It had been my fourth time in this juvie hall. I had walked in on one of those smash and grab robberies, honestly I was still trying to figure out what had happened.

I was locked out of the house until I got a new jug of milk to replace the one that was destroyed when I had slipped earlier that morning while making a late breakfast. I was thrown out on my ass with some money thrown at me and was told that I wasn't allowed back in until I replaced the jug. Needless to say I grumbled and complained the entire short walk to the store. I was just opening the door to the mini mart when a dark blur slammed into me, next thing I saw was a guy around my age in dark clothing scrambling to pick up the cartons of cigarettes, and a few bottles of liquor that hadn't shatter when they hit they hit the ground when he crashed into me. He shouted at me for tripping him up, then he was gone along with about 16 other people. I had barely blinked when the furious store owner grabbed me by the back of the shirt and pulled me into the shop, I know I shouted something about just being there to buy milk but he threw me into a closet and locked me in until the cops came while screaming at me that I was a thief.

When I called home to explain what had happened my father was the one who had picked up the call so needless to say, he wasn't buying my story about going to get milk and ending up in the flash mob. Hell, he even said I had planned this out and was just late to the raid. I know he might still be mad about me selling his toopes as pets but to think I'd join a flash mob?

Honestly the nerve.

When I walked down the long hallway something felt; off. It was a lot more quiet this time around, no hootings or cat calls or anyone to welcome me back. I used to be a freaking legend here people what the hell is going on?!

Officer Branson seemed to pick up on my mood and laughed, "things have definitely changed around here while you've been gone. My only advice is to be good and do as you're told." I didn't understand what he meant by that and when I asked he chuckled and said that "I would see". Whatever that was supposed to mean.

I didn't get to think very long about it when I was shoved into my usual cell. "Here's your new bitch! Hope you like him." I scowled back at Branson, what the hell did he mean by that?

I didn't bother thinking about it too much as I walked over to my bunk, on the top bunk I managed to get a good look at who Branson had been talking to. He was a thin guy, his skin was tanned and he had dark rings under his eyes. He was reading a book and relaxing on the top bunk seeming not to have noticed me yet. I threw my bag onto my bed and decided to introduced myself.

"Hey, my name is Duncan. Accused of theft this time." The guy on the top bunk finally looked away from his book with a raised brow. "Accused?" I scowled and rolled my eyes "yeah, got sweep up in a flash smash and grab, all I did was open the door" He just chuckled at that and smiled at me. "Well, sucks to be you then. I'm Malcolm, though most just call me Mal." He reached down to shake my hand, a gesture which I returned.

I still didn't know what was going on around here, everything was almost too quiet and it was starting to make me uneasy. I plopped down on my bed with the familiar squealing of old mattress springs, huh. This bed felt better then some of the others I've slept on before, must have gotten one of the good ones this time.

A squeaking above me told me that my new roomie was getting down from his bunk, he landed close by then leaned over me with a grin that made me nervous, it wasn't so much the grin that creeped me out but his eyes, something dark and almost poisonous; I had never seen eyes like that before.

"Hey you mind backing off?" "Something you should know is that things have changed since you've last been here." I went to sit up to get him to back up but he shoved me down hard and kept me pinned to the mattress. "What the fuck man?!" "I run this place now, I choose where I sleep, I get the first choose of food and I get first dibs on who I fuck." He said it so matter of factly it made by head spin trying to process what he just said.

I still didn't fully understand what was happening, he had grabbed my by the arm tightly and ripped me off the bed. He had my pants around my ankles before I started to struggle now knowing what was about to happen, I kicked out at his legs hard trying to do any sort of damage to save myself.

It didn't help, he knew how to stand to minimise the amount of kicks he took if any had landed at all. He shoved in with all the force he had, for a second I thought he had ripped me in half, the pain was like nothing I had felt before. I'm pretty sure that everyone could hear the scream that tore out of me. He laughed a bit before he started to fuck me, the feeling of my own blood dripping down my legs and the fire in my ass was unbearable.

"I've been looking for a new bitch, my old bitches, eh." He rolled his eyes with a grunt "they never really suited my tastes, but you!" He gave a hard thrust that got another scream out of me "I really like the eyeliner by the way, very cute" his breath was hot in my ear as he thrusted in.

Even though the pain was intense I gritted my teeth, locked my jaw refusing to cry. Choking that down was almost as painful as getting fucked. You cry in juvie and you never live it down.

Never.

"I think I'm gonna make you my personal bitch, I like to have one at every hall I've been in. The pick here is ok but I knew there was something better if I just waited for it." I yelped as another sharp stabbing pain ripped up my spine, I can't get this fucker off me, he's just too strong; but that didn't mean I was just gonna lay down and just take it all without a fight.

I ground my jaw and hardened myself and looked over my shoulder into his eyes. "Fuck you" not eloquent or thought invoking but I feel like I got my point across.

Mal smirked with a with a slightly impressed look on his face. "Looks like my bitch has some fight to him now doesn't it? Well that's ok, I like a challenge."

Shit.

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The violent attack lasted for what seemed like forever but in reality was only about 15 minutes.

I layed bent over the bed with blood and cum dripping down my legs, Mal sat on the bed next to me tucking himself back into his pants "I'm gonna have Tom in here soon to clean out this cell. As much as the smell and the blood are turning me, I like to keep my cell neat and tidy. Rest up, I'm gonna go lift some weights then come back and take your sweet ass for another ride." He chuckled to himself and walked to the door "It's been a while since I broke in a virgin."

"Fuck you." My voice was shaky but I still managed to get the words out. Mal just laughed before shouting at the door to be let out.

I curled up on the mattress in a tight ball the best I could and tried to sleep, I doubt I'd be able too. The throbbing was horrible, the burning was intense and I could feel myself... leaking.

What in the hell did I do to deserve this? Was it the kids that my brothers and me gave seizures to with our Halloween stunt? They were fine afterwards. Was it the bikes we'd steal then smash against the walls? We had to rebuild them all but we did it. Was it for the Happy Nudes Year prank? It was so funny, why would I be punished for that? I mean sure that old lady freaked out but it's not like I killed her or something!

I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice the door opening or when Tom walked in, "oh Fuck! He got you good didn't he?" I about jumped off the bed, damn he scared me.

"What are you doing here Tom?" Tom was a big guy, pale yet thick. I've meet him before my second time coming to juvie, about kicked his teeth in when he grabbed my ass the first and only time. After that he learned to keep his distance from me if he wanted to keep his teeth.

Tom snorted with laughter when he looked me over. "He fucked you good didn't he? Could hear you screaming from my cell at the end of the hall. The boss must be good if he had you yelling like that" his sickly smile and roaming eyes were starting to make me sick.

Tom walked up nonshalontly and grabbed at my ass again, I couldn't fight him off this time as the attack earlier had me in too much pain to even move, much less drown the greasy bastard in the toilet like I did last time. "Hey get your nasty hands off of me dammit!" I had to push through the pain as best as I could and tried to push his probing hands away, he ripped away the blanket I had covered myself up with, that was my only shield and now with it gone the cool air washed over my heated skin.

"I've always wanted to do this you know, just couldn't pull it off with you always being so hostile, but now!" He thrusted in two fingers and gave them a hard twist. "You're a lot easier!" I screamed in absolute agony; but at that point the pain had me blacking out for a few seconds, when I came to I only saw a blur of color next to me and felt the offending fingers yanked out of me. My vision darkened around the edges a bit but I was still conscious enough to watch as Mal slammed Tom against the wall, kicked out his legs out from under him, grabbing ahold of his right arm pulling it taunt before he knee dropped on his shoulder, ripping it out of the socket with a sickening tearing pop. Tom wailed in pain clutching his mangled dislocated shoulder as Mal dragged him to the door and threw him out. "Hey! Take this piece of shit to the infirmary, and you" he pointed to someone outside of the door beyond my field of vision. "Clean up that mess. I'm taking my new bitch to another cell until you're done."

I winced at the tone of his voice and the deep scowl as he addressed the guys outside with a snarl. He turned to look at me, he looked pissed but I don't think much of it was aimed at me. He sighed and shook his head as he bend down and threw me my pants, "put them on and stand up." I tried my best to stand up but a horrible pain shot up my back and hips, I ground my teeth to keep from crying out anymore then I already had today, my throat was raw and sore from it all.

Standing up was a great effort that I somehow managed, this was nowhere near as difficult as trying to get my pants on but at the sound of people approaching I felt a sense of panic set in and a rush of adrenaline that helped me to get them up and buckled on in time as a smaller man rushed into the cell and started straightening things up. Mal looked at me and jerked his head to the door. I followed him at a much slower more laboured pace as he strided forward like he owned the place and from the looks he was getting from the others, he may as well have.

Lucky for for me that the cell he was taking me to was on the same floor. I don't think I could do stairs right now, well that's not fully true, I could fall down them just fine.

By the time we got to the new, cleaner but smaller cell my legs felt like wet clay threatening to buckle out from under me. Once we were in the doorway Mal wrapped an arm around my chest and dragged me to the bed and set me down rather gently and then sat down next to me.

"Sorry about that." His tone was even and difficult to gauge. "Excuse me?" My voice was thin and ready to give out soon. "I didn't make it clear that you're going to be my new juvie girlfriend. Usually when I'm done with my occasional fucks I'll toss my bitches out to the wolves, it's rare that I keep any of them around. You've grown on me" he turned to me with a smile that had a chill shoot up my spine. "You're going to be my girlfriend here, you don't speak to any of the other guys. You won't look at any other guys here. You will follow me when I go to the yard, the cafeteria, the showers, the only time your allowed to be on your own is when you use the restroom, I will allow that. In the morning you will give me a good morning kiss, if I'm horny you'll blow me. No biting either. If you bite then I'll break out your front teeth so it won't happen again. I also reserve the rights to your ass any time I please, it will take some time but you'll learn what I want from you but to be honest; I love the breaking process almost as much as I love breaking in a virgin. Your ass was good and tight too."

He laughed then grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me fiercely shoving his tongue into my mouth. The urge to bite his tongue off flared briefly but his warning echoed in the back of my mind 'I'll break out your front teeth so it won't happen again.' He pulled away from me with a string of saliva connecting us with a grin. "Good boy."

I felt bile rise in the back of my throat but I held it down. I have to do something, anything to keep some form of control. I gathered all my nerve and looked him right in the eye before asking with as much sarcasm as I dared, "You're the King around here right? Then what does that make me? Your Queen?" I rolled my eyes and prepared myself for the hit I expected to come but to my surprise he actually started laughing. "My Queen? Oh that's rich! I love it." He just keep laughing at that while I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Well it seems like he has a sense of humor at least.

As he keep musing about having a Queen I couldn't help but feel exhaustion starting to smother me like a blanket, I hurt in so many places right now and wanted nothing more then to try and sleep this off. Seeing me dozing off Mal decided to give me some peace and quiet and climbed up to the top bunk to relax and maybe take a nap.

I don't really care anymore, I'm going to bed now.