mercy Mercy!!! I will do it!! Please for the love of god stop!!!
I smile, wiping the blood off my knife onto my jeans.
Good very good Pike and just remember if you betray me there isn't a rock you could crawl under to hide from me.
Pikes tears stream down his face, blood dripping from his hands, feet and chest.
I wont, I swear Mr. Killain!!!
I walk over and release the chains from his hands. Watching his body crumble to the floor. I crotch down to his eye level. Now you're going to keep a very close eye on Amara Black. I want to know everything about her time in prison. You will not lay a finger on her. But you will report to me and do anything I ask of you. Won't you pet?
Y..y..yes Mr. Killian…
Good boy. Now clean yourself up, we have work to do.
I toss a washcloth at him and slam the door behind me.
Everything is going perfectly to plan. According to pike she has no friends yet and spends most of her time in her cell. My love letters are sure to give her something to think about. Soon she will be home soon she will be ready to permanently become mine. I walk down the long winding hall to our bedroom. It still smells like her. I haven't slept in our bed since she left. The black bedsheets and comforter in a heaping mess still. Her clothes lay waste on the floor and the only noise is the fan blowing the chains above the bed clinking on the headboard. I rub my hand over my neck. It truly is far too quiet without her. I walk over to the dresser. Her collar laying next to her book. I remember when she said she would never take that off.I have a surprise for you little one.
Really she glee's with excitement. What is it master?
I smile and move her hair out of the way. Placing the blue strings of diamonds and black cloth edging around her neck. Wrapping my arms around her as she looks in the mirror.
Its…its stunning master…
As are you little one. I place a kiss atop her head. This is your collar to show the world you are mine. I trace my finger down her arm. And it looks like it belongs there don't you think?
Yes it does. I am never taking it off. I promise.
That is a good little one. I want every man to look at you and see you are claimed.
And so they will. I love you Killian.
And I you little one.
Pike
What the hell happened to your face and your hands man?
My fellow co-workers gawking at Killian's artwork. I guess it would be a surprise. My lip busted, my eyes black and my hands wrapped in bandages. To them I must have looked like I just got out of war.
Motorcycle accident, it was a hell of a ride
Well yeah it looks like it. How's your bike man?
In pieces in Killain's shop. When they forced me to watch them smash and break her apart piece by piece.
It's fine in the shop, I reply.
Well that's good man, I know how much you love that bike. I'm glad they can fix it.
Yeah I reply dryly.
I have to go to wake-up hall 2.
I excuse myself from the break room dragging my feet behind me. As I walk down the hall the lights come to life with the sound of moaning inmates wanting more sleep. Rise and shine bitches I yell. Get up, get your asses moving. I make my way to Amara cell. She is already awake and sitting on her bed. She looks rougher today. The dark circles are more potent. Her black hair is messy and tangled.
Rough night?
She jumps at the sound of my voice. She was clearly lost deep in thought.
Is it morning already?
Yeah. Have you been sitting there all night?
She doesn't respond, just glances down at the floor.
Listen kid its not so bad in here why dont we get you something to eat and I can introduce you to some nice girls
I'm not a kid or nice
Her eyes are still not leaving the floor. What is wrong with her? Is she cracking in here already? Killain will want to know this.
Well no one is truly nice. But they wont kill you so there's that. Come on, snap out of it. It hasn't even been a week inmate.
You're right, it's been years.
What? What are you talking about?
I realized I have been in prison for years. This is just a different type of prison. One without good food, sex, and friends.
Ummm…
I didn't know what to say. But if she had Killain on her heels… I could only imagine what this girl has been through. It would take a lot to bring that kind of attention to yourself. I'm supposed to give her this letter. But it does not feel right.
What do you mean inmate?
She shakes her head and forces a smile making eye contact with me for the first time.
It doesn't matter. I am awake. I will be at breakfast shortly. Thank you, guard.
I walk over to her bed and sit down.
I think this is the first conversation I have had with you that hasn't made me want to smack the taste out of your mouth.
Well you do make it easy. She laughs.
What happened to you anyways?
A man showed me the errors of my ways I said
Huh?
I pull the envelope out of my pocket. And hand it to her.
Killan says hello
Amara
Guard pike walks out of the cell as I begin to open my letter. At least I am so numb that fear isn't brewing in my stomach.
Good morning little one,
Have you been thinking about what a bad girl you were? You should be. Naughty naughty going to the cops. Naughty naughty for burning my arm. Write to me today or I will be paying you a visit. Don't think I can't reach you behind those bars. Now be my good girl. And I will reward you.
I crumple the letter and throw it to the ground. Great. Now I have to write to him. He is the last person I want to talk to. I don't want to see him and I have no doubt about his skills in breaking into a prison for a visit or just simply adding himself to the list of approved visitors. I can't stand the thought of his hand running down the side of my face. I will write him but fuck his good girl comment. I don't want to be his. Not anymore. I want to be me…whoever that is without Killian. I don't even remember leaving my cell. Or standing in line for food. But here I am sitting away from gen pop as per usual. Attempting to eat for the first time. I need strength if I am ever gonna get out of here and away from Killian. The eggs are bland but not horrid. The toast is dry with no trace of butter. But I have to eat. I force the food down barley chewing.
Hey new girl
I look over and see a girl walking straight towards me
Me?
Yeah you, you too good to talk to us or somethin?
Umm no i uh
Well you haven't spoke to anyone since you got here what's up with that
She raise her arms with the question
I'm just shy… I lie
Shy shy how you be shy in prison she laughs
I dont know..
Well you best start making friends your gonna need them here virgin
She skips off rejoining her group. What the hell makes her think I'm a virgin? That's so weird. Her group starts giggling and staring at me. Yeah that's right, look at the circus freak over here. If I make friends here that could get them killed. I have no interest in making any. I put my tray up and a female guard walks up to me. The warden is requesting to see you inmate, come with me. Great just what I needed more drama. I had almost forgotten I had told him who my father was.I wonder what he wants now? Blood to prove I am Harrsion sole living daughter. I followed her up to his office watching her blond pony tail weave back and fourth.
She was pretty, tall for a girl, slim for a guard. Of course there weren't too many female guards here either, at least not that I have seen. I stand in front of his door trying to prepare myself for whatever might happen next. Well Amara this can't be as bad as this morning. Let's get this over with. I knock on the door and poke my head in. The light bouncing off his Grey walls. There's a candle burning on top of his catty corner bookshelf. He's sitting in his chair with a pile of folders on top of his sleek black desk. He swings his chair facing the door. Looking just as breathtaking as he did the day before. His black hair is pulled back into a pony tale. One strand of hair kissing his face. Today he is wearing a red suit coat with a black button up shirt. Two buttons undone giving a small sneak peak to his chest. God I love his eyes. Bursting with green embers and sparks of hazel. Great, just looking at him makes me ache with need.
Come in come in his smile wide and welcoming
I carefully close the door behind me. Taking a deep breath. You got this Amara. Just tell him you're not interested. Tell him you're not his kitten and will never be his kitten. Tell him you don't want him to rip off your clothes with his teeth. Tell him you don't fantasize about how his thick lips would feel, how his mouth would taste