“I earn them,” the bitch mumbles, shutting her eyes and shivering.
“Earns them how?” he prompts.
“Favors.”
Reaching into his pants, he slips out his cock. Compared to his hands and body, his member appears small, despite his erection. Grinning, he holds his shaft close to the bitch’s lips. She opens her mouth and takes him in, her cheeks caving inward as she sucks.
“If Reed wouldn’t mind, you could do… me some favors too,” Corbin continues. He fists the bitch’s hair and bobs her head back and forth. “It doesn’t have to be things for your cell. For instance, the bitch wanted a chance to even the score with you. Not an easy request… but not impossible. She’s been working up to this one for weeks, hasn’t she?”
The bitch moans, nodding slightly. I look away, trying to suppress a wave of nausea.
“Don’t worry, Quinn. If you want a little payback, we can make an arrangement too. It’s gonna cost a lot though. Reed’s a real dickwad about this shit.”
Fuck this.
I leap to my feet, running for the closet door. Getting it open with my hands cuffed behind me won’t be easy, but I am not waiting around for them to finish.
However, I don’t get far. Getting blown isn’t distracting enough for Corbin to forget he’s holding our leashes, and before I take two steps, my head jerks back and I lose my footing. In a second he’s standing over me, practically snarling.
“That was pretty stupid of you, college girl. Now get up.”
Pulling my hair, he forces me to stand, then shoves me against the wall. With a flick of his neck, he beckons the bitch toward us. She comes, then kneels.
“Finish what you started,” Corbin orders her. “Your friend isn’t going anywhere.”
He holds me by the neck, closing his grip enough that I have to fight for breath. His eyes light up every time I gasp, and before long he’s sighing with satisfaction.
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” he whispers, letting go of me to focus on the bitch.
My stomach spasms and I retch, tasting bile. I don’t think I’ll ever smell another cigarette without needing to puke.
Finally, Corbin groans one last time. He zips up his pants, but I don’t dare to look until I hear the clicking of handcuffs. The bitch rubs her wrists, her eyes fixed on me. Splashes of Corbin’s seed still coat her face, but she makes no move to wipe herself clean.
“You want me to open Quinn’s cuffs?” Corbin asks the bitch.
She shakes her head.
He chuckles. “All right then, she’s all yours. You’ve got five minutes. Make ‘em count.”
He gives me a wink, then slips out the door.
At first she doesn’t move, content to stare at me like a hunter that’s cornered her prey. She scares me more than any of the men at Walker, especially now that I know what she’s willing to do just to secure a few minutes with me alone. I’ve done my best to stay out of her way for the past month. I don’t even look in her direction, which isn’t easy when her prison cell is across from mine.
“Look,” I say, barely speaking louder than the thump of my heart. “I’m sorry about what happened when I first got here. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want you all to get punished because of me.”
She doesn’t say anything in response.
“I said I’m sorry, okay? If we’re going to survive this place, we need to work together.”
She takes a step closer but still says nothing. I start to fidget against my cuffs, desperate to break out, but it’s impossible.
“I know they’ve done horrible things to you and all the others, but if we join against them, come up with a plan, we can get out of here. We can make them pay.”
One more step, and she’s practically in my face.
“Please, I’m not your enemy. You don’t have to-”
I flinch as she raises a hand, but it’s just to place her finger to my lip.