Prison Paedophile Problems
Chapter 8
Manic lay in his bunk, on what was supposed to be his side of the cell, but there wasn't really much point in arguing with Black. He only knew it would cause more pain and suffering for himself. Black was snoring away in his dreams, which was the reason why Manic couldn't sleep, after some time Black stopped his snoring. Only Manic didn't realise that he was awake, he thought he was still asleep. Well, that was until he felt Black's bare hands place themselves on his chest, under the few thin sheets that covered him. Manic froze. Not daring to move, speak or even breathe at that point.
"What's up with ya?" Black's cold, sinister voice slipped into his ears. "You let Shadow touch you. Why not me?" he pinched Manic's nipples.
Manic squeaked.
Black ran his fingers through Manic's spiked dreadlocks. "Are you going to answer my question?" he seemed to be getting annoyed.
Manic still didn't say anything; he lay there, silently, crying. He felt Black's warmth move away from him, he thought Black was retreating back to his own bunk, only he wasn't.
Before Manic knew what was happening, Black had grabbed his hair and pulled him out of his bunk and thrown him on the ground. He grabbed him by his collar and pinned him to the floor.
"You're a fucking piece of shit!" Black screamed at the poor kid. "I told you not to tell anyone! Didn't I? Do you want me to beat the fucking piss out of you? And don't even think about fucking crying, you bloody wanker!" Black slapped him in the face. Manic was already crying though. Black grabbed his scruff and pulled him to his feet, only to punch him back to the floor again. Manic screamed so Black kicked him. Manic continued to cry on the floor, before Black pulled him back to his feet and started smacking him around again. Next he tackled him to the ground with barely any effort. Manic cried out in pain as his back hit the hard ground, then as Black crashed down on top of him. Manic felt Black grab his vest's collar and pull his upper body away from the ground. He then received a good smack around the face, which hurt like hell before Black let him go. Manic crawled over to a corner of the cell. His face was all bloodied up and there were tear streaks down his face.
Black approached him once more that night and grabbed his neck, almost strangling him. It turned out that Shadow had told a patrol officer and a prison in-mate who was a mate of Black's had eavesdropped on them and told Black, so Manic was getting smacked for it. "You get your little butt boy in on me again like that and I will kill you!" he slammed Manic's head against the wall, spat in his face then went back to his own bunk.
After Manic heard his loud snores again, he picked himself up wiped his face as best he could and went back to his bunk. Wincing in pain. And found that he couldn't sleep.