Chapter Six

As the weeks went on, so did the sex, and they loved every second they were together. Daphne and Charlie couldn't have been happier with each other's company. But others didn't like it, especially Mallory. As Charlie was finishing a shift and about to walk out the door to the parking lot, Mallory followed Charlie a few steps behind him.

"You two need to be more careful," Mallory said.

Charlie had recognised Mallory's voice immediately and knew better than to look behind him as he walked towards his car.

"What do you mean we have to be more careful?" Charlie asked. "We've been nothing but careful,"

"Says the guy that's thinking with his dick," Mallory said with sarcastic frustration. "Are you kidding me?"

Charlie sighed, frustrated.

"Okay, then," he said. "What are we doing wrong?"

"When she's down in the mess hall for dinner, you stare at her," Mallory said. "You need to cut that out,"

"What else am I supposed to do?" he asked in bewilderment. "At that time of my shift, it's my duty to keep an eye on her,"

Mallory sighed, frustrated as she couldn't believe that he didn't know what he was doing wrong.

"Charlie, you're staring at her tits!" she said, annoyed. "Don't you think the Warden will notice you doing that?"

Charlie stopped dead as he thought that no one had noticed.

"I didn't mean to do that," he admitted.

"Then you need to think about whether she's worth it," she said. "If the sex is worth it,"

Charlie didn't say anything for a moment.

"Daphne is worth it," he said honestly. "Now, is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"No," Mallory said. "Just go home,"

With nothing else to say, Charlie walked to his car, got in and drove him. As Mallory watched him drive away, she wondered how long he would be working at the prison.

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Before Charlie went to bed, he arrogantly believed that Mallory had been wrong about him because he was positive he had covered his moves with Daphne. No one knew anything, and Mallory would keep her mouth shut about them. As he walked to Daphne's cell at three o'clock for their nightly sex, he didn't notice that he was walking with a spring in his step. As he walked towards his cell door, he was expecting to hear the usual silence from her cell until he reached her door, but on the other side, he heard something he wasn't expecting and didn't want to hear. Daphne was vomiting into her toilet, and there was no mistaking that sound.

"Oh, Jesus!" Daphne said. "Oh God!"

Charlie was about to say anything until he heard her vomit again.

"Jeepers!" she said, frustrated that she was so sick.

Charlie knocked on the door lightly.

"Daphne," he said. "Are you okay,"

Daphne vomited again, followed by coughing and spluttering.

"Charlie, I'm really sick," she managed to say. "I think I ate something bad at dinner,"

Another wave of nausea hit and Daphne vomited again. Charlie was selfishly repulsed on the other side of the door, but he wanted to go in because he was worried.

"Do you want me to come in?" he asked cautiously.

"God, no!" Daphne said immediately. "I really don't want you to come in and see me,"

Daphne vomited again before she could finish her last sentence.

"Like this," she managed to say to finish her sentiment. "We can't get together tonight. I'm really sorry,"

"It's okay," Charlie said. "I hope you get better soon,"

"Me too," she admitted.

Charlie walked away. As she listened to him walking away, she had a suspicion as to why she was so sick, and she hoped it was a case of food poisoning.

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Daphne didn't sleep for the rest of the night due to her continuous vomiting. She saw the night sky change to the silver grey of the magic hours, and then she saw the rise. As she looked in the mirror hours later, she had hoped to see a healthy version of her face, but she saw someone who was very pale instead and with lots of bags under her eyes, and that was with makeup on. Daphne walked around her cell but found walking difficult due to her sickness and falling over a few times. As she knew what day it was, she knew what was coming. A moment later, a Guard knocked on her door.

"Are you ready to come out?" the Guard asked.

"Yeah," she lied. "Coming,"

Daphne stood up from her bed and walked towards her door. The Guard opened it and wasn't impressed by her appearance.

"Jesus," the Guard said. "I thought you were given makeup to wear,"

"I am wearing makeup," Daphne replied.

The Guard was stunned by that statement and didn't believe it for one second.

"Are you wearing less today because you've run out?" he asked.

"No, I haven't run out," she replied, slightly offended. "I'm wearing the normal amount,"

"Then let's go,"

Daphne walked out and followed the Guard, but she felt sick after less than a minute and began walking all over the corridor instead of in a straight line, which didn't go unnoticed by the Guard.

"Jesus," he said. "What's going on with you?"

"I'm not feeling well," Daphne replied. "Can I go back to my cell?"

"No, you can't go back to your cell because you're going to see the Warden," he said. "So, pull yourself together,"

That was easier said than done for Daphne, but she followed the Guard until they reached the Warden's door. The Guard knocked on it.

"Who is it?" the Warden asked on the other side of the door.

"It's me," the Guard said. "I'm here with your favorite bitch,"

Daphne remembered the days when Charlie used to say that, and she was happy not to hear him say that anymore.

"Then come in," he said.

The Guard opened the door, and Daphne followed her in. Despite the office spinning a little, she was doing everything she could to appear normal.

"Daphne, it's great to see you," the Warden said to her before he turned his attention to the Guard. "Just wait outside,"

"Yes, sir," the Guard said.

The Guard walked out and closed the door behind him. Then the Warden looked at Daphne.

"Get into the position you know I love so much," he said.

Daphne sauntered to the desk and pulled down her pants and underwear. Then she leaned over the desk with her arms stretched out in front of her.

"My God, you look sexy today," the Warden said as he walked behind her and admired her ass.

Daphne didn't say a word as she burped a little. She felt the Warden rubbing both of her butt cheeks, and then she couldn't hold it in anymore. She vomited on his desk, and there was nothing she could do about it. The Warden was repulsed as he stopped rubbing her ass.

"Jesus Christ!" the Warden said. "What the Hell is wrong with you?"

Daphne couldn't answer him. All she could do was vomit again. Then she collapsed on the floor. The Warden walked to his door, opened it and looked towards his receptionist.

"Call the doctor to come up here," the Warden said. "Something's wrong with that bitch,"

Daphne wanted to say something to defend herself, but all she could do was vomit again.

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A cleaning crew had been assigned to the Warden's office after Daphne was taken to the infirmary. They had done a great job in getting rid of all of her vomit, but the stench of it still lingered, and that seriously annoyed the Warden. So much so that he emptied the prison yard so he could walk around it on his own. His cell phone rang, and to his relief, it was the Doctor.

"So, what's wrong with her?" the Warden asked immediately after answering his phone. "Was it something she ate?"

The Doctor was relieved he wasn't in the Warden's presence with the news that he had. She was stunned when he told Daphne the news and could barely speak. Considering what he assumed about her relationship with the Warden, he couldn't even imagine how the Warden would react.

"No, it wasn't something she ate," the Doctor said.

"Then what is it?" the Warden asked impatiently.

The Doctor didn't say anything for a moment.

"Unless you already are, maybe you should sit down," the Doctor said.

"I don't need to sit down!" the Warden replied, shouting. "Just tell me what's going on with that bitch!"

"Okay, I'll tell you exactly what's going on," the Doctor replied, trying to hold his composure. "Daphne is pregnant,"

If the circumstances had been right for the Warden, then the Warden would have been thrilled to hear such news. But the circumstances were far from right. Based on what he was just told, it could only mean that Daphne had sex with one of the guards. Guards he thought he could trust. Now he had to discover which one and take care of that Guard immediately. The Doctor cleared his throat.

"Are congratulations in order?" the Doctor asked cautiously.

"NO, THEY'RE FUCKING NOT!" the Warden yelled.

The Warden immediately hung up his cell phone and threw it at the yard wall. It broke on impact, but the Warden didn't care. All he cared about was a major betrayal that had taken place, and he had to take care of whoever was involved, as well as Daphne, a woman he thought he could trust.