The Warden rarely refused sexual favors, but today was one of those days. Billy's face was all jacked-up- chipped teeth, dried, crusty blood all around his nostrils, the whole bit. He looked a little sleep deprived too, thought The Warden.
Billy's been here three years come this July. On a camping trip up north, he threw a lit case of M-80s into his buddies' tent. It was like a fillet mignon was tossed in a blender, and the pulse button pressed a few times. Splattery. That was the day Billy's friend Kyle lost an eye and the day Billy lost his independence. And The Warden got back that lovin' feeling.
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