Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Terrible Trouble
Gabriel’s POV
The prisoner fell to the floor, helplessly nursing his wounds. Yet, no one cared.
I saw their eyes widen. All they cared about was staring at me—getting a closer look at me.
To this effect, the muscular one began to unbutton his jumpsuit while licking his lips and chuckling wickedly.
The rest behind him were the same. “Come!” each of them murmured, their voices low like mocking whispers.
“Let the president taste you first, then you can go around for the rest of us.”
Just then, I saw the muscular one pull out his penis. It was already hard, veins protruding from the top.
My heart pounded. It felt like the floor should open up and swallow me whole. My breathing quickened as I took backward steps until my back hit the metal door of the cell.
“You can’t run, pussy. Get over here. It’s been a while since we’ve had anyone to fuck,” the muscular one said. Then, suddenly, he grabbed me and shoved me against the wall.
“Yes!” The other prisoners in the cell began cheering him on like he was achieving a great victory, eager to share in his triumph.
“Please!” I pleaded, but my cries fell on deaf ears. They were determined to have me.
He turned me to face the wall, his muscular hands shoving me against it so I couldn’t move.
All my life, I had never dealt with people like this before. My arms and strength were feeble compared to his. No matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t break free.
He smacked me on the buttocks like I was some roadside hooker he had just picked up, and with that, he began unbuttoning my jumpsuit.
My eyes widened in horror. Beads of sweat covered my body instantly.
I was about to get raped, and there was nothing I could do about it?
“Please! Please!” I pleaded again.
“I’ll do anything you want. Just please don’t do this to me!” I added desperately.
At that moment, he paused.
“Did you hear him?!” He still had me pinned to the wall as he turned to the others.
“He said he’d do anything we want—except letting us fuck him!”
“But who told him there’s anything else to be done other than him being our pussy?!” He scoffed loudly, and the others burst into laughter.
“Hey, pussy!” He leaned into my ear.
“Every one of us has gone through this stage. You’re a prisoner now. Get used to getting fucked until the fuckers bring in some newbies!” he hissed before spinning me around to face him.
Then, he kissed my cheek and reached down, grabbing my shrunken penis.
“He’s so small down there!” he mocked, and the others roared with laughter.
He spun me around again, forcing me to face the wall. He was about to pull off my jumpsuit completely when a sudden voice echoed from the door of the cell.
“Back off, loser!”
The voice was firm and loud, carrying an air of confidence and authority.
The moment he heard it, he released his grip on me, raising both hands in surrender like he was being arrested.
The rest of the prisoners followed suit, each retreating to their bunks and facing away as if nothing had happened.
“I was just playing around, sir!” the muscular one said suddenly.
It was then that I turned toward the door and saw a jailer standing there. His hand hovered over his pistol in its holster, ready to shoot if necessary.
His eyes scanned the room, darting over each of us as if assessing whether any foolish move would be made after his warning.
“You! Are you alright?” he asked me suddenly.
I wanted to scream that I was not okay—that these prisoners had tried to rape me. But when I looked at them, their stares sent me a clear message.
From the experience I had picked up from movies, I knew that if I spoke out, I’d be putting myself in hot water.
I had just arrived here, and as miserable as things already were, I couldn’t afford to make enemies who would be hunting me down.
“Yes… I’m o-okay, sir,” I stammered.
The jailer pressed his eyes on me, scrutinizing me as if he knew I was lying.
“Come out!” he ordered.
His tone made it clear that he wasn’t fooled. He knew I had only said that to protect myself.
With his command, I quickly swung my jumpsuit over my shoulder and buttoned it up. Then, like a terrified rat, I briskly walked out of the cell.
The jailer locked the cell behind me. “Follow me,” he instructed as he immediately cuffed my wrists and ankles.
I followed behind him briskly, fast, as if he were my only protection and I couldn’t afford to lose him.
He led me through dark corridors, past the most horrifying parts of the prison—the mess hall where the prisoners ate, the recreational areas where they played. Everything looked unkempt, as though the prisoners here were no longer considered human but animals.
“Sir!” The jailer saluted as we entered an office where a man sat behind a desk.
Out of everywhere I had seen in this prison, this was the only place that looked neat and modest.
The officer seated behind the desk was the highest-ranking jailer in this prison.
“He was almost raped when I found him, sir. Shall I move him to a solitary cell?” the jailer asked.