A/N: This chapter contains rape/non-con, so please skip this chapter if that is a sensitive topic for you!


The goosebumps on his arms were slight and negligible, and yet the smoke emanating into his mouth and lungs insinuates to have made up for the last bit of chill that Spring held onto. The wrinkles on his fingers resembled little flesh colored raisins that held the cigarette so delicately, with the same tenderness as if it were a butterfly resting for not but a moment on his appendage. The white butterfly tipped with brown was beautiful as it was poisonous. Mordecai cared for the thing, trusting it and attaching himself to it, all the while it was killing him. He was fully aware of it.

A single breeze caressed his flesh; it rustled the trees, making their branches dance in the late afternoon sky. He liked it outside. Nature was something so mundane and overlooked now, which resulted in Mordecai's ability to clear his mind with the sight of authentic colors and textures. The fence around where he was standing was pretty high, but for a little bit he could pretend that it wasn't there, and sometimes it worked.

He doesn't remember exactly when Don came, just that it was recent because the memory of their conversation was still pretty fresh in his mind. He hadn't been the same since that day. Seeing Rigby's older brother, who shared a lot of physical features with him, worsened the heartache. But these days, he understands what Rigby used to say about being numb. It's like he wasn't fully experiencing his emotions; he was touching the translucent surface but couldn't reach the raw feelings underneath. He hardly felt human.

With all the time that had passed, Mordecai was finally starting to forget the painful last couple of months. But Don's visit ensured that he remembered. The yearning for Rigby was back, as well as the anger that came with it. He was missing him again, and it all hurt the same.

The startling sound of the heavy metal door snaps him out of his thoughts; the latch on it gives way as it is opened, making him turn sharply toward it. The butterfly falls gracefully to the ground, but stays alive until it is stepped on, unbeknownst to the one it used to be held by. At the door is one of the guards, and he looks as if he knows he was interrupting something. He doesn't look familiar; he must be new.

"You need to come back inside now. There's more laundry." Mordecai instinctively puts his hand up to his lips to remove his cigarette, and then when he realizes it's not there, he mumbles an "alright" and walks past him. He suspects Taylor will be waiting for him, since he seems to pop up everywhere these days. He doesn't know how much more his bottom half can take, and frankly he's getting quite sick of all the undivided attention. He's even considered asking to be switched to helping out in the kitchen just to make an unexpected move, but it seems pointless. His sentence was almost up, he assumed.

His footsteps are light and cautious, senses alert. His perpetual walk down the halls feels like an eternity, but any second Taylor could catch him off guard and whisk him away for whatever sick endeavor he had that day. Mordecai was living in constant fear, and he never thought he'd ever want to stop getting laid; it had turned into something far worse than a casual hook up. When wrapped up in his presence, Mordecai felt so helpless and weak, like he had no other choice than to just take it - take it and be done. This definitely wasn't what he was expecting when he was first admitted. He knew that prison inmates tended to do sexual favors for each other and of course he was familiar with the "don't drop the soap" jokes, but there seemed to be a secret hierarchy that existed within the prisoners that you don't hear about. Everyday was the same, but routine didn't stop it from being a place of anxiety and ruthless behaviour.

As he entered the laundry room, Mordecai let out the breath he had been holding in for the duration of his travel. The therapeutic sound of the running washer and dryer aided in calming his nerves, and the other people in there didn't look up from their folding. It was all as it was supposed to be, and Mordecai allowed himself to relax. As he went across the room to grab the newest pile of dirty clothes, the person next to him nudged him in the arm. He looked up, and his heart sank. Taylor was leaning against the wall, nonchalantly like the asshole he was. He had something in his mouth, what looked to be a lollipop. Mordecai just grabbed the pile he originally was aiming for and walked over to a free washer. If Taylor wanted to see him, he was just going to have to wait.

"Mordecai," was heard from the other side. He kept his head down as he loaded the washing machine, as if he didn't hear his name being called. He wasn't a pet.

He was tense as he poured in the laundry detergent. He could tell Taylor was approaching him.

"What do you want?" he asked, finally looking him in the eyes. They were about the same height, but he was just a tad bit taller than Mordecai. Which annoyed him, since he was already over six foot.

Taylor took the lollipop out of his mouth and licked his lips, "You."

Mordecai started the washer, taking the rest of the dirty clothes in his arms. "I'm busy," was all he said in reply. He refused to give in to the sensual vibes Taylor gave off. He tried to walk past him, but Taylor moved his body in the same direction to block his attempt. He smirked, twirling the lollipop around with his fingers. He didn't even want to know where or how he got ahold of the candy.

"Mordecai." His voice was lower this time, sultry and suggestive. "I don't know why you're trying to get away from me." He was almost whispering at this point, capturing Mordecai in a trance. He didn't want this, he doesn't want this, but the way Taylor was looking at him made him feel like he wanted it. The taller knew it was working.

Taylor put the candy back in his mouth, then slowly slid it out past his wet lips, eyelids low as he maintained eye contact. A string of saliva stretched from it to his bottom lip as it was removed, before he flicked his tongue to eliminate it. Without hesitation, Taylor did the same to Mordecai. He placed the lollipop on his lips, then pushed it into his mouth. The artificial cherry flavor coated his tongue as the heat of the moment increased. As Taylor went to remove the lollipop, Mordecai instinctively put his hand over his, guiding the candy as it slid out. The taller was visibly aroused at the sight, opening up and allowing Mordecai to see his sexual vulnerability. He places his hand on the back of Mordecai's neck to embrace him in an intimate kiss, one with lingering lips and a loss of breath. The clothes in his arms were dropped when Taylor lost his last shred of self-control and roughly pulled him out of the laundry room.

Once safely tucked away in a hidden corner, Taylor got right to work. He wasted no time as he shoved Mordecai against the wall, sending a surge of pain to the back of his head. He was merciless, forcing his tongue down his throat and touching absolutely everywhere with his rough hands. The moment he grabbed Mordecai's crotch, making him call out in pain, was when he knew this was not what he wanted and he had to get out of there now. His hands shot up to Taylor's chest in order to push him off. And for a second he did, but Taylor surpassed him in strength and held him against the wall.

"Why are you resisting me?" he asked, his voice sickeningly sweet. Mordecai was trapped, pulse racing in fear. He mustered enough nerve to try and talk his way out.

"I don't wanna do this," he answered, breathily. A smirk was plastered on Taylor's face, like he was expecting this all to happen. He knows his power over him. With one hand still holding him back, he lifts the other to caress Mordecai's face.

"Shh, baby it's all good. Just relax," he murmured, moving his ginger yet poisonous touch from his cheek to his throat.

"No. Please.. stop." Mordecai tried once more to push him off, but he was again too weak. The shift from lust to anger was evident on Taylor's face; he tightens his fingers around Mordecai's throat, threatening to choke him.

"Might I remind you, you'd be suffering if it weren't for me. I keep you safe from the fucked up people here. I get your cigs and I know how this place works." His eyes were burning holes in his, laced with frustration.

"Now, I'm gonna fuck you. So stop being a fucking tease and take it."

Mordecai nodded, unable to verbally confirm due to the tears he was holding back and the sobs building up in his throat. Taylor was pleased with his answer, and loosened his grip. He planted a soft kiss just underneath Mordecai's jaw to bring back the intimate atmosphere, and Mordecai forced himself to relax. Taylor's words made it seem like he owed him, like Mordecai having sex with him was payment for all of his favors. In the next few seconds, his pants were down to his knees, and the penetration of a tender spot was almost overwhelming. It hurt him more than pleasured him, but he was latching onto Taylor anyway. His thrusts were sharp and elicited cries of pain from Mordecai. The sensation became too much, and Taylor allowed him to wrap his arms around his neck. He knew this wasn't right, and he knew this wasn't what he wanted, but he was so overcome with physical and emotional pain that he needed to be held. He squeezed his eyes shut, but a few tears managed to slip out and trail down his face.

They lasted for a few more minutes, before Taylor orgasmed and let out a huge breath. He pulled out and they dressed. Mordecai was silent, but he was slightly shaky. Taylor was now much more satisfied, and touched him affectionately on the arm.

"I'll see you later." And he was gone.

The disgusted feeling that enveloped Mordecai followed him to his cell. Walking was difficult, but he managed. Slowly, he sat down on his bed, closing his eyes and wishing he could at least cry some more. He hated himself for getting sucked into Taylor's sick world, and never before had he wanted to go home so badly. He wanted to throw up, but he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. He eventually gathered up the energy to lie down and turn on his side. He always knew prison would be a nightmare, but he never expected it to be in this way.


Mordecai had lost pretty much all track of time, except for 'tomorrow' and 'yesterday.' A couple of 'tommorrows' had gone by, and Mordecai was still trapped in his incessant hell. He can't help the thoughts that float back to a couple days ago, spiking anxiety in him. But Taylor wasn't currently around, and he was hanging onto every last bit of hope that it would stay that way, for the rest of the morning at most.

He was sitting with his cellmate, Austin, who was dishing out playing cards for another round of Go Fish. Austin knew about Taylor, but not enough to intervene. He also wasn't the kind of guy to stick his nose in places it didn't belong. Mordecai appreciated his company and his tendency to listen, and figures that he probably would be in an even worse state if it weren't for him. As soon as they picked up their cards, there were footsteps approaching the cell. It was a guard.

"Mordecai," he said, tossing him a pile of clothes and a pair of shoes.

"You're out."


A/N: Hey guys! Okay, wow I'm so sorry it's been this long since I've updated! I lost my creative flow for a bit, thanks to school being the death of me. But now that it's summer vacation, I'll have more time to actually write!

I have everything mapped out for the last chapters, and I know how this will end! :) There will be 13 chapters, so only two more after this one. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story, it truly means so much. Until next time (which is hopefully soon)! xx