Excerpts From A Prisoners Diary: Release Day

October 2015***?Well, the lady called,? Dolan said, standing in front of my cell door with this contented, self-satisfied grin on his face, ?not really a huge surprise under the circumstances.??What did you tell her ???Oh, the truth. You wouldn?t want us to lie to her would you Christopher. She was given the details of what she will be expected to do for us, and what would happen to you if she refused. We told her that you have already done, that you have sucked a man?s cock, and that if she didn?t comply then soon you would be put to work as one of this prison's whores. Are you aware of the service that they provide ?? I was, or at least I had heard the rumours. Men who are taken down into the boiler room or into the shower block, there they are met by a gang of inmates, I?ll leave the rest to your imagination. Those who refuse are sometimes so badly beaten that they never return. Those who do bare the scars and disabilities for the rest of their lives.?What did she say ?? As I spoke, the words caught in my throat, and I clenched my fists in the vain hope of stemming the tears that were brimming on my eyelashes.?She isn?t stupid Christopher, of course, she agreed. I mean having seen your physical state how could she not. Over the years I have observed a certain pattern, and from güvenilir bahis what I have been told it appears your wife is no different. I have witnessed it so many times, it has no social barrier, from the lowest scrubber, to on one occasion a high court judge's wife. That was quite a spectacular transformation, Christopher, lady muck on her knees in the drawing-room, sucking on the cock of a black man. It seems to me that all the women go a little weak at the knees when they see what?s on offer. She may act coy at first, feel that she is above all the others and try to resist, but in the end, she will submit. I told you that she would move on, didn?t I? After this, she will never be the same.?I was numb and the part of my brain that registered relief for myself was crushed by the realisation of what it had cost. I could feel the eyes of every inmate on my wing judging me. They all knew the truth and what I had sacrificed to save my own skin, and the weeks that followed were as uncomfortable as any I had experienced there.I had no idea what might have happened to me if either Olivia had ignored the note, or hadn?t agreed to their demands, but I could imagine. I saw the fear in the eyes of so many here, their spirit broken both mentally and physically by the constant threat.******?You güvenilir bahis siteleri okay?? I ventured as she took her seat, really not knowing what her reaction would be. There was a part of me that expected her to slap my face, part of me that would have welcomed it, I for one couldn?t blame her. I had dozens of questions that I wanted to ask, but Olivia had other plans.?We?ve come to an agreement,? she began, and immediately I felt a sense of dread wash over me as I tried to work out what exactly that entailed.?Has ? have ???No.? She said shaking her head then looking into my eyes. ?No.??Livy.??I know. Everything is going to be fine Chris. But I don?t want you to know anything. The less you know the better for everyone. Trust me.?The weeks after that meeting were at best torturous. I understood the reasoning, or at least I think I did. Keeping me in the dark reduced the chances of being implicated if it all went wrong, but the silence and anticipation that accompanied it was unbearable. Every time I saw Dolan on the landing or one of his toadies, I tried to read their body language for clues. But as the days rolled into weeks there was nothing from anybody, no one was breaking ranks.******?Is she okay?? I asked in as measured a tone as I could. He didn?t iddaa siteleri reply. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the iPhone.?Here,? he grunted, handing the phone across to me, ?bet you bust a nut.? As he left, I quickly hid the phone under my pillow. Charlie was sick, he had a chest infection or something, and was at the local hospital, so I knew I would have a little privacy when I viewed whatever it was on the phone.After lights out, I buried myself under the covers to hide the glare from the screen. Written in the back casing was what a assumed to be the phone?s passcode, 7391. I typed it in then scrolled through the apps looking for where they would have installed whatever it was that they wanted me to see.On the second page was one titled simply, ?vault,? the icon was of a safe with a key inserted. I tapped it then entered the same code as the one I used to open the phone. Shazam.It contained one video in the top left-hand corner of the screen, I stared at the small square realising the significance of this moment, my hand visibly shaking as I tapped play.The picture showed a dimly lit bedroom, a large double bed in the middle with bedside tables and lamps on either side. The camera then became a little shaky as the phone moved quickly around the room, the person holding it in their hand was out of shot, but I could hear the rustle of the bed covers and the sound of a woman?s muffled voice. I held my breath and put the small speaker to my ear, adjusting the volume to as high as I dare.