Chapter 116 Cell Block Whore Ch3

• She doesn’t know how he gets the keys. Or maybe she does — maybe it’s always been his block, his keys, his rules. The other guards look the other way. The inmates know better than to open their mouths — at least to him.
• Tonight, she doesn’t sneak to him. He comes for her.
• Lights-out hums through the concrete halls, the cellblock heavy with stale air and muffled snoring. She’s already half-asleep when her cell door grates open — the sound of steel on steel that makes her snap up, heartbeat thundering.