Page 124 of I Will Break You
“It’s too thick for my mouth.”
I groan, my real cock pushing painfully against the buttons of my jumpsuit. These morning calls are my sweetest torture. I can’t get enough of my little Amethyst. She’s dark, dirty, and has the kind of depth to her personality most others lack. Most importantly, she embraces my insanity.
“Fuck yourself with the dildo,” I growl. “Put your phone on speaker, so I can hear.”
My ear fills with the wet sound of my dildo pounding in and out of her aroused cunt. The mattress springs groan with the force of her movements. I picture her laid out on the bed wearing one of her silk camisoles with her breasts exposed and the fabric gathered around her middle.
Her creamy thighs will be spread, exposing her full bush. The left side will be bleached blonde to match her hair, while the right will be black. The dildo will glisten with her juices, with moisture spilling down on the black sheets.
I can’t fucking believe she said yes.
“Sixty seconds.” Jynxson’s voice cuts through the image, making me want to tear out his throat.
Gritting my teeth, I ignore the cock-blocking bastard and focus on Amethyst. Time moves too quickly during phone sex,especially when there’s an asshole breathing down my neck. In a few minutes, Officer McMurphy will arrive with Bossanova, who will also need to use the blindspot.
“You have a count of ten to come.”
“Can I use my fingers?”
“No. One.”
Her breath hitches and she quickens her movements, filling my ear with the sound of chaos.
I continue counting, already knowing she’ll come before I reach eight. Sure enough, she’s crying out my name at six. By now, all the photos in my phone that I took of myself have been uploaded, and I’ve downloaded the video she shot of herself during yesterday’s phone sex.
Jynxson appears in my periphery. He only does this when McMurphy gets too close.
“Good girl,” I murmur, wishing I had more time for aftercare. “We’ll speak again tomorrow.”
“Xero,” she blurts. “I set up a fundraiser for your funeral. We’ve already gotten enough money to buy a plot, and we’re looking for the perfect gravestone.”
My chest squeezes. I’m about to reply when Jynxson grabs my arm.
As I limp back to the cell, I ask Jynxson to mail Mom’s locket, so she can wear it to our wedding. Even if our association only lasts three blissful hours, I can’t wait for the day she becomes mine.
SIXTY-ONE
Bitch,
Does this picture refresh your memory?
I’ll soon have you screaming on my table if it doesn’t.
Either way, your time is up.
Me
SIXTY-TWO
EXECUTION DAY
XERO
The rest of the week is a blur of arrangements and not just for the wedding. If I had known communications from within Alderney State Penitentiary would be so tedious, I might have reconsidered allowing myself to get caught.
That’s the trouble with making plans. One small detail can throw everything off. Before you know it, you’re stuck in a maximum security prison with a one-way ticket to the electric chair.
On the plus side, Father won’t be able to resist coming to watch me fry. After all, I’ve stripped him of nearly everything he holds dear.