The night had been cruel. Not only because there were constant groans in the halls, but also because David couldn't sleep due to nervousness. He kept thinking about James and the pact. About what would happen tonight. Whether he would really ambush Antonio. Whether it would make things better or just make things worse.

They said David should adapt. But how far should this adjustment go?

"You're kind of different today," Tucker said, shaving on the small sink in the cell before breakfast. "Something happened?"

David gritted his teeth softly, but one couldn't see his nervousness. "No, not really," he lied, rubbing his short, tousled hair.

It was obvious that Tucker didn't believe David, but he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he frowned and nodded as if he understood everything. "Say if you need any help."

David needed it. But he didn't want to pull Tucker in. His dear soul should find its peace wrapping box dye and not in a prison shower.

Antonio and his gang were not at breakfast. Like the day before. They were probably not all early risers. David walked down the aisles and stood again in front of the locks to block B and C. There were guards in front of it, but he didn't know whether one of them was Hank.

Then around noon at lunch he saw Antonio sitting at a table with his colleagues. Tucker was already going the other way with his tray of food when David nudged him.

"I'll sit with Antonio," he announced, nodding in his direction.

"What? Why?” Tucker asked shocked, looking panicked in the direction of the Latin American group. “Let it be! The guy just threw ketchup at you! At some point he will lose interest in you!”

Maybe Tucker was right. But he had little time to wait. What if Antonio changed his mind in the meantime and decided that he had to catch David and rape him somewhere? David was tall and well built, Antonio alone wouldn't have had a chance. But he had friends. David didn't have that. At least not in the multitude. Because James couldn't help him during the day. He was sitting at the other end of the prison.

"I just have to shoot the bolt on him, that's all," David said calmly, turning away. “Just sit somewhere else today. I'll be with you again tonight.”

Tucker certainly wanted to say something else to keep him from doing what he was going to do, but David was already halfway to his tormentor.

Shortly before he could reach the table, David probed the situation. There were some guards around them. Armed as always. One of them stared at him intently. It was the same guard that had kept him from biting Antonio's finger the previous day. He kept his eyes on David, but did not step in as he sat down at the table with Antonio.

"Look, who do we have here?" one of the gang guys asked, grinning maliciously. "Your toy is there, boss."

Oh, how classic. Boss.

"Hello Princess. Did you change your mind?” Antonio greeted him warmly, gesturing with a hand that the man should get up next to David so that he himself could sit next to David. His short, dirty fingers were back in David's lap in an instant.

"Maybe," David muttered, biting his lower lip. He had never beguiled or seduced a man before, but he simply copied James. Because he seemed to be a professional in turning other men's heads. So David cocked his head a little and tried to look through his eyelashes.

"Oh boy," Antonio sighed heartbreakingly, actually seeming to fall for the lie after just one word. "How do I get the honour?"

"I'm afraid of Candy," David admitted sadly. “I don't want to be found dead in my cell at some point just because Candy doesn't want me anymore. And since you promised to protect me if I did everything you said,” David whirred, putting his hand on Antonio's leg in disgust, "I want to hear what you have to say to me. "

The little man didn't react at first, almost froze when he saw David's hand on his leg, but quickly got around when the next table made a noise with their trays. "How nice," he breathed, biting his lip as he moved his hand into David's crotch. He squeezed his member again and David had to pull himself together tremendously not to knock out all his teeth. “How about afterwards in the kitchen? When all employees are gone. I can give us some space. Then we'll discuss everything.”

Yes, it would have been far too easy if David could have made the suggestion where to meet.

"Why not in the shower tonight?" David proposed an alternative in a sweet voice. “I've been showering there for the past two days. You remember. After your ketchup attack.”

Antonio just grinned broadly and ran his tongue over his lips.

“Nobody was there. We would be alone and you can take a closer look at me.”

The last sentence immediately convinced Antonio, because he nodded eagerly. "Good idea, princess." He came a little closer and put his other hand on David's lower back. His mouth was so close to David's ear that he could hear every smacking sound. “I'll fuck you so hard that you'll have to stay in bed for the next few days. And then I'll fuck you again. And again, and again."

David's lid started to twitch. "Sounds wonderful."

"Good ..." Antonio grumbled, licking David's ear. David instinctively jerked away and could have slapped himself in the face immediately. But his tormentor didn’t suspect anything.

"Then at 8pm?" David suggested again, trying to steer things in the direction of the plan. "Let's meet right in front of the showers."

"Where'd my manners be, princess," laughed Antonio, reaching for David's crotch one last time. “I'll pick you up, of course. And then we go to the showers together. This is how we make sure that absolutely nobody is there.”

That made David swallow. The feeling that he had just dug himself his own grave became stronger. What if James didn't show up?

Nevertheless, David nodded kindly and got up again. Maybe he'd prefer to eat at Tucker's table after all. To his surprise Antonio let him go. Only a disgusting smack in the air followed.

The guard, meanwhile, had taken his eyes off David and what was happening. Maybe he had just imagined the intense staring.

"What happened?" Tucker asked curiously, eating his rice like a threshing barn.

"I'll meet him tonight," David whispered softly enough that only Tucker could understand him. “Please don't tell anyone about it. But should I not be back in the cell after an hour, send a guard to find me, okay?”

Tucker's face went pale. "You are crazy."

"Do you promise me?"

His friend nodded. "Y-yes. Yes of course. Where’re you gonna meet?”

“At the showers. But I don't know if we'll stay there.”

Two men, sitting a little further away, turned to them curiously. David got a feeling they had overheard what was said. But even if - they wouldn't be able to do anything with the information. James would make sure that nobody was at the showers.

Tucker also ate David's portion out of nervousness. David, on the other hand, looked around the canteen several times. The guards had their eyes elsewhere, but not on David. Antonio's eyes rarely flitted to him, too.

He didn't really trust James, so he stuck a plastic knife in an unobserved moment. It was not very stable, but with enough strength and the right place, he could defend himself. A plastic knife can hurt a lot when put into an eyeball.

The advantage of being naked was that Antonio couldn't be armed. The downside was that David couldn't be armed either. So in the afternoon he went to the showers and hid the plastic knife in a niche between two compartments. He was sure that he was being watched, so he took a shower afterwards to disguise that he was actually up to something.

As the evening drew closer, David's haste increased. But for others he seemed very calm. Tucker's hands trembled even more so when they were sitting in the canteen at dinner.

"How can you be so calm?" Tucker asked, rubbing his hands several times as he examined his fish. He was probably not a fish fan. “What are you going to do? Do you want him ... you don't really want to do anything with him, do you? Like ... sexual?”

"Of course not," David whispered, eating a bite of his fish. It was dry and tasteless. The food in jail was actually not good. But in which canteen it was. "I'm just going to trouble him a little so he'll leave us alone."

"Don't make it worse," Tucker pleaded, leaning over to David. “If they catch you, you may be transferred! And you don't want to go to block C because of that!”

Of course, his bed neighbour was not entirely wrong. But at least he would have James there. He'd take care of him, wouldn't he?

Maybe his trust in the actually unknown man was a little too high. His calm, if somewhat strange manner had convinced David that he was one of the normal guys. On the other hand: why was he in block C then? He must have done a lot to land there. David simply concluded that James probably only wanted to protect himself and that he was eventually caught, which resulted in a transfer. How high would be the probability that James was a mean and sneaky murderer who lured David into a trap?

David couldn't answer the question with 100%, so he ate his portion with a heavy feeling in his stomach. He had never made the best decisions in life, but this one should turn out to be a disaster.

At half past seven Antonio stood in front of his cell and knocked on the door as if he were a gentleman picking up his date for the evening. "Hello, princess," he greeted David, grinning at Tucker crookedly. “Your escort service is there.”

David wanted to throw up already.

"You're too early," he said, knowing that Antonio had planned it.

"I couldn't wait for you that long," he whispered, running his hand over David's chest. Antonio was the same size as James. He was half a head shorter than David. In any case, they both had one thing in common: they liked to touch David in intimate places. But James’s aura was a lot more pleasant than Antonio’s.

Tucker said nothing and just sat stunned at the small table. "W-where are you going, David?" He asked, probably aiming to let his inner actor out. He only partially succeeded.

"We're going to smoke another cigarette, Tucker," David lied, smiling wearily.

Instead of hinting that David wasn't smoking, Tucker just nodded and smiled back. "I see."

Antonio then grabbed David's wrist and pulled him out of the cell. As they walked silently down the corridor, David saw in the corner of his eye that two large men were following them. Guys from Antonio's group.

"So you want them to watch us?" David asked in a calm tone, trying to look ahead, even though Antonio's fingers were already touching and stroking his lower back.

"They'll take care of us, you know? I don't trust you yet. Neither do you trust me, I assume. But I assure you, they won't touch you. Unless you make them do it.”

David just nodded and let himself be pushed down the aisle. They were too early. And not alone. James would not be there yet. And even if: there were only two of them. But on Antonio’s side were three of them. Certainly, armed with some self-made shit.

When they reached the showers, David felt his heart beat faster in his chest. Not a security guard in sight. No person. Nowhere. Only he, Antonio and Antonio's bodyguards.

"You're waiting here," their boss said, pointing to the entrance to the shower. "I'll go and clarify everything with Princess and call you if I need you."

David felt his knees slowly shake. He had dug his own grave. No way out. Even if he beat the living daylights out of Antonio, the two closet-like men would be on his own neck in less than two seconds and break his spine.

The shower was empty. No water splashed. No black bathrobe hung there. David tried to catch in the corner of his eye if his plastic knife was still in the niche. But he passed it too quickly.

"Take off your clothes, princess. But slowly,” Antonio grinned, leaning against a wall while David was standing in the middle of the shower room.

David struggled with whether to undress or beat Antonio. But since his options were still very limited, he had no choice but to waste an enormous amount of time so that James could be there in half an hour to help him.

So while he was undressing, he remembered that James probably wouldn't even get in the shower anymore.

"Shit," he whispered to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head. After the pants were on the floor, Antonio indicated that he should bring the clothes to the other side of the room. David did as he was asked to do. Just as he turned his back on Antonio, he felt his weight on him throwing him on the floor. Antonio seemed small but heavy.

Hot breath spread across David's ear. Nimble fingers found their way under his underpants and tugged on them. “Did you think I was from yesterday? You want to meet here alone? Then do what, huh? Stab me with a fucking plastic knife?”

David swore and tried to shake Antonio off, but he kept him down.

"We found this one," he whispered, showing David the plastic knife, he had hidden. “You are pathetic, princess! Now shut up so I can fuck you!”

His stiff penis was already pressing through David's underpants between his cheeks. "Fuck you!" David growled, still trying to crawl away.

"Oh, I'm fucking you!" Antonio laughed manically, pulling David's underpants so hard that they tore. The piece of cloth was under them in no time. His butt was bare.

But David managed to push Antonio down a bit and hit him with his elbow. Right in his face.

He heard him screaming and saw the first drops of blood. David quickly rolled over and saw Antonio's nose bleeding. Very good, he thought, and crawled away. But before he could get up, the two big men came in and grabbed him by both arms. They dragged him into a shower corner, roughly throwing him against the tiles. A rib cracked dangerously loud.

“Hold him tight, damn it! It's a really stubborn beast!” Antonio said, wiping the blood off his face. Meanwhile, the men grabbed David's arms and legs to keep him still. David gasped but did not call for help. It wouldn't work, right? Nobody was there.

The move of the men had slid the plastic knife across the floor. It was too far away. David couldn't even see it anymore. All he had in front of him was the slightly mouldy shower wall.

Antonio sat on David's legs and started taking out his cock. The glans grazed David's cheeks. “You can be glad I like that shit. Fuck, are you making me horny!” he whispered like a disgusting pig and leaned forward to slowly slide into David. But nothing would work without lubricant, so he grabbed soap scraps from the floor and rubbed it around his penis. He didn't seem to care much about hygiene. The thought of having something like that in him disgusted David even more. So he tried to use this disgust for his benefit.

"Don't you want to know what diseases I have?" David whispered, hoping that he would have access to the little common sense in Antonio that was left. But to no avail.