Jailbird's Heaven 2/?
Attempting to get some of my WIP's done. I realized I had this sitting around and hadn't bothered to post it. Juri's assigned to Jan because Timo thinks Jan needs protection, which he does since he's prone to fucking up the guys who try to touch him. Timo really doesn't want Jan's sentence to change.
Caught in the act of stealing a car, Bushido is sent to the local prison where he meets Timo Sonnenschein, pimp extraordinaire.
The look in Timo’s eyes had been worth it, even though Anis had thought he was going to be shanked right there.
“Alright,” Timo said, coming up behind Anis at the mess table. Anis took his time turning around.
“Alright?”
“You get your…request. Come to my cell after dinner tonight, before lights out.”
Fler stared at him. Anis had never felt more powerful. He made his way to the cell slowly, relishing the fearful looks of the other prisoners. He had Timo under his thumb and none of them knew what exactly they had agreed to. It could be the alliance made in hell. It certainly was the stuff of schoolboy nightmares, rape in the back of a prison cell, only Anis wasn’t the one getting it.
Maybe this prison thing wasn’t as bad as all the stories. The food wasn’t that bad, the cells had decent mattresses, and the sex, while disturbing, wasn’t him being raped in the showers.
Anis didn’t even try to check the smile on his face. People were watching him. They knew what he’d done, that he had Sonnenschein at his mercy. Let them watch. Anis would give them a good show.
He did not need to but Anis still knocked on the wall outside Timo’s cell.
“Come in.” Anis barked a laugh and walked inside, taking the time to lean against the wall and just look at Timo. He wanted to see the fear and the hatred on the boy’s face before he fucked him.
Timo’s face was empty, though, and Anis got no pleasure in looking at him. The boy was good looking, there was no doubt about it. He was nothing on Bill but in this shithole? He might as well be a supermodel. Fler and his friends were right: after a time, any piece of ass started to look good.
“Let’s get this over with,” Timo said. “Fuck as hard as you like, I’ve got nowhere I need to sit tomorrow.”
Anis raised an eyebrow. That was an interesting thing to say.
“Turn around.”
ØØØ
He was asleep, smug in his victory, when the attack started.
Anis didn’t feel the pain until after he heard his bones crack. Even then it was dull, almost at the back of his mind. By then, his attacker was keeling in front of him, grinning.
“You should have picked Jo,” the man said, his face full of dark mirth. “We could have let this go if you’d been smart but it was your choice and you were stupid.” Someone kicked him in his side. Anis wheezed, the wind knocked from him. He heard the click of a handcuff chaining him to the fence. With a final kick and a grim laugh, his attackers left just as the pain set in.
Anis screamed until he was hoarse.
ØØØ
The nurse came for him eventually but not before Anis thought he had died from sheer agony. The painkillers she made him swallow seemed to do nothing as she set and bandaged his arm. She had no sympathy for him as she tugged forcefully on the bandages and set the sling over his shoulder.
“No cast?” he gasped out. She only glared at him.
The guards had had to use wire cutters to get the handcuffs off. Sunshine’s boy had jammed them somehow- Anis didn’t actually understand what or how the man had done it but it had stumped the guards pretty bad- and he had spent even more time in agony at the mercy of the position he’d been locked into until they found him a way out. His legs had barely held him as the guards led him to the infirmary.
Now the high-nosed bitch treating him was giving him what felt like the roughest job possible, every jerk of her hand pulling at his bones, making Anis wonder if it would ever heal.
“I stole a car,” he told her. “I never hurt anyone.”
She didn’t answer, only handed him a cup of water and another set of painkillers.
“We needed the money,” he continued.
“Look,” she said, after he had swallowed the pills. “I don’t care what you have to say. If I listened to half the things the men in here say, I’d go crazy. You’re here because you did something wrong. No one cares whether you’re innocent or not, or whether you’re misunderstood.
Your arm’s going to heal but it’ll take a while. I can’t give you a cast until we get it X-rayed. I don’t even have the materials to make you one. You’ll be going to the hospital tomorrow, alright? After that, I’ll check up on you once a week.
So remember: I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. Got it?”
Anis nodded. There went his chance to talk to a normal person for once. The nurse stared at him, as though she thought she could see something in his eyes, then looked away.
“The guards will take you back to your cell.”
ØØØ
Anis took in a shuddering breath as he tried to wash his face one-handed. The painkillers had worn out almost an hour ago. Now it hurt just to fucking breathe. He was jittery, paranoid about the people around him.
He couldn’t trust anyone; he didn’t even know which of Timo’s men had done it or how they’d gotten in his cell without the guards or Fler noticing. Maybe Fler had helped whoever it was. Anis didn’t know.
He saw Timo in the mirror, the man standing calmly behind him, letting his reflection speak for him. Anis could almost feel Timo’s breath on the back of his neck.
“Bastard,” Anis spat. He splashed more water into his mouth with his uninjured hand. “Thanks for breaking my fucking arm!”
Timo shrugged.
“Wasn’t me as did that,” he said, sounding just that bit above bored. “Some of my…friends…got carried away.”
“Right,” Anis snapped.
“Hey, I got to protect my boys somehow. Word gets around that just anybody can come in and do what he pleases without answering to me…well, that’s not gonna look too good is it?”
“You’re a dick.”
“Join me and I can give you protection.”
“No, you queer ass motherfucker! I don’t want anything to do with you or your group of fags.”
“Ah ah, watch what you say. Those fags are the same one’s that put you in that cast.” Timo’s lazy smile didn’t waver. “Besides you’re one yourself. We could have another go, if you’re interested.”
Anis mimed gagging, disturbed to find that that wasn’t his natural reaction to the man’s words.
“Have sex with you? I’d rather die,” he spat.
“You liked it, don’t deny it.”
“I told you, I don’t want anything to do with you fags.”
Timo smiled and plucked a photo from where Anis had pinned it between the wall and the frame of the bed. He twirled it between his fingers idly.
“I’m not stupid. This is no girl.”
Anis’s scowl deepened.
“So?”
“You like men,” Timo said simply, like it was an ice cream flavor. You like pistachio. I like mint chocolate chip. “And I deal in men. I can give you protection, sex, real food, whatever you like.”
“And what do you get out of it?”
Timo grinned lopsidedly.
“Sex.”
ØØØ
The catcalls alerted Juri to his ward’s coming presence. He suppressed the thrill coursing through his lower extremities and lowered his weights to the floor. Jan made an awkward scuttle over to him, trying to keep as much of himself a mystery from the far too interested inmates. Around Timo he could flaunt and flirt all he wanted but without the group, Jan was vulnerable. Juri hadn’t been guarding him long enough for the “blonde bombshell” to have any faith in him. The part of him that secretly hoped Timo had deliberately picked him for Jan’s guard was saddened and hurt by that. Juri would give Jan the world; protection was nothing compared to what Juri wanted to do for the blonde.
“I have a message from Timo,” Jan whispered. He glanced behind him, unsure and obviously frightened by the men openly ogling him. He knew it had less to do with his face then his ass. Prison was a scary place to be the hot girl next door.
Jan leaned up and tucked the note into the collar of Juri’s jumpsuit. Juri gulped. Jan was very close.
“Can’t you make them stop?” Jan whispered into Juri’s ear. His blue eyes were huge with fear.
“I can’t do much about it,” Juri whispered back. “If you were someone’s bitch, they would leave you alone but-” He shrugged.
“So tell them I’m your bitch,” Jan said, his voice hardly wavering.
They kissed. Juri let out an almost silent moan and tugged Jan closer, his cock stirring, his whole body singing with the glorious pleasure of Jan’s touch, his core aching from the satisfaction coursing inside him. Jan was his bitch.
The possessiveness roared in his mind. Juri slid his hand from Jan’s hip, running his finger down the crack of Jan’s sweet ass. Jan jumped just a little bit and Juri pressed their bodies together. He could feel every warm curve of Jan’s body. He had Jan’s mouth, he had his body. Juri cupped the globe of Jan’s butt cheek and squeezed, rolling his hand over the here soft and there firm flesh. Groans and curses sprang up from among the other inmates. Juri smiled triumphantly, though it only came out as a tiny grin, and deepened his stolen kiss. It felt so right to have this man in his arms, this beautiful, diminutive person who needed him for protection, who relied on him for safety and maybe, just maybe, love.
When he finally let him go, Juri didn’t expect Jan to look at him like that. For a second, his ward’s eyes were dazed, his cheeks flush with color, but then the moment was gone and Jan leaned up to whisper in his ear.
“They think I’m your bitch. That’s it,” Jan whispered coldly. He pulled back, his sapphire eyes as hard as the gems they resembled. “Don’t get any ideas. It’s not real.”
Juri felt his heart crack and shatter into a million pieces as Jan walked away. Every other inmate in that gym thought he was the luckiest guy in whole damn place and- he
Had
Nothing.
ØØØ
“He killed a lady. Raped her, then stabbed her thirty some times. Tied her up and left her to die.”
“Fucking lady killer. That’s cold shit.”
“I bet you he hates all women. If he had the chance, he’d go right out there and do it over again.”
“Don’t it scare you knowin’ you’s locked up wit the likes of him? He a murderer and a freak.”
Anis heard the words again and again. He still ate with Fler, the pale man maintaining an odd sort of respect for him. Anis personally thought Fler was faking it, that he had in with Sonnenschein. But didn’t he have in with Sonnenschein, too? People certainly thought so. It was why they whispered about him, asking Anis whether Timo had told him anything.
He hadn’t. There weren’t too many words that spread between them when they were together, Anis always quick to finish and get out. It was the only bright part of Anis’ day, leaving Timo. He had to keep it up, though. The benefits were clear, even if the sex was something Anis did not want to discuss.
He thought he had died and gone to hell the day Timo sent one of his men to bring him over. Anis felt sick, his mind dizzy, as he took his tray over to the crowd of too pretty men.
They watched him as he sat down. Timo was in the center on the other side of the round table, his men surrounding him like a fucking harem, Anis thought. The brunette, Jo, was the only one to smile but it was hardly reassuring as his lips were barely a centimeter from Timo’s left ear. He was all but curled around Sonnenschein, another, this one a blonde, copying him on their leader’s other side.
“Yeah?” Anis asked, attempting to imitate Sonnenschein’s perpetually bored tone.
“They say you raped a woman.” Sonnenschein shrugged and a couple of his men chuckled darkly, like it was a joke.
“I’ve done a lot of things,” he said, simply. “A whole lot of things. You’ll sit with us from now on, won’t you, Ferchichi?”
And so Anis lost another bit of his time in hell to Sonnenschein.
ØØØ
It was a Sunday that Anis first tried to start a conversation with Sonnenschein. There was a chapel that the inmates could go to but Anis never went. He could not stand the born-agains who were convinced they had been forgiven for their sins. They were as crazy as the serial killers and the murderers, convinced their God would change their lives for them. Anis wanted nothing of them.
Besides, Timo always had them meet in his cell during the chapel hours.
“Why’d you do it?” Anis asked. They had finished already and Anis had been banking on a few days of extra protection for giving him head. He wasn’t sure Sonnenschein had even washed beforehand but Anis was guessing he hadn’t. It didn’t much matter, Anis had lost all sense of humiliation in the last few weeks.
Timo smiled cooly. “You know, you’re the first person here to ask that.” He paused, folding his hands over his waist and staring at the underside of the top bunk.
“The woman? Was a fucking pedophile.
"She liked to look in on little girls in the neighborhood. She was real nice to them, lived right near the school where she’d give out toys and candy, tell them how cute they were, and that their mommies and daddies,” Timo’s face twisted as he spat the words. “Said it was okay if they watched TV at her house for a while.
"It went on for years and years till one day I heard my sister and Werner’s talking about her. They said they didn’t like the games she played with them or the way she sometimes touched them in places they didn’t want her to. Do I really need to explain what those places were?”
Anis shook his head, wishing the spinning in his head would stop just for a moment because he couldn’t understand what Timo was saying with it there. He wanted the other inmate to stop talking but at the same time it was fascinating in a sick way.
“I didn’t think so. Two days after I heard them talking, Werner and I killed her. They said it was a hate crime because she was a woman and that she hadn’t hurt anyone, she was just this friendly lady who never did anything to anyone and always wanted a little girl herself.
She wanted a little girl all right,” Timo said bitterly. “She wanted a little girl in her bed. The reports from parents started coming in after Werner and I were already here. No one listened. But she’s dead and we’re here and that’s that.”
ØØØ
The next Sunday, Anis found himself once again at the entrance to Sonnenschein’s cell. He wasn’t there when Anis arrived, which happened every so often- the man did have other things to do- so Anis settled in to wait. Timo had a habit of being gentler and ending sooner when he was late, as though he felt some sort of guilt about being late. Anis didn’t really care about the reasoning, he just hoped Timo would forget and he could creep back to his own cell and his own bunk. Fler never wanted to talk when he came back, which left Anis with some time to think. That was always nice.
Unfortunately, someone other than Sonnenschein appeared soon after Anis got there. Werner, Sonnenschein’s right-hand man. Anis had never actually talked to him before but he had a reputation for being more insane than anyone else in their section of the prison. Talkative, too, which just added to the crazy.
“Hello,” Werner said, getting right up in Anis’ face. He was short, that much was incontestable, but he had an air about him that made him seem larger than life. It must be those eyes, they just radiated madness. “You want to know what I’m in here for?”
Not really, Anis thought.
“What?” he asked anyway.
“Aggravated assault, assault with a deadly weapon, accomplice to rape, accomplice to premeditated murder.” Werner grinned as he finished ticking the charges off on his fingers. “What’re you in for?”
“I stole a car. I heard you could’ve gotten out. Why’d you let them arrest you?”
Werner’s grin widened.
“Yeah, a lot of people ask that. I just told the cops I was guilty. The judge, too. People kept telling me to shut my mouth and I could keep my sentence down. Thing is,” he leaned in close and whispered: “I wanted to get caught. I did it. I killed the bitch, paid her back for the shit she did to my sister and all those other kids. It’s not just me as could’ve gotten off. Sonnenschein and I could’ve dipped out, left the bitch to die. Instead, we called the cops, told ‘em what we did. Timo could’ve gotten off ‘cept he didn’t want to neither.
"People don’t believe I did it. They say Timo stabbed her and Timo raped her. Well, someone had to tie her up, someone had to hold her down. They don’t tell you about it but that guy you see hanging round us? He was in it, too. Not a big part but it’s a violent crime what he did and he got sent here, too, a bit after us.” He laughed. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
“You don’t look the type,” Anis said slowly.
“’Cause I’m small, right? Don’t underestimate people around here. We’re all in here for something. Coupla people are like you, larceny and white collar shit, but this is a violent place. You’ve got people who’ve killed others, people who’ve raped others, people who’ve done shit you can’t even imagine. Everyone’s got a back story, everyone’s a threat.”
Anis nodded, unquestionably glad to sight Sonnenschein coming up the walkway. In and out, and then he’d be away from these fucking fags.
“Hi, Timo,” Werner said, waving to his master. Timo smiled at him.
“I have business to take care of, Janni.” Anis felt his stomach churn at the nickname. The man was fucking psycho and Timo talked to him like he was a little kid. “Run off, will ya?”
That grin appeared again and Werner laughed.
“Wouldn’t want to stay anyway,” he said before popping off.
“Charming, isn’t he?” Sonnenschein asked. “Let’s go inside.”
Anis closed his eyes and swore silently. He wouldn’t be getting a break today.
Caught in the act of stealing a car, Bushido is sent to the local prison where he meets Timo Sonnenschein, pimp extraordinaire.
The look in Timo’s eyes had been worth it, even though Anis had thought he was going to be shanked right there.
“Alright,” Timo said, coming up behind Anis at the mess table. Anis took his time turning around.
“Alright?”
“You get your…request. Come to my cell after dinner tonight, before lights out.”
Fler stared at him. Anis had never felt more powerful. He made his way to the cell slowly, relishing the fearful looks of the other prisoners. He had Timo under his thumb and none of them knew what exactly they had agreed to. It could be the alliance made in hell. It certainly was the stuff of schoolboy nightmares, rape in the back of a prison cell, only Anis wasn’t the one getting it.
Maybe this prison thing wasn’t as bad as all the stories. The food wasn’t that bad, the cells had decent mattresses, and the sex, while disturbing, wasn’t him being raped in the showers.
Anis didn’t even try to check the smile on his face. People were watching him. They knew what he’d done, that he had Sonnenschein at his mercy. Let them watch. Anis would give them a good show.
He did not need to but Anis still knocked on the wall outside Timo’s cell.
“Come in.” Anis barked a laugh and walked inside, taking the time to lean against the wall and just look at Timo. He wanted to see the fear and the hatred on the boy’s face before he fucked him.
Timo’s face was empty, though, and Anis got no pleasure in looking at him. The boy was good looking, there was no doubt about it. He was nothing on Bill but in this shithole? He might as well be a supermodel. Fler and his friends were right: after a time, any piece of ass started to look good.
“Let’s get this over with,” Timo said. “Fuck as hard as you like, I’ve got nowhere I need to sit tomorrow.”
Anis raised an eyebrow. That was an interesting thing to say.
“Turn around.”
ØØØ
He was asleep, smug in his victory, when the attack started.
Anis didn’t feel the pain until after he heard his bones crack. Even then it was dull, almost at the back of his mind. By then, his attacker was keeling in front of him, grinning.
“You should have picked Jo,” the man said, his face full of dark mirth. “We could have let this go if you’d been smart but it was your choice and you were stupid.” Someone kicked him in his side. Anis wheezed, the wind knocked from him. He heard the click of a handcuff chaining him to the fence. With a final kick and a grim laugh, his attackers left just as the pain set in.
Anis screamed until he was hoarse.
ØØØ
The nurse came for him eventually but not before Anis thought he had died from sheer agony. The painkillers she made him swallow seemed to do nothing as she set and bandaged his arm. She had no sympathy for him as she tugged forcefully on the bandages and set the sling over his shoulder.
“No cast?” he gasped out. She only glared at him.
The guards had had to use wire cutters to get the handcuffs off. Sunshine’s boy had jammed them somehow- Anis didn’t actually understand what or how the man had done it but it had stumped the guards pretty bad- and he had spent even more time in agony at the mercy of the position he’d been locked into until they found him a way out. His legs had barely held him as the guards led him to the infirmary.
Now the high-nosed bitch treating him was giving him what felt like the roughest job possible, every jerk of her hand pulling at his bones, making Anis wonder if it would ever heal.
“I stole a car,” he told her. “I never hurt anyone.”
She didn’t answer, only handed him a cup of water and another set of painkillers.
“We needed the money,” he continued.
“Look,” she said, after he had swallowed the pills. “I don’t care what you have to say. If I listened to half the things the men in here say, I’d go crazy. You’re here because you did something wrong. No one cares whether you’re innocent or not, or whether you’re misunderstood.
Your arm’s going to heal but it’ll take a while. I can’t give you a cast until we get it X-rayed. I don’t even have the materials to make you one. You’ll be going to the hospital tomorrow, alright? After that, I’ll check up on you once a week.
So remember: I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. Got it?”
Anis nodded. There went his chance to talk to a normal person for once. The nurse stared at him, as though she thought she could see something in his eyes, then looked away.
“The guards will take you back to your cell.”
ØØØ
Anis took in a shuddering breath as he tried to wash his face one-handed. The painkillers had worn out almost an hour ago. Now it hurt just to fucking breathe. He was jittery, paranoid about the people around him.
He couldn’t trust anyone; he didn’t even know which of Timo’s men had done it or how they’d gotten in his cell without the guards or Fler noticing. Maybe Fler had helped whoever it was. Anis didn’t know.
He saw Timo in the mirror, the man standing calmly behind him, letting his reflection speak for him. Anis could almost feel Timo’s breath on the back of his neck.
“Bastard,” Anis spat. He splashed more water into his mouth with his uninjured hand. “Thanks for breaking my fucking arm!”
Timo shrugged.
“Wasn’t me as did that,” he said, sounding just that bit above bored. “Some of my…friends…got carried away.”
“Right,” Anis snapped.
“Hey, I got to protect my boys somehow. Word gets around that just anybody can come in and do what he pleases without answering to me…well, that’s not gonna look too good is it?”
“You’re a dick.”
“Join me and I can give you protection.”
“No, you queer ass motherfucker! I don’t want anything to do with you or your group of fags.”
“Ah ah, watch what you say. Those fags are the same one’s that put you in that cast.” Timo’s lazy smile didn’t waver. “Besides you’re one yourself. We could have another go, if you’re interested.”
Anis mimed gagging, disturbed to find that that wasn’t his natural reaction to the man’s words.
“Have sex with you? I’d rather die,” he spat.
“You liked it, don’t deny it.”
“I told you, I don’t want anything to do with you fags.”
Timo smiled and plucked a photo from where Anis had pinned it between the wall and the frame of the bed. He twirled it between his fingers idly.
“I’m not stupid. This is no girl.”
Anis’s scowl deepened.
“So?”
“You like men,” Timo said simply, like it was an ice cream flavor. You like pistachio. I like mint chocolate chip. “And I deal in men. I can give you protection, sex, real food, whatever you like.”
“And what do you get out of it?”
Timo grinned lopsidedly.
“Sex.”
ØØØ
The catcalls alerted Juri to his ward’s coming presence. He suppressed the thrill coursing through his lower extremities and lowered his weights to the floor. Jan made an awkward scuttle over to him, trying to keep as much of himself a mystery from the far too interested inmates. Around Timo he could flaunt and flirt all he wanted but without the group, Jan was vulnerable. Juri hadn’t been guarding him long enough for the “blonde bombshell” to have any faith in him. The part of him that secretly hoped Timo had deliberately picked him for Jan’s guard was saddened and hurt by that. Juri would give Jan the world; protection was nothing compared to what Juri wanted to do for the blonde.
“I have a message from Timo,” Jan whispered. He glanced behind him, unsure and obviously frightened by the men openly ogling him. He knew it had less to do with his face then his ass. Prison was a scary place to be the hot girl next door.
Jan leaned up and tucked the note into the collar of Juri’s jumpsuit. Juri gulped. Jan was very close.
“Can’t you make them stop?” Jan whispered into Juri’s ear. His blue eyes were huge with fear.
“I can’t do much about it,” Juri whispered back. “If you were someone’s bitch, they would leave you alone but-” He shrugged.
“So tell them I’m your bitch,” Jan said, his voice hardly wavering.
They kissed. Juri let out an almost silent moan and tugged Jan closer, his cock stirring, his whole body singing with the glorious pleasure of Jan’s touch, his core aching from the satisfaction coursing inside him. Jan was his bitch.
The possessiveness roared in his mind. Juri slid his hand from Jan’s hip, running his finger down the crack of Jan’s sweet ass. Jan jumped just a little bit and Juri pressed their bodies together. He could feel every warm curve of Jan’s body. He had Jan’s mouth, he had his body. Juri cupped the globe of Jan’s butt cheek and squeezed, rolling his hand over the here soft and there firm flesh. Groans and curses sprang up from among the other inmates. Juri smiled triumphantly, though it only came out as a tiny grin, and deepened his stolen kiss. It felt so right to have this man in his arms, this beautiful, diminutive person who needed him for protection, who relied on him for safety and maybe, just maybe, love.
When he finally let him go, Juri didn’t expect Jan to look at him like that. For a second, his ward’s eyes were dazed, his cheeks flush with color, but then the moment was gone and Jan leaned up to whisper in his ear.
“They think I’m your bitch. That’s it,” Jan whispered coldly. He pulled back, his sapphire eyes as hard as the gems they resembled. “Don’t get any ideas. It’s not real.”
Juri felt his heart crack and shatter into a million pieces as Jan walked away. Every other inmate in that gym thought he was the luckiest guy in whole damn place and- he
Had
Nothing.
ØØØ
“He killed a lady. Raped her, then stabbed her thirty some times. Tied her up and left her to die.”
“Fucking lady killer. That’s cold shit.”
“I bet you he hates all women. If he had the chance, he’d go right out there and do it over again.”
“Don’t it scare you knowin’ you’s locked up wit the likes of him? He a murderer and a freak.”
Anis heard the words again and again. He still ate with Fler, the pale man maintaining an odd sort of respect for him. Anis personally thought Fler was faking it, that he had in with Sonnenschein. But didn’t he have in with Sonnenschein, too? People certainly thought so. It was why they whispered about him, asking Anis whether Timo had told him anything.
He hadn’t. There weren’t too many words that spread between them when they were together, Anis always quick to finish and get out. It was the only bright part of Anis’ day, leaving Timo. He had to keep it up, though. The benefits were clear, even if the sex was something Anis did not want to discuss.
He thought he had died and gone to hell the day Timo sent one of his men to bring him over. Anis felt sick, his mind dizzy, as he took his tray over to the crowd of too pretty men.
They watched him as he sat down. Timo was in the center on the other side of the round table, his men surrounding him like a fucking harem, Anis thought. The brunette, Jo, was the only one to smile but it was hardly reassuring as his lips were barely a centimeter from Timo’s left ear. He was all but curled around Sonnenschein, another, this one a blonde, copying him on their leader’s other side.
“Yeah?” Anis asked, attempting to imitate Sonnenschein’s perpetually bored tone.
“They say you raped a woman.” Sonnenschein shrugged and a couple of his men chuckled darkly, like it was a joke.
“I’ve done a lot of things,” he said, simply. “A whole lot of things. You’ll sit with us from now on, won’t you, Ferchichi?”
And so Anis lost another bit of his time in hell to Sonnenschein.
ØØØ
It was a Sunday that Anis first tried to start a conversation with Sonnenschein. There was a chapel that the inmates could go to but Anis never went. He could not stand the born-agains who were convinced they had been forgiven for their sins. They were as crazy as the serial killers and the murderers, convinced their God would change their lives for them. Anis wanted nothing of them.
Besides, Timo always had them meet in his cell during the chapel hours.
“Why’d you do it?” Anis asked. They had finished already and Anis had been banking on a few days of extra protection for giving him head. He wasn’t sure Sonnenschein had even washed beforehand but Anis was guessing he hadn’t. It didn’t much matter, Anis had lost all sense of humiliation in the last few weeks.
Timo smiled cooly. “You know, you’re the first person here to ask that.” He paused, folding his hands over his waist and staring at the underside of the top bunk.
“The woman? Was a fucking pedophile.
"She liked to look in on little girls in the neighborhood. She was real nice to them, lived right near the school where she’d give out toys and candy, tell them how cute they were, and that their mommies and daddies,” Timo’s face twisted as he spat the words. “Said it was okay if they watched TV at her house for a while.
"It went on for years and years till one day I heard my sister and Werner’s talking about her. They said they didn’t like the games she played with them or the way she sometimes touched them in places they didn’t want her to. Do I really need to explain what those places were?”
Anis shook his head, wishing the spinning in his head would stop just for a moment because he couldn’t understand what Timo was saying with it there. He wanted the other inmate to stop talking but at the same time it was fascinating in a sick way.
“I didn’t think so. Two days after I heard them talking, Werner and I killed her. They said it was a hate crime because she was a woman and that she hadn’t hurt anyone, she was just this friendly lady who never did anything to anyone and always wanted a little girl herself.
She wanted a little girl all right,” Timo said bitterly. “She wanted a little girl in her bed. The reports from parents started coming in after Werner and I were already here. No one listened. But she’s dead and we’re here and that’s that.”
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The next Sunday, Anis found himself once again at the entrance to Sonnenschein’s cell. He wasn’t there when Anis arrived, which happened every so often- the man did have other things to do- so Anis settled in to wait. Timo had a habit of being gentler and ending sooner when he was late, as though he felt some sort of guilt about being late. Anis didn’t really care about the reasoning, he just hoped Timo would forget and he could creep back to his own cell and his own bunk. Fler never wanted to talk when he came back, which left Anis with some time to think. That was always nice.
Unfortunately, someone other than Sonnenschein appeared soon after Anis got there. Werner, Sonnenschein’s right-hand man. Anis had never actually talked to him before but he had a reputation for being more insane than anyone else in their section of the prison. Talkative, too, which just added to the crazy.
“Hello,” Werner said, getting right up in Anis’ face. He was short, that much was incontestable, but he had an air about him that made him seem larger than life. It must be those eyes, they just radiated madness. “You want to know what I’m in here for?”
Not really, Anis thought.
“What?” he asked anyway.
“Aggravated assault, assault with a deadly weapon, accomplice to rape, accomplice to premeditated murder.” Werner grinned as he finished ticking the charges off on his fingers. “What’re you in for?”
“I stole a car. I heard you could’ve gotten out. Why’d you let them arrest you?”
Werner’s grin widened.
“Yeah, a lot of people ask that. I just told the cops I was guilty. The judge, too. People kept telling me to shut my mouth and I could keep my sentence down. Thing is,” he leaned in close and whispered: “I wanted to get caught. I did it. I killed the bitch, paid her back for the shit she did to my sister and all those other kids. It’s not just me as could’ve gotten off. Sonnenschein and I could’ve dipped out, left the bitch to die. Instead, we called the cops, told ‘em what we did. Timo could’ve gotten off ‘cept he didn’t want to neither.
"People don’t believe I did it. They say Timo stabbed her and Timo raped her. Well, someone had to tie her up, someone had to hold her down. They don’t tell you about it but that guy you see hanging round us? He was in it, too. Not a big part but it’s a violent crime what he did and he got sent here, too, a bit after us.” He laughed. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
“You don’t look the type,” Anis said slowly.
“’Cause I’m small, right? Don’t underestimate people around here. We’re all in here for something. Coupla people are like you, larceny and white collar shit, but this is a violent place. You’ve got people who’ve killed others, people who’ve raped others, people who’ve done shit you can’t even imagine. Everyone’s got a back story, everyone’s a threat.”
Anis nodded, unquestionably glad to sight Sonnenschein coming up the walkway. In and out, and then he’d be away from these fucking fags.
“Hi, Timo,” Werner said, waving to his master. Timo smiled at him.
“I have business to take care of, Janni.” Anis felt his stomach churn at the nickname. The man was fucking psycho and Timo talked to him like he was a little kid. “Run off, will ya?”
That grin appeared again and Werner laughed.
“Wouldn’t want to stay anyway,” he said before popping off.
“Charming, isn’t he?” Sonnenschein asked. “Let’s go inside.”
Anis closed his eyes and swore silently. He wouldn’t be getting a break today.