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abbatoirablaze · 1 year ago

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Locked Up, Chapter 9

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of a dead body

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed against his chest, clinging to the bloodied up uniform, “Ari, I’m so sor-“

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Ari sighed, kissing Viv’s temple as he smoothed her hair down in an attempt to comfort her, “it’s okay baby. None of this was our fault. You hear me? None of this is your fault. You didn’t know this was going to go down.”

“I’m the monster,” she sobbed as she shook her head, “I-I was sleeping with Lee because he was treating the inmates better…wh-when I did, he would be more lax with everyone. I-I didn’t walk away when I started seeing Jake and Ransom…and then when he-“

“You’re not the monster, baby,” Ari sighed again, holding onto Viv, “you were doing what you did because he was an asshole to us. He’s the real monster. He had you by the leash and was dragging you around with him. None of this is your fault, baby!”

“But I-“

“You’re an amazing, loving woman, Viv…and you found people you care about who just happen to be in a prison,” Ari reminded her gently as he held her face in his hands, “there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with that, or you. We’re just in a fucked up situation, baby.”

“I’m your CO, Ari…there is-“

“So, is it wrong to love someone like Ransom?” he asked, pushing her limits, “you always tell me and him that you believed in his innocence from the first day you saw him. He was traveling down a dark road and you kept him away from becoming a monster in here. You saw past the cocky asshole that he pretends to be, Viv. You saw the real him. The loving, passionate brat that he is. Monsters don’t do that! They don’t see the good in others. They only bring others down, baby. That’s not you. You make us better!”

“SIT DOWN, INMATE!”

Ransom’s head snapped in the direction of another one of the CO’s, “eat shit, Magda!”

“What did you say to me, inmate Drysdale?”

“You heard me!” he growled, storming off towards his cell. He knew that the guard must have been following him, but he didn’t dare turn around. Part of himself had expected to be struck from behind by the guard, but the blow never came. When he reached his cell, he was surprised to see Jake on his tablet, “why the hell aren’t you out in the dayroom, Jensen?”

“I-I-“

“Fuck off!” he growled, rolling into his bunk and glaring at the bunk above it.

A sharp tap on the wall brought both men’s attention towards the door. Ransom smirked, seeing that it was the female CO, “Hey sweet cheeks…looking to get a taste of some of the finer cock in this joint? We could kick Jensen here out, and I could show you what a real man is…hell, we could let Jensen stay and film it on his tablet. Give him something for his spank bank.”

“RANSOM!” Jake gasped, eyes wide at his cell mate.

“Inmate Jensen…take a walk so I can talk to your bunkmate, before Magda comes in and crushes his windpipe with his baton.”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

And like that, Jake was off his bunk and out of the cell. Ransom’s jaw ticked as he shot her a look. He didn’t appreciate the fact that she didn’t have a response towards him. He wanted to be the focus of the room and here she was just brushing his comments off.

“Magda deserves that…he treats everyone in here like trash.”

“Because most of the guys out there are!” she said pointedly. Ransom’s jaw twitched yet again, and he shot her a look, “you’re mad your mom didn’t show up for visitation today, but that doesn’t mean you can take it out on whoever you feel like, inmate.”

Ransom scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Linda can eat shit! I don’t care about the fact that she didn’t come around. She’s doing what’s best for her and our ‘family name,’ leaving me to rot in a cell because she’s a heartless bitch.”

“You know, working as a CO you get a real taste of what some of these guys are like-“

“Good for you!” Ransom growled, “you saying you wanna taste me?”

“You’re not a killer, Drysdale…I can spot it a mile away…and you’re not it,” she said quickly in response, brushing off yet another forward comment, “you’re scared, Drysdale. You’re not a killer, so stop hiding behind the crude remarks.

He gave her an angry look, “if you can spot it a mile away and seem so sure, why the hell am I charged with it then?”

“Because people are stupid…especially underpaid and overworked detectives who just want their closed cases numbers to stay high,” He was unable to stop the chuckle that left his lips. Viv smiled in response, “I’m Viv…”

“Eat shit, Viv…”

“I’ll let that one slide, Drysdale,” she said with a smirk. She took a few steps back until she was back at the door to his cell, “but I saw you peeping through there…from behind your little walls…I can see what’s behind all those guards you put up, Ransom.”

“Baby…” Ari tried, attempting to break her from her thoughts, “baby…can you hear me? You’re not a monster.”

“She doesn’t fucking believe me…” Ransom sighed in disbelief as he watched his mother leave the visitor’s room, “I can’t believe it…she-she thinks I really did it.”

“Hugh…”

“Leave me alone, Viv…” he grumbled, not daring to look back to the corner of the room where she’d been standing the entire visit, “I-I don’t want to talk right now.”

“Maybe we should,” she offered gently. Ransom jumped when he felt her hand on his shoulder, “that was kind of tough…what just happened. It wasn’t something that-”

“You don’t know what just happened, Viv!” he hissed, shaking her arm off of his shoulder, “she was right. I’m garbage…I-I killed Harlan.”

“You loved your grandfather, Hugh…you and I both know that,” she tried, sitting down in front of him, “I can’t even begin to count the number of times you’ve told me stories about you and your grandfather. I know that you didn’t kill him.”

“Jesus Viv…you don’t fucking know everything.”

“No…but I know that you’re not a killer, Hugh…you never will be…because despite you acting like a prick, you’re one of the most thoughtful men I know!” she said firmly, pulling his face towards her own.

“Viv…”

“Hey…you’re not a killer,” she sighed gently, her lips ghosting over his, “don’t let her make you think that you are.”

“I just-I don’t know what to think anymore,” he admitted, “everything feels so…”

“Beyond your control?”

He nodded, his lips grazing hers once again, “I-I want to kiss you right now…can-can I kiss you Viv?”

“Is that what you need?” she asked.

He nodded, and she pressed their lips together. Ransom gasped, and melted against her kiss, allowing himself to feel vulnerable with her. He knew that he had been trying to push her away, but it was obvious that she saw right through it and pulled him even closer.

“Wh-why are you so good to me?” he asked gently as she pulled away from him. She rested her head against his and sighed.

“You’re a good man, Hugh…I won’t let you regress into something you’re not…”

“I-I love you!” he whispered.

“I love you too, Hugh.”

“That’s just the type of woman you are, Viv!” he pointed out, breaking her from her thoughts, “you’re always there. Always showing us that it’s okay to be vulnerable. You’re always seeing past what the others have said that we were. Everyone thought that I was a monster because I’m quiet. Everyone treated me like I was because of it. But you saw me for the man that I am. You did that, Viv. Monsters don’t do that.”

“Ari…” she sniffled, the tears streaking down her cheeks as she looked at one of the men that she loved, “i-“

“Don’t discredit it…please…” he begged her, “don’t say that you’re not this amazing soul…because you are!”

“Ari…we-we need to find Hugh…” she said desperately, “I-I need to know that both of you are safe.”

Ari nodded, helping her up, “he’s fine baby…he-he’s hunkered down in the shower room. Just like the plan said…we’re going to wait out the riot there…”

She nodded and got up, but as they reached the door, she turned to look at the warden’s form, “Ari…wh-what about Lee?”

“We don’t have to worry about him baby…we won’t ever have to worry about him coming after the three of us again.”

Chapter 10

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year ago

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Locked Up, Chapter 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: manipulation, attempted blackmail, sexual situations.

‘Every sweet ounce of you belongs to me, doc. Let Jensen taste you again, and he won’t wake up.’

The words felt like they were constantly swimming around in your brain with no possible way of leaving it. The ink was so bright that it looked like it had been written with the blood that poured from Jake’s body after he’d been stabbed.

The note in itself was paying with you in every sense of the word. It was eerie and to the point, much like the attack on Jensen.

It was left in your office in broad daylight.

It could have been left by anyone.

And that was what had scared you the most.

“Doc?”

You jumped, nearly out of your own skin. Turning, you were surprised to see Connors at the door. He had his own arm held firmly to your next patient.

Sargent James Buchanan Barnes.

Better known as Bucky.

Before he was locked up he and Steve Rogers ran what could only be described as some sort of mob family, which quickly left a trail of bodies in their wake as they gained power.

And both men were extremely paranoid the more successful they became. They’d killed people they thought were traitors. Women they’d slept with. Anyone that looked at them wrong, really.

But because of their business, they often managed to hide it. That was, until they were going to get caught on a tax evasion charge. Their accountant who had been cooking the books had safeguards in place and had made it so that when he was abducted, a file went to the police, along with a tracker that was sewn into his suit to look like button.

The feds caught Barnes and Rogers red-handed, Bucky with his trademark knives, still carving the man to pieces, while Steve had been busy re-counting the money that the accountant had tried to make off with; the accountant’s wife dead beside him, her neck broken.

“Doc?” Connors asked, knocking you from your thoughts once more. You bit your lip and stood, giving him a nervous smile, “everything alright? I can always bring Barnes by later if you need some time.”

“No…no…it’s fine,” you said quickly, shaking your head, “now is perfectly fine…I-I just-I was just thinking about Jensen is all…he-he seemed so happy the other day. Then today, he’s lying in a bed, new stab wounds and all…it’s hard to imagine that someone would go after him.”

“Don’t take any of it personally, doc…these guys all have their own systems,” Connors chuckled as he entered your office. Your brow raised as one of the other guards followed him in. A woman, “hope you don’t mind I showed up with someone other than Magda.”

“Trust me, I’m always happy to get some time away from him,” you scoffed. You turned your attention to the other correctional officer, “I’m-“

“The new doc,” she said quickly, cutting you off. She didn’t reach for your outstretched hand, and you retracted it, feeling awkward that you were left hanging, “yeah…I know who you are.”

“She’s got good working relationships with a few of the inmates…” Connors acknowledged, reminding you that while she may seem cold, there was more to her than met the eye, “she’s good at keeping the floor under control.”

“You don’t care for me much, do you?” you asked, testing the waters. She raised her brow, but said nothing else, “alright. Well, I’m here to help the inmat-“

“You’ve been causing trouble on my floor,” she said simply as she eyed you up and down, “they’re getting riled up over what you’ve been saying to them…some others are especially upset about Jensen and how he got shanked…”

You frowned, “I’m sorry you feel that way.”

“Try not to rile Barnes up…yeah?” she growled out, turning and heading back out of the room without another word to you.

“Sorry about her,” Connors frowned as he led Bucky to the chair and bolted him in place, “she’s just…particular about the order of the floor.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Still don’t miss Magda?”

“I don’t know…I might!”

He smirked, “Well…we’ll be back in what, half an hour to pick him up and then we can switch him out with another one.”

“Sounds good,” you offered, trying to keep a calm face, “I’ll see you soon.”

You watched as he made his way out the door, closing it behind him. After, you turned your attention to the inmate bolted to the floor, “Sergeant Barnes…”

His silvery eyes met yours, amusement lacing them.

“You’re not Reyes.”

“I’m not,” you confirmed, “I’m his replacement.”

“Hmm.”

“Is there something you’d like to talk about, Sargent Barnes?” you asked. He stared at you without any expression and you let him take a minute to adjust. You leaned against your desk, staring right back at him, “you know, James…this only works if-“

“Don’t call me James.”

This time it was your brow that raised, “don’t call you by your name?”

“No disrespect, doc, but I’d prefer not to be called by my first name…” he said simply.

“And why is that?” you asked.

He looked away from you, not wanting to meet your eyes. Your head quirked as you watched his body language. He was uncomfortable around you, that much was obvious.

“James…”

His eyes snapped to yours. A shiver ran down your spine. While you were definitely confident, there was something about the way that he looked at you that made you reconsider your choice in using his first name, “J-James…”

“You know what happened to the last woman that called me by my first name?”

You felt like your heart began to race in your chest, “I-i-no…”

You noticed his arms flex, and your breath hitched in your throat. With a quick snap of his arms, the chain broke away from his bionic arm.

But you didn’t even flinch. While there was obviously something dangerous about him, you didn’t feel threatened.

“It’s in my file,” he muttered in a huff, “I’ll tell you one more time, in case you didn’t hear me. Don’t call me James, doll.”

“Hey there doc,” a voice taunted as soon as you opened your door to your office. Internally you groaned, seeing the obnoxious playboy bolted to the chair, his grin all too smug for the place he was in, “did you miss me?”

“Mr. Drysdale…are you supposed to be here?”

“Well, I told the C.O that I just had to see you,” he smiled even wider, “and you know, Connors…he just loves being helpful…at least he loves it when it comes to you. You know…I think he likes you…”

You raised your brow at the inmate, “what are you insinuating, inmate?”

“Ohhh, not calling me by my name, sweetheart,” he taunted playfully, “there something going on with you and Connors? Something you want to dish about? I do love a good gossip session. Got any biscuits? We could snack and talk about boys and paint each other’s nails and do each other’s hair…but only if we get to have a naked pillow fight at the end of it. Spoiler, I’d win, and take that pretty little cunt for a ride while you’re bent over your desk, doc.”

“If we don’t have an appointmen-“

“Oh, but we do,” he smiled, leaning forward, “I think we have quite a lot to be talking about, don’t you?”

“Do we?” you asked, your brow raised, “because it seems like you’re only in the mood to be taunting me, inmate!”

The look he gave you was like that of a wolf looking hungrily at a lamb, “oh, without a doubt, sweet cheeks. We have so much to go over!”

“Mr. Drysdale-“

“Shame what happened to Jensen, isn’t it?” he asked pointedly. You tried not to look at him, but you felt as though your heart was racing with the simple question. A million thoughts ran through your mind as he continued, “I want to talk about something that’s affecting my mental well-being doc…someone being stabbed in jail-“

“You are in a prison Mr. Drysdale,” you said quickly, correcting him in a clipped tone as you tried to push back your own overwhelming thoughts, “those sort of things happen in prisons. They can be a dangerous place.”

“Only when you cross lines that shouldn’t be crossed…sure!”

You felt yourself freezing as you sat down in your chair, “do you…know of something happening to Mr. Jensen, Mr. Drysdale?”

His eyes flicked dangerously up to yours, “you know doc…I don’t know if I do…”

“Oh…”

“Shame about his injuries though…they shanked the guy when he was walking away…that seems mighty personal to me…”

“Do you know who hurt Jake?”

“Jake, hmm?” he teased, “were you two close? I thought that you weren’t because you know…you were getting him transferred to that other doc. But if you were…it’d make sense why you’re so concerned.”

“Mr. Drysdale-“

“You know…our C.O did that last month…got him transferred to a different floor…but then the warden figured it out and got her transferred off the floor instead…”

You paled, “wh-what?”

“Jensen has this disorder…where he attaches himself to just about anyone that gives him attention.”

“E-emophilia.”

Ransom nodded, his smirk growing on his face, “yeah…the C.O…she kept the warden from firing her because she fucked him…Jensen…and the warden too…and me. But Jensen was a problem when he started trying to treat her like a girlfriend. You know what…now that I think of it, she does get around a lot…tightest little cunt you’d ever have though, I’ll give her that…”

“Mr. Drysdal-“

“You know what I think?” he asked with a dangerous look, “I think that you and Jake got up to some funny business…but I think the warden’s only got a crush on one broad in this prison and he’s fucking her six ways to Sunday…what do you think would happen if someone let it slip that you and Jensen got up to some conjugal time?”

“Ransom-“

He lit up like a Christmas tree, “Bingo…”

You knew you messed up when you called him by his name, “M-Mr. Drysdale…”

“Suck me off and I’ll keep your little secret, doc!”

You paled, “W-what?”

“That’s my price,” he replied quickly, spreading his legs a little and pushing his hips forward in the chair, “suck my dick and I’ll keep my mouth shut about you fucking around with Jensen. Won’t have to go to that C.O…won’t tell her about you’re little playtime…she’s awfully jealous, you know. I’m sure she wouldn’t hesitate going to Warden Bodecker…then of course…she’d suck my dick for being a good little snitch…”

“I-I’m not-I’m not having sex with inmate Jensen.”

“Well, not right now you’re not. It’s kind of hard to do that when he’s lying in medical with that pretty little thing watching over him,” Ransom scoffed, “you got him shanked. Right now, he’s lying in medical with stitches in his back and side because of you. Fucked up or not, I don’t think he’s going to be crawling back to your pussy any time soon.”

“I think you should leave, Mr. Drysdale,” you said quickly, “I-I’m going to sit outside the room and wait for the correctional officers to come back.”

You got up from your desk quickly, trying to make a move to get far away from Ransom Drysdale as you could. Anxiety was building in the pit of your stomach, but you stopped when your hand touched the door.

“If you so much as put a foot outside that door, I’ll scream it to everyone and anyone that will listen,” he uttered, his tone deadly. You swallowed, looking back at him. You knew that he would live up to his promise, “you really want your career to be ruined because of Jensen? You’ve only just started it, haven’t you? Come on, doc…”

“N-No…”

The word had slipped out before you could stop it. The foreign, hollow syllable sounded so different slipping from your lips and Ransom went back to smiling.

“Then walk your uptight little cunt back over here, get on your knees, and be a good little slut and suck my dick, doc…” he growled, “or so help me god, I’ll fucking ruin your career doc…and that’s a god damned promise. It doesn’t matter that I’m locked up on these bullshit charges…my name has more pull than this entire godforsaken prison.”

Your hand fell away from the door.

You didn’t want to do it, but you knew that he wasn’t lying. Even though Ransom Drysdale was an inmate who had murdered his grandfather for money, he still had a lot of respect and influence on the outside world. You were certain that he would somehow cause a scandal if you didn’t listen to him.

Your career would be in tatters even before you could have a chance at it.

The world began to feel foreign as you felt yourself disassociating from your current situation. You reached back to the door and turned the lock until it clicked into place, then sulked towards him.

Every click of your heels felt hollow as you made your way back to his chair. He had a smug look on his face as you looked at him. Bile rose in the back of your throat.

“N-no one knows…no one will believe you…”

You were desperately hoping that he would back off. But he only chuckled, “if you believed that you would have walked out that door instead of locking it, doc…now get on your knees…and do your job. Do what you were really made for, and suck my dick.”

A whimper escaped your throat and you slowly dropped to your knees.

“Good girl,” he smirked, licking his lips, “now…I’m going to stand so you can pull down my pants.”

“O-okay…”

He stood and you felt your heart racing. You were eye-level with his cock. With shaky hands you reached up and tugged on his uniform pants, but they caught on to the obvious bulge he was sporting. You shuddered.

“Come on now, sweetheart…I don’t bite…not on the first time anyways. They’ve got me all locked up like an animal, so I can’t play with you like I want to.” Your eyes met his and his look went from joking to serious, “take my pants off, doc…”

You reached up and lifted the hem, the head of his cock accidentally touching your fingers. But his eyes closed, and he hissed with the feeling of that, and his cock being exposed to the cool air of your office as you pulled his pants over his thighs, letting them drop with a soft thud to the floor.

“Well?”

You were shaky enough in your movements, reaching up towards him. You didn’t expect him to grab you by your hair and pull you against his thigh. His cock bobbed angrily at the quick motion in front of your face. You yelped, “I said, suck my dick, doc!”

You reached up, tears streaming down your cheeks as your hand came in contact with the length. His tip was angry and red, already leaking precum. His hand on your hair tightened, and you began to feel the strain on your scalp.

“P-please let me go.”

“Begging won’t work on me, sweetheart,” he chuckled darkly, “Maybe if I was one of the softies…but I don’t give a damn about you. You mean nothing more to me than a free set of holes right now…”

He tugged on your hair, and you yelped again.

“You’re either gonna suck my cock or I’m going to start screaming, doc…simple as that,” he smirked, finally releasing you. You stumbled back onto your ass, fear in your eyes, “see, I’m bolted to the floor. You pulled my pants down…who you think they’re gonna believe? I’ll tell em about Jensen, and say that you got him stabbed because he was gonna rat you out…tell em that you moved onto me, thinking I’d be some easy target…I’m not violent…I follow most of the rules…you’d never have a chance, doc.”

You felt the anxiety building back up in your stomach again, “th-they won’t believe you.”

He smirked, sitting back down on the chair, bottoms still around his ankles, “fine…let’s test that theory doc…”

He opened his mouth again, this time to scream. Your eyes went wide, and you rushed him once again, “Please…NO. No! Wait…I-I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”

You could see the smirk on his face yet again, even before you removed your hand. You wished you could smack the smug look off his face.

He spread his legs once more, gesturing to his hardened member, “well, sweetheart…get started!”

“I-it was you, wasn’t it?” you asked nervously, “The letter…”

“Letter?” he asked, confusion lacing his features as he looked at you. He looked puzzled for a second, before his eyes went wide and he began to shake his head, “oh fuck no!”

Before you could ask him what he meant, he was standing once again, this time he was struggling to pull his pants up.

“Ra-Ransom!”

But his eyes snapped to you, holding you at arm’s length, “you can stay the fuck away from me if you got a letter! I’m not dealing with that again!”

“What?”

“I said stay the fuck away from m-“

The door went to open, but due to your previous idea of locking it, it budged against the frame, “Doc?”

You recognized Connor’s voice.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Ransom screamed as you tried to take a step towards him, “SHE LOCKED THE DOOR!”

“Doc? Is everything okay in there?”

“Tell me who wrote the letter!”

“Fuck off you crazy bitch!” he spat, “Unlock the door and get the fuck away from me!”

“You-you’re scared of whoever wrote it-“

“Doc!”

“Tell me who wrote it!”

“Fuck off!” he hissed. Then he looked back to the door, “LET ME OUT!”

You ignored him, and instead of fighting it, and possibly making the situation worse on yourself, you ran to the door, unlocking it. Outside the door was Connors and the woman CO you had met. She was quick to rush to Ransom, worry lacing her own features.

They spoke in hushed words to one another, but your attention was more on the other CO, Conners, “what the hell was that?”

“He was saying that he didn’t want to talk today,” you lied quickly, “so I-“

“Why was the door locked?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I came in and he was sitting here. Guess you guys left him right before I came back for lunch. I must have forgotten to leave the door unlocked.”

“You can’t do that, doc,” he said quickly, eyeing you up and down, before looking to Drysdale and the other CO, who were still muttering in hushed tones, “some of these guys are extremely dangerous.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Connors…can you take Drysdale down to medical?” the woman CO asked. You lifted your brow in surprise, “he says he’s about to have a panic attack. I’m going to figure out what they were talking about before it to avoid triggers in the future.”

“Yeah…yeah…” he sighed quickly. The CO quickly handed him off, but she stopped in front of you, waiting for the two men to disappear down the hall.

“I don’t know what inmate Drys-“

“Cut the bullshit…” she growled, “I know Hugh likes to think he’s sneaky but he’s not. You got a letter…”

You paled at how blunt she was being.

“I-I don’t know wha-“

“Stop,” she hissed, cutting you off, “I’m not playing little kid games. Hugh is wound up beca-“

“You keep calling him Hugh. Not Ransom. Not inmate Drysdale,” you pointed out, cutting her off, “I saw how hushed his whispers were. Is he doing the same thing to you that he’s trying to do with me?”

She scowled, “I can assure you that Hugh’s not doing the same things with you that he was with me.”

“You two are together.”

“I’ll only say this once doc. Stay away from Hugh!”

Chapter 4

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