PRISON ATTACK I

Chandler grunted agitatedly in his sleep. A cold hard slap burned across his cheek, jolting him into consciousness. His eyes flew open in shock, but he couldn't see a thing. The prison was pitch black and dead silent. To his terror, Chandler felt someone's warm breath against his face. He blinked furiously, trying to adjust to the darkness. When he did, he saw his cellmate, Eric's face inches away from his. The man had a psychotic grin on his face.

Chandler tried to sit up, but couldn't because Eric was straddling him, putting his full body weight on Chandler's chest. Chandler tried to move his arms, but Eric had an iron grasp on Chandler's wrists, pinning his arms to his sides. Chandler opened his mouth to scream, but a third arm flew out of the darkness, seemingly from nowhere, cupping his mouth roughly. Chandler glanced around frantically, and saw his other cellmate, Lucas staring down at him menacingly.

Terrified and disoriented, Chandler thrashed around in bed, trying desperately to free himself from Eric's grasp. He shook his head violently, trying to shake off Lucas's hand, to scream for help. Lucas kept his hand firmly clamped down on Chandler's mouth, and with his free hand, he pressed a cold sharp object into the side of Chandler's neck, whispering fiercely.

"Don't fight us. One more sound out of you and I'll drive this into your neck. You'll be dead before the guards hear you scream." Chandler stopped thrashing around immediately, his body freezing still; tense with anxiety.

"Do you know what this is? It's a shard of glass from a broken coke bottle. I've been hiding it in between my mattress. It's my most prized possession, and I've been waiting a long time to have an excuse to use it," Lucas whispered menacingly.

Chandler felt Eric lean into him, breathing into his neck, "You're a f-ggot, aren't you, Chandler?" Chandler's heart raced at a million miles per second. Chandler shook his head vigorously.

"See, I beg to differ, Chandler. The other inmates tell me you're a f-g, and I agree. You have a certain… quality to you, I'm sure you've heard that before." Chandler had, from his friends, only back then it was in jest. Right now, in the cold quiet of his cell, it didn't seem so funny anymore.

"You're beautiful, Chandler. Smooth skin, such soft hair. And those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes." Eric ran the back of his hand across Chandler's cheek. Recoiling from Eric's touch, Chandler began thrashing violently in bed again. He tried to scream, but his voice was completely muffled by Lucas's hand.

"MMmmmmphhh Mmmmmphhh!"

"Shhh… don't fight us. Don't fight us, Chandler," Lucas cooed. Chandler continued to thrash. A heavy smack landed across his cheek, sending his head in a spin. He fell instantly silent and still with terror.

Lucas continued, "There's nothing I find more disgusting than a child killer. Word gets around, you know? Everyone in this joint knows you tried to off a little girl. And as a result, nobody gives a shit about you. You're the most hated of all criminals, second only to peadophiles, so believe me when I say this. Nobody is going to care, or even believe you if you report this," Lucas whispered fiercely.

"You are what I call, an easy mark… and a very beautiful one at that. Nobody likes a child-killer, and everyone thinks you're a f-g, especially since word's out that your dad's that Viva Las Gaygas trannie, which means no one will believe I initiated this... everyone would brush it off as consensual. Now, I think that if I concentrate hard enough, I can pretend I'm with a woman. What do you think, Chandler? God knows I've been waited long enough." Eric whispered, his voice laced with venomous mirth.

Chandler shook his head vigorously, tears streaming down his face. Hearing Eric's barely veiled threats sent dizzying waves of panic hurtling through Chandler's mind. He felt faint with terror. His heart was beating so wildly, he thought he might die of a heart attack. He could hardly breathe with Lucas smothering his mouth, and his nose backing up with snot.

"Crying, like a little bitch, are we?" Lucas sneered.

Suddenly, without warning, the cellmates tackled Chandler, dragging him out of bed by the hair. Chandler winced in pain. With Lucas's hand still clamped down on Chandler's mouth, the men forced Chandler into a position where he was lying stomach down on the bed, with his knees pressed against the cold cement floor. With both hands, Lucas pushed Chandler's face into the mattress, almost smothering him. Eric removed Chandler's pants, then his own.

As Eric forced himself into Chandler, Chandler screamed hysterically as blindingly white hot pain surged through him. He felt as though he were physically being torn in half, as if a fire had been lit inside of him. Lucas continued pushing Chandler's face into the mattress, absorbing all of his screams. Eric mercilessly bore into Chandler over and over again. Chandler prayed with every fibre of his soul, that this would kill him.

For the first time in his life, he wholeheartedly, no holds barred, literally wanted to die. The physical pain was no comparison to the incapacitating debasement and humiliation he felt. He prayed for the sweet release of death, until his physical and emotional torment was so incredible, his mind shut down completely, and he passed out cold on the prison floor.