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The sound of the headboard clattering up against the wall reminded me just how much I hated the son of a bitch. I hated him. Hate? Such a strong word to use when expressing your feelings towards someone. Rude, disrespectful, not to mention abusive. So why am I laying under him while he fucks me senseless? His beast-like grunts fill the room, amongst my whimpers of pain and pleasure. Our sweaty skin smacking against one another. I hated him. He leans in, placing his hands on either side of the headboard as he bucks his hips back and forth against me like some raging animal. My body feeling as if it were about to go into shock. His throbbing cock penetrates my sensitive cunt over and over. He traps me, forcing me to take every inch of him as he stares into my eyes. Those dark, demonic eyes. "Take it. All of it. Fuck!". He groans, bucking his hips in a violent manner. My body shuddering and bouncing under him. I stare up into his eyes, biting my lower lip as I endure every moment of his "hate-fuck". He leans down, shoving his tongue in between my lips. "God-dammit!". He grunts; soon afterwards he fills me up with his warm seed; his bucking coming to a steady stop as he pulls out before crawling out of the bed and into the bathroom. I tense my jaw, laying there as I watch him take a piss. The hate was still there. Boiling over. I knew where he kept his pistol. Top drawer, to my left. I hate him. My heart rate began to increase by the second. I crawl over toward the other side of the bed, reaching over and pulling out the pistol. Everything would soon become a blur the second I stepped out of the bed, pistol in hand. I walk towards the doorway, as he's flushing the toilet. He turns around, facing me. BAM! Once in the head. His blood splatters along me. BAM! Once in the neck. More blood. He collapses at me feet. Silence. Silence. No more abuse. No more. I hated him.




6 months later ....

"So, Kira ... walk me through your relationship with Tommy again." . Dr. Carlton Rivers sits at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he studies my face. "I told you already." I mumble in a whisper as I stare down into my lap. Dr. Rivers sighs, writing down more notes in his notebook. That's all he did. That's all he fucking did. Jotting down bullshit sentences. I sat there in silence, decked out in the orange jumpsuit I've been wearing for the past 6 months. " .. I want to help you, Kira. I really do. But .. you've got to meet me halfway here.". He continues on. " .. You've been here 6 months and barely said 10 words to me during these sessions.". He claims. More silence. I raise my head, fixing my eyes on him as I tense my jaw. My face blank of expression. Strands of my dark hair shielding parts of my face. "Do you have a daughter, Dr. Rivers?". My tone disturbling blank. He nods his head slowly, leaning back in his chair. "I do.". He responds. " ... Imagine her cunt being pummeled by a sadistic fuck who treats her like shit.". I comment; rage beginning to surface through my tone. Dr. Rivers simply nods, completely unphased by the disturbing comment as he motions for one of the correctional officers to come in. "That'll be all for today, Kira.". He promptly says as the CO guides me up by my forearm, guiding me out of the office.
Florida State Women's Correctional Facility is where I've been housed for the past 6 months. Guilty of 2nd degree murder. During my sentencing, the judge claimed to "go easy" on me and sentence me to 20 years. Fucking prick. The CO walks me back over to my cell, guiding me inside before slamming the bars shut. I sit on my cot, resting my back against the wall as I just stare at the wall in front of me. I replayed the events in my mind like clockwork. The fucking. The gunshots. The blood. He deserved each bullet. Motherfucker. I glance over, seeing a few cell mates pass by my cell, talking amongst themselves. I slide from my cot, walking toward the bars. I glance from one way to the other, making sure the coast was clear before walking over toward the corner of my cell where the toilet had been. I crotch down, grabbing a small piece of aluminum foil that'd been folded up. I glance around for a moment, holding the foil in my hand as I crotch down between the toilet and my cot. Instantly, I unwrap the foil, being greeted with the white power. My eyes glaze over with instant satisfaction as I lean my face in, sniffing up the powder though my nose. My nostrils were on fire. I lick my lips, wiping my nose instantly before going down for another dose. I snort up the powder. Instant satisfaction beginning to pour through my body as I feel the instant effects. I fold the foil back up before placing it back under the toilet. I smirk, biting my lower lip as I stand, leaning up against the wall as I find my way back to my cot, almost stumbling as I take a seat. Everything else became a blur. A satisfying blur.
"You sure nobody's gonna find about this? .. I don't want to lose my job over this.". CO Johnson expresses as he walks with two other correctional officers, who had been guiding me down the hall. The both of them chuckle. "Will you just stop fucking worrying, man. Look, nobody's gonna find out.". CO Williams says in a hushed tone. " .. Besides, this bitch is out of it. She's high as fuck.". CO Cooper chuckles as he grabs my chin, toying with me. Moments later they take me into a storage room. "..Hey, Johnson .. how about you keep watch out here. Somebody comes, just knock on the door". Williams explains. Johnson nods has he takes a look at me before walking back outside, shutting the door behind him. The sound of the door closing causes me to "snap out of it" .. somewhat, atleast. I glance around, seeing two big burly men stand in front of me as I lean up against a table. "W-what's going on?". I stammer out looking from one to the other. "W-What the fuck is this?". I call out again. I still felt the effects of my high as I lean up against the table. Cooper approaches me first, towering over me as he reaches down and grubs my crotch through my pants. I gasp, my body shuddering. "You know what the fuck is about to happen, Kira. Just fucking go with it ..". He murmers as he leans in, shoving his tongue in my mouth. I jolt back, biting his tongue in the process. "Ah, bitch!". He lashes out, slapping me hard enough, causing me to stumble against the table. "Fucking whore. Fucking cunt ..". He grunts with both anger and lust as he pulls my pants and panties down, picking up and and placing me on the table as he spreads my legs. "P-please .. don't!". I cry out as he unzips his pants. Williams stands in the background, watching everything unfold as he grabs his crotch.

Officer Johnson stands out in the hallway, keeping watch as he looks from one end of the hallway to the next. Around this time of night, it was pretty quiet. The only officers that were around were the night-watch officers and as of now the night-watch officers were in the supply closet raping me. Johnson had been considered the "new kid on the block"; only having been employed here as a correctional officer for alittle over 2 months. He'd still been learning the ropes. Though being apart of a gang-rape was not on his "to-do list". He stands there; not really knowing what to do. So instead, he does nothing ... but stand there and keep watch. Meanwhile, Officer Cooper bucks his hips violently against me; my legs wrapped around his waist as he pummels my pussy with no mercy; the table creaking loudly under us. He pants and groans aloud like a while animal in heat; beads of sweat forming along his forehead as he continues to rape me. By then, my body grew numb. My bountiful tits bouncing around violently. "F-fuuuuuuck.". Cooper groans aloud, grabbing ahold of my shoulders as he fucks me more and more violently; bruising my insides. "Fucking stupid bitch! Dirty cunt!". She snarls. Without warning, he cums; shooting his load all inside me. He doesn't stop; still fucking me all while shooting the last of his seed inside my womb. "God-dammit!". He grunts, reaching in and groping my tits before slapping them around. He pulls out, giving me pussy a vicious slap before zipping his pants back up. "Clean yourself up, bitch". He mutters as he adjusts his uniform, buttoning his pants back up. I whimper softly, my inner thighs quivering as I pull my panties back up, along with my orange pants. I button my orange top back up. Moments later, Johnson walks back in. Cooper nods his head, flashing Johnson a smirk before grabbing my forearm. "You missed a good ride, man.". He chuckles before forcing me out of the supply room, leading me back to my cell.