I moved towards the bedroom and heard him moving. I threw a short look over my shoulder and noticed him right behind me following. He pushed me a litt...e aside and sat down on the bed waiting for me to free him.I sniffed a little as I freed him from the cuffs. I kind of got control over myself again. He still wrapped his arms around me and took me in his arms. Gently pressing me onto his body. It just felt good and safe that moment. I have never felt that safe before. Not even a gun could give. He felt sick at his stomach as he licked his own sperm up from the dirty cell floor, he gagged and choked down his own ball cream. “Good faggot!” James smirked. “That’s a good queer.” He laughed at the muscular bully. “Once you lick up that mess you made, we’re gonna head down to your cell and see all that commissary you offered me earlier. Maybe then, I’ll let you squat on the toilet like a bitch and empty out that faggot pussy.” James put on a pair of boxers. “Okay, bitch, let’s go. How can you look deeply into her eyes and tell her that you love her, when you’re fifteen miles away, and all you’ve got are one line text messages flying back and forth across the telephone network? You can’t! The ‘I love you’ carries as much emotional impact as: ‘pick up milk.’“My son plays video games all afternoon and evening. Trying to get him away from the game is impossible. He says that he’s doing things with friends, but he’s interacting within a fantasy world. He’s killing mythical. “Why?”“Someone drugged me.”As I fail to stop my eye twitching with recollected fury, I expect him to question me about it, or argue. He does neither; instead, he nods, raises one of those gloved hands in a way that reassures while also insisting I stay put, and goes back out of the room again.I just have time to regard the printer at the end of the room – it’s a heavy-duty commercial one rather than a domestic; squat, about a metre square – when he comes back in with a large can. It’s an energy.