Prison Break The Horrifying Experience
Cristminich: Hey this is a Prison Break story. First time doing one so be easy will ya!
Rated: M for sexual content, bad Language...
Summary: Takes Place in Sona Prison in Panama. Michael suffers massive damage. Lincoln gets him out. Where to now?
Disclaimer: I Don't own Prison Break. I wish I did though. Can't hurt to dream.
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...The Horrifying Experience...
Sona, the most driest prison in Panama. Michael Scofield, aged 35, about 5'9" and dressed in a grey long sleeved shirt, and blue jeans. A mastermind full of plans, but now he is too worked up because of so much going on at one time. Night time rolls around and Michael sits on his bunk in his cell, alone.
Suddenly, uninvited, T-Bag comes in, sneaking around as usual. "What ya doin' Pretty?" He says sickingly from Michael's point of view. "It's really none of your business T-Bag..." Michael responds, Keeping his cool. T-Bag caresses his neck filled with lust. "Oh, I'll make it my business, Pretty." He says, making Michael's stomach turn. "Don't touch me, You Bastard!" Michael says with a bit of shakeyness to his words.
T-Bag smirks seducedly. "Gettin' a bit shakey, Pretty?" he questions licking his lips. T-Bag then slides his hand down to Michael's pants, going under the clothing, making Michael gasp. Michael starts shaking. "Stop touching me you Bastard!" he says shakeyly. T-Bag punches him in the mouth knocking him to the ground. "Dare to talk like that again?" he questioned.
The warden of the Sona Prison comes out of nowhere. " What seems to be the commotion?" he asks. T-Bag looks over. "Oh, I was teaching this snake a lesson, a hard lesson, boss." T-Bag tells him, truthfully. Michael picks himself up, but then the warden kicks him in the ribs, breaking a few. The warden looks to him. "Strip down Scofield, or more bones will be broken." he demands. Michael complies silently.
The Warden closes the curtains so no one could see what goes on. "On your hands and knees." he demands again. This time Michael does not comply. The warden looks Michael over. Then suddenly the warden punches him twice as hard as T-Bag, making blood come out of Michael's mouth. T-Bag steps up kicking the back of Michael's legs, making him fall directly to his knees, breaking them.
Michael bites his bottom lip to hold back the pain. The warden smirks. He then unzips his trousers revealing his erected cock, then immediatly slams into Michael, making him scream out. Michael digs his nails into the palm of his hands due to the pain he was being given. After 5 hours, the warden releases and yanks out of Michael, making him scream. Then 50 men (Not at one time) rapes Michael badly.
Lincoln Burrows, aged 37, 6'1" in height, and dressed in a white muscle shirt, and blue jeans. He was Michael's older brother and he came to talk with him. "Come on Michael, where are you, man?" he asks himself. He suddenly sees Bellick outside. "Hey Bellick! Do you know where Michael is right now?" he asks.
Bellick looks over and limps over. "I don't know, but I can find him for you." he says. Lincoln nods. "Alright, I'll be waiting." he tell him. Bellick goes inside to look for Michael. After a short while he finds him sitting in the corner of the cell trembling and covered in blood. "Oh man, what happened to you?" he asks him. No response. Bellick then helps Michael get his clothes back on and walk out to Lincoln. Michael looks up shaking. "Linc..." he says weakly.
Lincoln puts his hands on the gate. "What the hell happened to you, man?" he asks worriedly. Michael touches Lincoln's hands still shaking. Bellick looks to Lincoln. "He was shaken up when I found him." he tells him. Michael looks to Lincoln, scared to death. "Linc...get me the fuck out of her...I can't take much more of this...Please Linc..." he then gasps and whimpers feeling pains all over.
Lincoln takes Michael's hand the best he can. "Don't worry, I'll get you out." he says to him being truthful. Suddenly a women walks up. "No you won't." she says. Lincoln looks over. "Michael need to get the hell out of there!" he yells. The Women goes and then comes back. "Its been done, Scofield is free to go." she tells them.
Lincoln quickly goes to the front to wait for Michael. After a while Michael comes out limping horribly. Lincoln walks over to help Michael walk. "You okay Mike?" he asks worriedly. Michael says nothing still shaken up. Lincoln suddenly hears how Michael was breathing. Suddenly Michael starts coughing up blood. Lincoln gasps worriedly. "Michael, What's wrong!" he asks loudy.
Michael keeps coughing, wheezing for breath. "My...lungs...they have...been...punctured..." he says through the gasping. Lincoln pats Michael's back gently. "Did they beat the shit out of you too?" he asks. Michael slowly nods aching all over. Lincoln bends down. "Wrap your arms around my neck." he tells Michael. He slowly complies. Lincoln then lifts Michael's weight onto his back. Michael slowly falls asleep while Lincoln walked to the airport.
On the plane, Lincoln carefully watches Michael, knowinf he hurt horribly. Michael leans his head on Lincoln's shoulder trying to stop shaking, but can't. Lincoln looks to him. " Don't worry Michael we'll be home in no time." he assures him, giving Michael some hope back. Michael just nods feeling a little better than earlier but not much. The waitress comes by. "Do you need anything?" She asks the two. Lincoln looks over. "No we're fine...Thanks though." he says.
Michael looks to Lincoln. "Linc...my throat is dry." he says, breathing hard. Lincoln looks to him. "You want water or milk?" he asks. Michael coughs lightly. "Water, milk doesn't even sound good anymore." he sayd to the broad brother. Lincoln nods and gets Michael some water to get rid of the dryness in his throat.
(END)
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