Chapter 11

"Guess they finally took Viper to a real prison. That's where he should have been all along." John joked as they sat in his apartment with his friends, Mike, Ron, and Phil. Julie and Vicky from the apartment above them joined them and Taylor guessed that Julie was Mike's girl but Vicky seemed to flirt with both Ron and Phil but she could not tell if she was actually with either of them. They were drinking beer, something that was recently available to them. Just something else the prison could get them to spend money on since it had a ridiculous high price and they made a big profit. Of course, John could afford anything he wanted.

John kept his arm around Taylor. She drank down the beverage that had a sour taste, but it relaxed her and for a moment she was able to forget where she was and pretended she was sitting around with a group of friends partying and listening to music as she imagined she would be if she was free and living in the real world.

Taylor was thankful she had taken up with John's group because it kept her from having to deal with her roommates except after curfew. Next to Randy, John and his friends were feared as a group. Individually they were nothing.

Every night before curfew John would lead her into his room. She had gotten used to his kiss and he never tried to force her to do more than she was ready to do. But she could tell he wanted more each time they would make out on his bed. Taylor could not understand why his kiss did not make her feel how Randy's had. Randy was dangerous. How could she be attracted to him? How could she be dreaming about him? He had attacked her and she knew he would have raped her if she had not found that metal pipe in the second's shelves that day. Had she become one of those victims that sympathized with her attacker?

Randy did return to work. No one knew where he had gone or why. Many rumors circulated over the next week when Randy left with Chyna twice more and did not return until after curfew. Some said he and Chyna were involved intimately. Some said he had connections on the outside and had manipulated Chyna to take him out of the community so he could meet with his gang members or take care of business he needed to tend to.

Alone on the abandoned dock, Randy kept his eyes on ground as he smoked. He looked sad. Despite the warnings she gave herself she laid her hand on his shoulder. He took her hand and moved it away.

"You know how dangerous that is. You might as well put your hand in a fire." He spoke softly in a depressed tone. He had come to realize the camp had turned him into a monster. Before his arrest he had never been cruel or dangerous. Now he did anyone. Not even himself.

Taylor lit another cigarette and looked away from him. "I never thought being locked up would change me. I think I'm ten times worse now than I was before."

Taylor did not know what he meant until he threw his cigarette to the ground and exhaled the smoke, staring at her. In a sudden movement he laid her back on the concrete and was on top of her. His lips only inches from hers, his eyes locked with hers. Randy seemed to want to show her what he meant. Did he crave the look of fear in another's eyes? Did he want everyone to fear him?

"Randy, get off me." She growled refusing to show him he terrified her. At first when the Viper would strike at her, she would be, but then she would force herself to stare into his eyes and she could see behind the rage and the cold hearted front he projected. There was something hidden deep in him. Something sweet and wonderful. Soft and sensual. She knew how she had to deal with him when he lashed out, knowing he just did not know how to express his true feelings. He had become scared to.

Taylor reached for the weapon had placed against the wall weeks before just in case Randy pounced on her. But his hands beat her to it. He had known it was hidden in the crack of the building all along. He snatched it from her hand and tossed it away. He held her arms above her head. How far would he go this time to prove his dominance?

"Why do you drive me so crazy?" His voice was soft, completely contradicting his actions. His larger hand easily grasped both her tiny hands, leaving him a free hand to trace her body, starting at her wrist and ending at her thigh. That hand was gentle as it moved under the uniform dress and touched bare skin while the other held her down firmly, causing a slight amount of pain in her wrists.

Randy pulled her legs around his waist and she felt how turned on he was. Her dress pushed up as his hand moved above her waist and more and more of her body was exposed.

"I'm not a rapist, Taylor." He told her, his eyes her body. "But I seem to lose control around you."

"Is that what you told the last girl?" She spat hatefully as he toyed with her belly ring and brought his lips to kiss the spot just above it. His touch made her tingle while making her body tense at the same time.

Randy groaned at her statement, but did not respond immediately. His hand moved further under her clothes and cupped her breast.

"She was my girlfriend." Randy informed her, releasing his grip on her wrist and taking her by the hips so he slid her further on the dock and position himself more comfortable. "That's what you want to know right? Who she was? Her name was Barbara. Everyone called her Barbie and boy she looked like a Barbie doll. She is the only girl I ever slept with." He whispered his confession to her. Then brought his lips to hers. Taylor accepted his kiss, even though she knew she was only feeding his desire to be with her. His kiss became intense instantly and he only stopped kissing her long enough to slip her uniform completely off her body.

"I don't remember wanting her as badly as I want you." He whispered in her ear and began to nibble her neck.

Taylor enjoyed his touch more than she should. Randy was practically forcing himself on her. But was he forcing himself when part of her wanted him to touch her? And Randy seemed to know she wanted him. As she lay on the cold cement, barely wearing enough to shield her from the chill in the autumn air, she felt her body go limp beneath him. She felt as if she was exactly where she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be his. He had only tried to claim what already belonged to him. In that moment Taylor truly believed that fate played a big part in her life and it had directed her to the man she was destined to be with.

Maybe not.

Taylor's hand shot out and delivered a hard slap across his face.

Randy had made his move; she felt his manliness touch her. He was ready to take her, but wasn't ready to let him. He coiled and slithered against the wall, holding his wound like reprimanded dog.

Taylor grabbed her uniform and slipped it over her body. She hurried into the building and up the ramp to her department.

"You're late coming back from break." John threw a towel down into a box. Taylor ran her fingers through her disheveled hair and tried to button the top of her dress, but the button had fallen off.

"So. Are you timing my smoke breaks now?" She spat sarcastically. She returned to her job as if her face was not flushed and her neck did not bare the marks of Randy's passion.

John saw the fresh red marks on Taylor's neck, but he did not interrogate her about them. Randy walked slowly up the ramp and John glared hatefully at him. He knew Randy was trying to steal her away, or take her away. It was all the same in the camp. Randy did not even have the decency to appear to be remorseful for making a move on John's girl. John was supposed to be his friend. John made up his mind right then. Randy really didn't give a damn about anyone. He was there not to make friends, but to do what was necessary to survive hell.

So, what do you think so far? Who is Taylor going to end up with?