Chapter 118 Cell Block Whore Ch5

• She thought she could handle it. Thought it was just trade — her knees for his silence, her cunt for her smokes and pills and pretty little secrets.
• But he’s not trading anymore. Tonight, he’s taking.
• It starts after last rounds. The block dead quiet — no guards lingering, no echoes but the soft hum of cheap lights. He finds her before she can crawl back to her bunk — a fist in her collar, his breath hot on her neck as he drags her down the shadowed hallway.