chapter thirteen

word count: 572

having already spent enough time trying to dig up vic dimarco, stan made a bee line for the prison kitchen. he was in panic mode.. and need to “vent”.. jessica… he had to find jessica… as he stepped into the prep area, he looked over the paperwork he had in his hand,, his signal that she was to meet him in the pantry…

“oh, god no.. ” she thought to herself.. “i can’t do this.. not now” she exhaled with such force,, it felt as if her life force had left her body with the dispelled air….

she looked down,, into the huge vat of mashed potatoes she was reconstituting,, and noticeably slumped forward.. she wanted him to go away.. just disappear…

she looked up. it wasn’t working,, he was walking right for her.. he cut a quick left at the worktable before hers and headed to the pantry… what could she do.. no telling what he was capable of if she ignored him… she followed….

“what the fuck is up with you?? you decide you are too good for me now?? i get the feeling you are trying to blow me off..” stan was pacing,, he was frustrated,, he was in between the proverbial rock and a hard place with all of this,, and there was no way he was going to let her slip out of his grasp. not now..

“come here baby… this has been hard on both of us.. this is no time to pull away… that makes us connected doesn’t it?? we belong to each other now,, don’t we??” he said mockingly as he pulled her close.. she stared blankly at the floor,, her head against his chest,, listening to his heart beat wildly,, the loud unstructured clanging of a mad man…

he grabbed her by the chin,, and forced her to look at him.. he held her head there.. he bent down and kissed her,, he crushed her to him.. he ran his hand over her hair.. took a firm grasp of the back of it and held on.. he kissed her harder and deeper… wrapped his arm around her waist.. he picked her up and laid her on the cold sterile looking work table,, and loosened the drawstring on her scrub like uniform pants.. he eased his free hand in the back and with a round about motion slid them off and her naked back onto the cold steel surface…

she looked up at him with dead eyes… parted wordless lips…

he undid his service belt, unzipped his fly, freed his manhood and prepared to slam some life into those cold,, dead eyes.. he slid her to him.. just to the end of the table,, pushed her lifeless legs out of the way and …

“who’s yer daddy.. c’mon.. tell me… who’s yer…”

“well,, now.. i’ll be right here if you need me… ah stan.. you sly dog you…”

vic dimarco stood in the doorway,, his broad shouldered stance taking up the better part of the opening… he smiled,, gave a quick wink,, and disappeared outside the heavy metal door…

the very idea of vic looking on as he violated of this tiny, lifeless girl,, spurred stan into near instant fleshly culmination…

in less than a minute he had adjusted himself,, zipped,, buckled, and walked toward the door,, as he glanced back,, he saw jessica,, still lying lifelessly on the cold steel edge of the table…

“phffft.. ” he shook his head,, opened the door,, and disappeared….