Chapter Four

TWO WEEKS LATER

When it came to growing up with her brother, there were times when Mallory wanted to scream at him and tear him a new one, but that day, she received news that brought their relationship to an all-time low. She knew she wasn't meant to go to the Warden's office, but she didn't care. The Warden had gone too far, and she had to let him know. His receptionist, an overweight woman in her late thirties with brown hair, was behind her desk as Mallory approached the Warden's door.

"You can't go in there," the receptionist said.

Mallory ignored her and kicked the door open. The Warden looked behind him, startled, and so did Daphne. She was leaning over his desk with her ass exposed, and the Warden was rubbing it as per usual.

"Jesus!" the Warden exclaimed.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET YOUR WHORE OUT OF HERE!" Mallory yelled.

The Warden was angry as he stopped rubbing Daphne's ass, and he walked away from her. Daphne straightened herself up, pulled up her underwear and pants and walked out of the office as fast as possible.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE INTERRUPTING MY FUN TIME WITH MY FAVORITE BITCH?" the Warden yelled.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE FOR NOT GIVING ME THE PROMOTION I DESERVE?" Mallory yelled back. "I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR ASSISTANT WARDEN, REMEMBER, NOT SOME OTHER LACKEY THAT HAS NO IDEA WHAT IT TAKES TO DO THE JOB!"

The Warden sighed in embarrassed pity for his sister and began to calm down.

"I was never going to give you that promotion," the Warden said.

"WHY NOT?" Mallory yelled. "IS IT BECAUSE I'M YOUR SISTER?"

"No, it's because women aren't meant to be wardens," the Warden replied.

Of all the people who said that Mallory never thought her brother would be one of them. She thought he was more enlightened. But as that wasn't the case, she just wanted to kill him.

"YOU GODDAMN BASTARD!" Mallory yelled. "YOU GODDAMN COWARD!"

With the way the Warden and Mallory were yelling at each other, Daphne was relieved she was getting an afternoon off from being felt up.

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Later that same afternoon, Daphne was jogging around the prison exercise yard when a guard approached her with an envelope. The Guard was in his early twenties and had red hair.

"Daphne," the Guard said. "This came for you,"

The Guard handed her the envelope, and Daphne wasn't surprised it had already been opened. It was easy to assume that the Warden had read the letter first. But then she recognised the handwriting on the envelope as her mother's.

"Thanks," she said.

The Guard was about to walk away when something came to mind.

"Wait a second," Daphne said. "Where's Charlie? I thought he would be the one assigned to me,"

"He's been assigned to the night shift, so don't ask me why," the Guard replied. "I don't know why, and I don't give a shit,"

The Guard walked away, and Daphne took out the letter to read it. It was handwritten as her mother didn't believe in typed correspondence.

"Dear Daphne," the letter read. "I'm only writing to inform you that your father has died, and he wanted to express his final sentiments of you. He never believed you were innocent as you fraudulently claimed and that he's glad a sinful bitch like you is in jail, so you can't attend his funeral, which was a week ago. If you have any decency in you, you won't reply to this letter. You have brought enough shame to our family, especially prior to the night killed that lovely man, and the last thing we need is to hear from you. May you rot in Hell when your time comes, which I hope will be soon given you're eligible for the death penalty under California law,"

There had been plenty of times when Daphne had felt broken, but this was the worst. She had tried so hard to make things right with her parents for years, but now that she could never prove that she was innocent of the murder she didn't commit, she just collapsed on the ground and cried uncontrollably.

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As Charlie walked on Daphne's floor in the prison, he was amazed at how quiet it was. The Warden had arranged for the entire floor to be cleared out so Daphne wouldn't face any danger from any prisoners. He heard her crying behind her cell door as he walked by her cell. In the past, he would just ignore her crying because he had gotten used to it, but he couldn't ignore it that night. He looked at his phone and saw that it was a little after three in the morning, and he thought she would have been asleep. So, he walked up to her cell door and knocked on it lightly.

"Who is it?" Daphne asked through her tears.

"It's Charlie," he replied. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay. Can you come in?" she asked.

That wasn't a question he was expecting to hear, and he knew he had to approach the situation cautiously as he knew there were cameras everywhere in the prison.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Charlie said.

"Will you please come in?" she asked desperately. "I need you to hold me!"

"Why do you need me to hold you?"

"Because I'm so alone in here, and the only one that wants to touch me is the Warden, and I'm sick and tired of him touching me!"

Charlie sighed because he knew he couldn't give her what she wanted.

"I have to do what I'm told when it comes to the Warden," he said. "You know how much the Warden loves you,"

"The Warden doesn't love me," Daphne replied sharply. "If he did, he wouldn't call me his favorite bitch. He wouldn't humiliate me every chance he gets by the ways he touches me,"

"I know that," he said, pitying her.

"Will you please come in and just hold me?" she begged. "That's all I'm asking of you,"

Charlie didn't say anything momentarily, but he could hear her desperation and thought she deserved a break.

"Okay, I'll come in to hold you, but that's all," he replied.

He opened the door and saw Daphne sitting on her bed and looking at the floor. Charlie closed the door behind him, and he sat next to her on her right. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder, and she couldn't have felt more relieved.

"Thank you," she said.

Charlie made sure he didn't look at her directly and looked at the floor as well. Then he felt something he didn't expect: Daphne kissing his cheek. He looked at her, shocked.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I just wanted to thank you for holding me," Daphne replied.

"You're welcome, and don't do that again,"

Daphne knew he was serious but couldn't look away from him. Charlie couldn't look away from her either. She leaned forward quickly and kissed him. He wanted to pull away, but her lips felt so good on his that he had to kiss him back. For Daphne, it was the first kiss she had since Fred had been there for a conjugal visit. For Charlie, it was a kiss he had been thinking about for a long time, and he didn't want to go anywhere. But he knew he had to stop, so he broke the kiss.

"No, we can't do this," he said. "We both know what the Warden is capable of,"

Daphne knew that was true but couldn't help herself as she removed her shirt. Seeing Daphne in her bra made Charlie realise how beautiful she was, and he couldn't look away. She was grateful that he wasn't looking away, and she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. As she threw her bra on the floor, she couldn't believe how much she trusted Charlie since he had saved her life when she had her horrific nosebleed. Charlie was breathing heavily, and Daphne loved him for that, but there was something she needed to know.

"Do you have a condom in your wallet?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

She reached forward and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Then put it on," Daphne replied.

Daphne finished unbuttoning his shirt and exposed his chest. She kissed her chest slowly. Charlie loved how her kisses felt on him as he took out his wallet from his pants and took a condom out. He unfastened his belt and pulled down his fly. She loved the sounds those things made as he was undressing himself. Then they both stood up, and they finished undressing each other. Once they were both naked, Charlie placed the condom on, and Daphne lay on her back. Charlie couldn't believe how beautiful she was as she lay beneath him.

"Please," she said breathlessly.

Charlie climbed on top of her slowly and penetrated her.

"Uhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as it had been so long since she had been penetrated.

Charlie began to thrust, and Daphne couldn't have been happier. She started to thrust in time with him. Although they both listened carefully to anyone entering the floor, they were on and enjoyed how they felt about each other. They didn't know how long they had sex for, but they were both loving every second of it.

"Jeepers!" Daphne shouted as she climaxed.

"Oh God!" Charlie said as he climaxed.

They loved the sensation of their orgasm, but they still couldn't believe how much noise they had made. Charlie pulled himself out of Daphne and began to dress himself again. Daphne was disappointed by this site.

"Can't you stay with me for a while?" she asked.

"I would love to, but I need to make sure no one heard us," he replied.

Daphne sighed, frustrated as there was another fact on her mind.

"What difference does it make?" she asked. "There's a hidden camera in this room,"

"I know, but the Warden isn't known for looking at your footage at this time of the morning," he replied.

"So, maybe he won't see it?" she asked sceptically.

"Yeah,"

They both knew they were deluding themselves, but they needed to have some hope that they wouldn't be caught after the sex they just had.

"I'll make sure the Warden never sees this footage," Charlie said.

"How?" Daphne asked, surprised. "How can you possibly achieve that,"

"I'll talk to the people in the media center,"

Daphne couldn't see how that could be possible, but after the way he had pleasured her, she thought she would humor him.

"Okay," she said.

Charlie finished dressing himself while Daphne got off the bed and got back into her prison uniform. Then Charlie walked to Daphne and kissed her passionately. Daphne returned the kiss, but Charlie broke it.

"I'm really sorry for how I treated you when you arrived," he said. "And if it's worthwhile, I don't think you murdered that man,"

Daphne loved hearing that, but she couldn't help but wonder if Charlie was thinking with his dick.

"Why do you believe me?" she asked. "No one else does,"

"I believe you because I've gotten to know you," Charlie said.

Tears of happiness came to Daphne's eyes, and she hugged him tightly. Charlie returned the hug, but he had to break it.

"Listen, I have to go now, and we can't act like we had sex tonight," Charlie said.

"I know," she replied. "Take care of yourself,"

"You too,"

With nothing else to say to each other, Charlie opened the door slowly and looked around. He was relieved there was no one else on the floor with them. So, he walked out the door and closed the door behind him. Once he was gone, Daphne lay on her bed and legitimately smiled for the first time in months.

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The following day, Mallory arrived for work half an hour early as she was attracted to a man that worked in the media center. He was five years younger than her, but that didn't matter to her as she thought he was sexy. His name was Derek, and he had black hair and green eyes. He was sitting in front of the monitors as Mallory walked in.

"Good morning," she said. "Is there anything new to report?"

"If you mean like a death in the family, you bet I do," Derek replied.

Mallory thought that was the weirdest comment he could have made.

"What are you talking about?" she asked confused.

"One of the guards just signed his own death certificate," Derek replied. "See for yourself,"

He pressed play, and on the primary monitor, Mallory was shocked to see Charlie having passionate sex with Daphne.

"Jesus Christ!" Mallory exclaimed. "Have you shown this to the Warden yet? Or texted him about it?"

"I'm still trying to think of the right way to tell him so he doesn't come in here to yell at me," Derek admitted. "So far, I've got nothing,"

Mallory thought it was a shame that Charlie had screwed up in such a huge way, but she thought about how her brother had screwed her out of a well-deserved promotion another thought came to mind.

"You know what, Derek?" Mallory said. "Don't text the Warden. Don't tell him anything,"

Now, it was Derek's turn to be confused.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked quickly.

"I'm saying to Hell with the Warden," she explained. "Delete this footage. He doesn't have a right to know,"

"He doesn't have a right to know?" he asked surprised. "Daphne's his favorite bitch,"

"I'm well aware of that, but he doesn't deserve to know about it. So, delete this footage, and I'll pay you well for doing it,"

"What's your definition of well?"

Mallory sighed, annoyed.

"Just do it, or I'll have you thrown in solitary,"

Derek knew that was something Mallory could easily arrange, so he deleted the footage. Mallory was satisfied that the Warden was getting something he deserved behind his back. She hated Daphne, but she loved that Daphne was proving to be a means to a well-deserved end.