Prison Paedophile Problems
Chapter 4
Manic felt his blood run cold.
"I guess you'll be missing your boyfriend Shadow?"
Manic didn't move or reply, as he was too scared to.
Black sat down beside him and put his arm round him and leaned towards him as if he was about to kiss him.
"Don't worry, I'm better than Shadow,"
Manic pulled himself free from Black's grip and backed up against the wall on the opposite side of the cell. "What do you want with me?" he mumbled.
"Do I need a reason to talk with my new cell mate?" he smirked, as he approached him. He was a lot taller than Manic, who only reached his neck.
"I suppose not, but you're in my personal bubble," Manic said, putting his hands up over his face. He was hoping Black would back off, but he continued to talk to him.
"Can't you spare even a minute?"
"I need to go to bed, maybe we could talk tomorrow?"
Manic could hear Black moving away, he disappeared into a dark corner.
"I guess that's a yes then?" said Manic as he wandered over to his bunk.
"Silly Manic, I'm just taking precautions," Black was looking out of the bars of the cell, checking that no one could see them.
"What?" Manic asked, confused.
Black began to approach him again. He was smiling but it wasn't a warm-hearted smile, it was a frightening menacing smile. Manic began to get scared again as Black stepped closer to him.
"What do you want?" asked Manic, backing up against the wall again, as Black advanced towards him.
"We don't want any interruptions now do we?"
Manic whimpered against the wall.
"For example your new friend Knuckles,"
"I don't have time for this," said Manic, as he pushed Black aside and walked over to his bunk.
Black ignored what he said; no matter what Manic could have done back then, there would have been no avoiding what was to come.