Chapter 37: Trevor's Time
The inmate backed away into a corner in his cell, his pants down to his knees and blood leaking from his rectum. His eyes were wide with hear, his mouth trembling as he looked up "P…p…..please no more!" He shouted. Trevor walked toward him, his pants to his ankles. He looked down and smiled, his deranged crazy face scared the smaller weaker inmate. "Well now, we're just getting started. We're gonna havr some fun!" Trevor said enthusiastically. The inmate grabbed the blanket off his bunk and curled up, covering himself from his insane cellnate. Trevor lifted his shirt up, he pulled out a shank he made and crouched down. He pulled the blanket off the inmate and stood up "You're gonna act like a bitch, I'll turn you into one!" Trevor shouted. The inmate screamed at the torture Trevor put him through, two guards ran to the cell to see what was going on. They noticed the blood running across the floor, they looked and saw Trevor he stood up and turned around, he held a shank in his right hand and the inmate's penis and testicles in his left hand. One of the guards started puking, the other started praying, they ran away from the cell in fear. They didn't call for backup, instead they called the infirmary and the janitor.
Inside the Florida State Penitentiary, Trevor didn't take long to establish a reputation. His first day he beat up the toughest inmate in the yard, along with his lackey. When the guards tried to stop it Trevor beat up three guards, breakings ones nose, the other's jaw, and the third's ribs. He had a job in the machine shop, but was put on laundry after he made a shank that he used to castrate his cellmate. Trevor made a dollar a day working in the laundry, but found a side hustle. He met a smuggler named Shawn White, he made a deal: Shawn would smuggle the contraband, and Trevor would move it. The whole prison knew Trevor was the man to see for: cigarettes, drugs, weapons, booze, etc. He and Shawn made a good living and reputation selling contraband, Trevor was so feared in the prison even the giards stayed out of his way. Trevor had anything he wanted and was treated like royalty, the gangs paid him a tribute as well as the guards. The only one who wasn't scared of Trevor was the warden, in his eyes he's seen it all before.
The warden was sitting in his chair looking at the door, he heard a knock on the door and he leaned forward. "Come in." He said. A guard walked in the door followed by Trevor who's hands were handcuffed and his feet shackled, a chain was connected between the cuffs and shackles they clanged as Trevor walked. The guard looked at the warden "Phillips is here, just as you ordered sir." He told the warden. The warden nodded and leaned back in his chair, Trevor sat in the seat across from him. He looked at the warden with a deranged look in his eyes. The warden made an angry expression, he looked at Trevor "Wipe that crazy look off your face Phillips, you don't scare me!" He yelled at Trevor. The warden stood up and walked to the window, he looked out into the yard where he observed the scene. A black inmate laid face down in a pool of blood, guards were surrounding him. The warden looked back at Trevor and walked to the desk. He slammed his hands on the desk right in Trevor's face and leaned down, he got in Trevor's face and looked him in the eye "This is the 8th murder you've committed since you've been locked up here, that's a lot to do in four years. And the fact you keep getting by with it astonishes me, no guards, no witnesses, it's like they refuse to talk." The warden told Trevor.
Trevor leaned back in his chair "That's the benefits of being king." He replied. The warden flew mad, he punched Trevor in the face several times. He pushed Trevor on the floor and startex kicking him in the ribs, the warden bent down and grabbed Trevor by the hair "I'm the king!" He shouted in Trevor's face. He slammed Trevor's face hard on the tile floor, he walked away from Trevor and sat in his seat. He opened Trevor's file and looked at it "You've got an impressive history, three counts armed robbery, four counts murder, did a stretch in two prisons and an insane asylum." He told Trevor. He closed the file as Trevor got to his feet, Trevor looked at the warden with an angry expression. The warden stood up and walked over to Trevor "You're up for parole in a week, I'm gonna make sure you get it. I don't care who you kill on the outside, as long as nobody else in MY prison adds to the body count." He told Trevor. Trevor smiled at the warden's words, he looked at the warden "Oh I'll be seeing you when I'm free princess." He told the warden. The warden sat back in his chair, he lit a cigar and looked back at Trevor "Get the fuck outta here." He told Trevor. Trevor walked to the door and opened it, he walked out of the room leaving the warden's office.