Page 16 of Echoes From Within

“Well, well,” a guard says. “It looks like someone has a bit of a hero complex. You can’t save her, idiot. You couldn’t even save yourself.”

“You will not lay a hand on her head,” Travis says, his voice steady as steel. He almost sounds bored.

“No, we won’t,” my guard says. “Although, the little bitch is do for a good beating. However, she will get hers in do time when she spends the night in cellblock X. You, however, will come with me.”

“What you’re asking me to do to this woman is disgusting,” Travis tells them.

“We’re not asking you to do a thing. You don’t have a choice. Come on, Seven. Up on your cot.”

I place my hand on his back before dropping his coat to the floor.

“It’ll be alright, mister,” I say, purposefully not using his name.

Travis reaches out and wraps his hand around my wrist, ultimately halting me in my place.

“I’ll do it,” he tells the guards. “I’ll do what you want, but I will do it my way.”

“You will do it the way you’re told.”

“Actually,” the doctor interrupts from somewhere behind the guards. “Studies show that stress can lower a man's sperm count. The less stressed he is, the more potent his sample.”

“Then why don’t we just continue using willing men?” my guard asks. “Free pussy doesn’t stress them out.”

“No, but those men usually have bad genes,” the doc explains. “These men are chosen by the Boss’s men. They’re handpicked because of their genes. This male’s offspring will sell for a large sum of money.”

I can feel the tension rising in Travis but I don’t dare move.

“Fine,” the guard says. “What do you want? I will talk to the boss and see what he says.”

“Privacy,” Travis tells them. “A room with a door, and no fucking cameras or listening devices.”

“I’ll talk to the Boss and see what can be arranged. It will take time. Take them back to their cells.”

“Seven, now.”

I tug my arm willing Travis to let go. He doesn’t want to at first, but he eventually sighs and releases me.

“Get dressed,” he orders me. I want to balk at his bossiness, but I also want desperately to get dressed myself. So, I grab my gown and slide it over my head.

When I get on the cot, my guard restrains me.

“Is that necessary?” Travis asks. “She’s a small thing with three massive bodyguards. What could she possibly do?”

“This little waif is a bitch who can’t keep her hands to herself,” my guard says.

I look over at Travis and wink. Sure, I’m still scared shitless, but for some unknown reason, I feel a fresh breath of air.

And his name is Travis.

“To Cellblock X we go,” my guard sings.

“I need to check her over first,” the doctor retorts.

“When I get out of here, I swear on everything that I am, you will both die a slow and painful death,” I promise.

“We know,” the doctor says.

I’m sure they do. I tell them often. And I mean every single word.