“I can feel you contracting around me, presh. Can you feel how deep I am baby?” he purrs as he continually slams into me. One of his feet is now up on the bed to give himself better leverage, his jaw is hanging slack and his body has a shimmer of perspiration all over it. I have never seen anything quite so erotic or more beautiful.
“Oh god, Josh. Harder,” I whimper as he pushes my shoulders to the mattress to get deeper. He is slamming into me so hard that I find I am holding my breath watching and my insides are starting to liquefy just watching us. With one, two, three hard pumps he holds himself deep inside me and I scream into the mattress in orgasm. I hold my breath as I watch him lie tenderly next to me and swipe the hair back from my face and kiss me gently. We lie close, kissing passionately for a long time, and I can’t look away.
“I fucking adore you, my precious girl,” he whispers as he holds my face between his two hands.
I smile and kiss his chest. “That’s good because I love you Joshua Stanton,” I reply.
I drop my head as I gasp for air. I feel like I can’t breathe. Oh my god.
I stand furious. How dare they violate us like this. How long have they been filming us? What have they seen? I pick up my water jug and throw it at the back of the door in rage and it smashes to pieces.
“You assholes!” I scream. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
Just when I think the situation can’t get any worse the door opens in a rush. Oh no, it’s Carl. My eyes widen and I run to get away from him but he grabs me by the hair and drags me over to the glass on the floor.
“Pick it up,” he yells.
“Go to hell,” I snap. He slams my head hard three times against the wall and I scream in pain.
“Stop it,” the young medic calls from the door.
Carl puts his face right into mine as he rips my hair. “Get on the floor and pick up the glass before I cut your throat with it.”
Fear fills my every cell and through my tears I drop to my knees and slowly pick up the glass. When I have handed him the last of it, he kicks me hard in the stomach on the way out the door and I fall to the floor in a ball as the air is pushed from my lungs.
Help me, someone please help me.
Adrian
My eyes flick to Nicholas in the front seat as Cameron drives us to Corcoran Penitentiary. We are worried sick. Joshua has been in prison for nine days and has refused to see us. We have driven the hour and a half each day to the prison only to be turned away. What’s going on with him? Why won’t he see us?
The boys are going through the case notes and following up every lead that we can but without knowing if Joshua is ok we are all struggling. I have offered Jesten a role to stay on and help us. He was due to go back to Australia yesterday but his input and insight into Allender has been helpful. And, besides, I hate to admit it, but I actually like the guy. He’s uncultured and rough and raw and brutally honest, qualities that we so desperately need at this delicate time when we don’t know who to trust. Cameron refuses to even look at Jesten but Nicholas thinks we need him. If it comes down to giving evidence against Joshua we will need him on our side. Joshua’s court case is next week. We haven’t even been able to see him to try and prepare him for the trial. Today we are pulling the psychologist card and Nicholas is demanding to see him. He can’t refuse a psychologist and half an hour later the three of us sit in a private room as we wait for him to be brought to us by a guard.
“Why is it taking so long?” Cameron asks quietly.
“He would be refusing to come out of his cell,” Nicholas replies calmly.
I rest my elbows on the table and put my head in my hands. “Oh god, my heart is breaking for him. They won’t hurt him will they?” I ask.
“Shut the fuck up,” Cameron snaps, annoyed at my suggestion.
Nicholas smiles broadly at our interaction and I smirk in return. “What?” I ask.
“You two are like an old married couple.” He smirks.
“Oh god.” I wince. “I’m hoping my husband is hotter than him.”
Cameron screws up his face. “Don’t even go there. Are you trying to make me sick?”
The door opens with a clang and we all sit speechless. Joshua is led in in foot chains and handcuffs, his eyes cast down. Oh no. Cameron stands so quickly that his chair falls back and hits the ground. I gasp when I see his face. Joshua is black and blue. He has a large cut over his right eye with stitches in it and a cut cheekbone and lip. He has grazing on his forehead.
“Dear god,” Cameron whispers as he grabs his brother in an embrace.
I hold my hand over my mouth in shock, I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was never this. Nicholas turns his anger immediately onto the guard. “This prisoner needs to be moved to protective custody.”
“No.” Joshua snaps.
“Yes!” Cameron demands.
The guard’s eyes flick between us. “I will make you an appointment with the office to prepare the application,” he replies to Nicholas.
Joshua falls into the seat. “Joshua,” I whisper as I grab his hand across the table.
“Are you ok mate?” Cameron asks gently as he puts his hand on his brother’s forearm.
Joshua nods. “I’m fine,” he replies in a monotone.
“Why won’t you see us? We have been out of our heads in worry. Who hit you?” I ask.
“It’s ok, just a fight in the gym,” he murmurs.
But it isn’t ok. For him to be this messed up he was fighting more than one person. Are they holding him down to beat him?
“We are going to get you out of here, I promise,” Cameron whispers, terrified.
He nods and gives us a sad smile.
“Joshua, you need to accept your visitors. It’s unfair to put them through this without speaking to them,” Nicholas scolds.
Joshua just stares straight through Nicholas. “Is Bridget ok?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, Joshua, she is not. We haven’t let her come down here to see you but she is coming tomorrow and you will see her. She can’t take much more,” I snap.
He nods, as if ashamed that he has put us through this.
“We have some leads,” Cameron says gently. “We are going through all of the security footage now and things are progressing. We will have some answers this week. Won’t we?” Cameron says nervously as his eyes flick to us.
I nod. “Yes, and your court case is next week.” I smile hopefully. “And then you will be out of here and we can try and…” I pause, I was going to say get over this nightmare but I know Joshua is never going to get over this.
“Try and what?” Joshua snaps.
“Try and find who did this,” I murmur.
His eyes find the floor.