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Day Seven

Michael
was escorted into the shed and wasn�t surprised when he found Abruzzi waiting while humming
to himself.
Abruzzi
stopped humming and looked
at Michael, �This little polka that you and I have been at for a while as
of this moment is over.� John patted the wooden table he was sitting on and his
men deposited Michael on the spot. �Fibonacci�I want to know how you got to him
and where he is right now.�
Michael
stared at Abruzzi in defiance, �It�s
not going to happen John.�
Abruzzi nodded, �We�ll
see.� He nodded to his boys who grabbed Michael and held him down on the table.
Michael struggled against the men, but they managed to get his left shoe and
sock off, and they placed gardening shears to his toes in warning.
Abruzzi
looked intently at the long toes of Scofield knowing that the younger man would
break with the threat of cutting his appendages off, �I�m going to count to
three�one.�
Michael
knew that the gangster would go through with the threat, but he pushed down his
own fear determined to keep the location of Fibonacci to himself. The man in
witness protection who was set to testify against John�s boss was Michael�s
trump card, and he wasn�t willing to give it up. �I give you that information
I�m a dead man. You know it and I know it.�
Abruzzi ignored Michael�s
bravado. �Two.�
Michael
clinched his teeth looking on in dread as the other men held the shears to his vulnerable
toes, �I�ll tell you the moment we�re outside those walls. Not a second
before.�
Abruzzi was growing
impatient, �Tell me now.�
�Not
happening John,� Michael hissed in rebelliousness.
�I�ll
give you one last chance,� Abruzzi warned the
uncooperative prick. John actually felt somewhat impressed by the younger man�s
willingness to be mangled and scarred, but he had to hold true to his threat, and
when he got nothing but silence from Scofield he nodded to his men to
do the deed. �Three!�
Michael prepared
himself for the blade to slice through his toes and to disfigure him for life,
but he knew that in the long run securing Abruzzi�s cooperation was going to be
well worth the awkwardness of a couple missing toes if he could get Lincoln and
himself away from Fox River and to safety where no one else could ever hurt
them again.

As promised, the
cold sharp blade sliced through the bone and skin of Michael�s toes, and Michael
fell backwards against the hold Abruzzi�s men had on his arms. He closed his mouth
tightly refusing to let the sound of agony escape past his lips. His toes
dropped to the cool concrete floor, and Michael stared out his mangled foot in
shock and in pain unable to fathom the fact that he was once again scarred for Lincoln�s benefit.

Abruzzi stared down at the bloody foot and felt
nothing but respect for the younger man. The conniving inmate had held his
tongue during the entire episode, and John hadn�t been able to get the location
of Fibonacci from Michael. He silently wondered what he could possible do to
get Scofield to cooperate, and he knew that he would have to answer to his boss
Philly Falzone about his failure to gather the needed
information.

Doing their
rounds of the prison grounds, Officer Stolte and another guard had heard the
commotion in the shed and stared in disbelief at the blood on the floor and the
scene that awaited them when they walked into the shed. �Oh my God,� Stolte
exclaimed. �What the hell happened?�

John shuffled
away from the injured and bleeding inmate. �It was an accident.� He watched in
trepidation as the two guards helped Michael to hobble out of the shed, and he bent
down to pick up Michael�s two toes with a white sock.� John knew that he would have to use them as
evidence when he told Falzone that he had failed to
get Fibonacci�s location. Fibonacci�s
testimony against his boss would put Falzone behind
bars for good and John couldn�t let that happen if he hoped to keep money
flowing in from the outside.

Bellick had seen
Stolte and his partner dragging Scofield to the infirmary and had rushed to the
shed to confront Abruzzi. He saw the blood on the floor and on the
shirts of Abruzzi�s men and gaped in disbelief. �Get out!� The
two inmates rushed out and Brad
stared at the bloody toes in John�s hand, �What the hell happened? I
thought you were just going to just have a conversation with him.�

Abruzzi shoved
the sock into his pocket, �I did. It just escalated.�

�Escalated?� Brad
asked. �Do you have any idea how hard this is going to be to explain?�

�You�ll be
compensated for your efforts,� Abruzzi hinted knowing that he could get more money
transferred into Bellick�s bank account.

�You make sure
you do that,� Bellick replied signaling for Abruzzi to leave the shed. �By the way, you might
want to keep an eye out for Bagwell.�

�Why�s that?�
John asked stepping out into the open yard of the prison. �What does that
hillbilly rapist have to do with my business?�

�Scofield�s his
whore,� Brad smiled knowingly, �and he might not take too kindly to you
damaging his merchandise.�

Abruzzi wasn�t
worried about the peon rapist, �My boys can take care of him.�

�I don�t want a
war in my prison over Scofield,� Brad warned knowing that the Purity�s numbers
were growing everyday. As far as he was concerned both Abruzzi and Bagwell were
scum of the Earth, but they did both take care of him financially, and he
didn�t want to lose that financial security.

�It won�t get
that far,� Abruzzi reassured the greedy guard before walking
towards his boys.

Bellick looked
out into the Yard noting Abruzzi�s men gathering around him like the anti-hero
that he was, �Fucking dickwad.�

***********************************************

Officer Stolte and his partner helped the mutilated
Michael into the infirmary. �We need some help here!� Stolte yelled.

Sara, who had seen Michael just minutes earlier looked at the bloody foot and
reacted without hesitation, �Bring him in here.� She watched in apprehension as
the guards ushered the injured inmate into the exam room, �Kathy, I�m going to
need ten cc�s of Xylocaine.�

The guards carefully lowered Michael down onto the gurney and tossed his bloody
boot onto the floor. They tried
to ignore that the younger man had begun crying feeling sympathy for his
condition.

Sara snapped on some latex gloves and moved towards the injured inmate. She
noticed that the guards were standing around watching her as she gave aid to
Michael. �Thanks guys. I�ll take it from here.� She could see the look of
hesitation on Officer Stolte�s face, �I said thank you. I�ll take it from
here.�

Sara took a look at the bloody wrapped foot and dragged a working table with
the needed supplies to the side of the gurney. She began unwrapping the foot,
�Okay, let�s take a look.�

Michael
reached out trying to stop the doctor from looking at the damage. He wasn�t
sure that he could handle seeing the mangled appendages, and the stoic fa�ade
he had shown Abruzzi in the shed was quickly dissipating.

Sara looked up at Michael�s face and could see the red watery eyes begging her
not to look, �You�re okay.� She softened her voice as if she were talking to a
fragile child, �You�re okay.�

Michael reluctantly took his hands from the doctor�s wrists and allowed her to
pull off the bloody sock. When he saw
the stumps that use to be his toes, his tears began flowing harder, and he
rested against the back of the gurney so that he wouldn�t have to look at the
damage again. Nothing had been working out the way he had planned; the cellmate
situation, T-Bag�s harassment, Bellick�s treacherous abuse, and now he had been
forced to make another sacrifice for the good of the plan. Nowhere in his
planning of the escape had he thought a man like Abruzzi would disfigure him or
that a man like Bagwell would torment and abuse him on a daily basis.

Tancredi looked at the damage and felt a combination of dismay and anger, �What
happened?�

Michael rubbed
at his eyes and took a deep breath, �Nothing.�

�This isn�t nothing
Michael�I need you to tell me what happened,� Sara insisted.

The pain in his foot was excruciating, and Michael felt himself getting dizzy,
and being pushed into a confession by the good doctor wasn�t helping. �Don�t
make me lie to you�please.�

Sara was annoyed that
the inmate wouldn�t talk to her, but she hoped that he would admit what had
happened to him once he began recovering from the trauma. She injected his foot
with a local anesthetic and remained silent throughout the procedure as she set
about to the task of closing up the holes that had been created when the toes
were sliced off. Sara couldn�t help but to wonder what Scofield had done to
deserve such abuse and cruelty, and to whom he had done it to.

Michael looked up at the
ceiling trying to ignore the needle and thread as the doctor stitched his
wounds closed. He didn�t have a clue how he was going to keep this away from Lincoln or even if he wanted to, but he knew that
he wouldn�t be able to hide his limp from his brother. He also briefly wondered
how Bagwell would react to the injury. With any luck, the missing toes would
repulse the rapist and the other con would leave Michael alone.

Sara finished
stitching the holes up, wrapped the foot in clean bandages, and took off her
gloves. �I�ll be right back with something to prevent infection,� she informed
Michael before leaving the exam room. She saw Bellick talking to Stolte about
the incident and walked over towards them, �I think you�d better have a head
start into the investigation.�

Bellick silently signaled for Stolte to leave them alone. �Oh, there�s no need
to. We already know what happened,� he replied nervously as he watched Stolte
walking back towards the prison yard.

Sara looked surprised, �Perhaps, you would be good enough to enlighten me?�

�Well, there was a
pair of gardening shears left on the floor of the shed,� Bellick began.
�Evidently, he stepped on them.�

Sara despised the man
standing before her. She knew he was a liar and an opportunistic asshole. �Blade
went right through his foot huh?� she
asked sarcastically.

�Yeah,� Bellick lied.

�So, why wasn�t the
boot still on his foot?� Sara asked loving how Bellick was trying to cover his
own ass but was failing miserable.

Bellick felt uncomfortable with the doctor�s scrutiny, and he knew that she
didn�t believe any of his bullshit, �Like I said Doc. We got it taken care of.�
He put his hat on, walked over towards the remaining guard, and nodded, �Let�s
go.�

Sara stared at
Bellick�s retreating back and felt nothing but frustration and anger. She
wondered how such a harsh and cruel man could become the Warden�s chief guard.
It was obvious that Bellick and Warden Pope had contrasting philosophies in
prison rehabilitation, and at the moment it seemed as though Bellick had set
his sights on Scofield. Once again she found herself wondering what it was
about Scofield that seemed to attract such negative attention from both the
guards and the other inmates. She was also amazed that he had lasted seven days
in Fox River without other injuries. From her
experience, a man like Scofield didn�t make it a week on the inside without
drawing the attention of sexual predators, and she feared that it was only a
matter of time before she was forced to help him through the injuries of a
sexual assault.

************************************

Once treated for
his injuries, Michael was ushered back to his own cell. He rested on his cot
with his injured foot resting precariously on the edge
of the bed. The pain was numbed by the Xylocaine,
but he knew that it was only a matter of time before the pain intensified.
Michael tried to block out all the misery of the last several days, but he was
finding it rather difficult to ignore the intense memories of Bagwell�s sexual
attacks and Abruzzi�s cruelness; not to mention the fact that he was already a
day behind on digging, and now that he had a chance to dig behind the toilet
his foot would most likely make the going painstakingly slow.

�I leave you
alone for two minutes and you get yourself into all sorts of trouble,� T-Bag
commented from the bars.

Michael
reluctantly looked
over at the rapist, �Could you please just leave me alone.�

The Alabamian
looked at the bloody wrap on Michael�s toes and sneered, �Don�t you worry none
Pretty�I still want you; eight toes and all. It�s not like I want to fuck your
toes anyway.�

Michael sighed
heavily, �Oh thank God� I would be devastated if you never touched me again.�

Bagwell stepped
into the opened cell
grinning, �I see Abruzzi didn�t slice your tendency of tossing around
witty epithet from you.�

Michael silently
wondered how a man who was obviously smart and verbose found himself behind
bars in the first place. In his gut, he knew that a man like Theodore Bagwell
wasn�t born a monster, but was shaped and molded into one. �I�m glad you find
this so amusing.�

Bagwell stepped
up to the cot and looked down fiercely into Michael�s eyes, �Trust me when I
say this Pretty�there is nothing amusing about Abruzzi damaging my property.� He sank down to his
knees and caressed Michael�s face, �I can assure you that the retribution for
his offense will be steep.�

Michael could see
the murder and rage in Bagwell�s eyes and swallowed hard, �You�re going to kill
him?�

T-Bag lowered his
head so that he could whisper into Michael�s ear, �Not quickly�that would be
letting him off too easy, don�t you think?�

Michael couldn�t
suppress the shudder that ran up his spine, �You think it�s wise to mess with Abruzzi? He is a mob boss after all.�

Bagwell ran his
hand affectionately over Michael�s shaved black hair, �You let me worry about
that Pretty�you�re my property, and I always defend
what is rightfully mine.�

�I didn�t realize
that you owned me,� Michael remarked looking intently at the older man as
Bagwell stood back up.

�Well then�let me
make my claim on you clear,� Bagwell hinted as he lowered the white sheet
blocking the other prisoners from looking into the middle-tiered cell.

�What the hell do
you think you�re doing?� Michael snapped. �I�m injured�I�m bleeding.�

�And that would
detour me how exactly?� T-Bag cunningly smiled. �Blood doesn�t disturb me in
the least.�

�Of course it
doesn�t,� Michael mumbled as the older man began unzipping his pants. �Could we
please not do this now?�

Bagwell felt
something akin to empathy for the injured Scofield, but he couldn�t let the boy
question his ownership without some sort of reprimand. �You�re the one who
questioned my control of you, remember?�

Michael wanted to
rest and process what he had to do to get the plan back on track, but he
couldn�t let Bagwell claim possession of his body like he was some fucking dog.
�I am not your bitch�you may think I am; hell, you might even tell the whole
damn prison that I am, but you will never own me.�

Bagwell chortled
in amusement, �We�ll just see about that Pretty.� T-Bag toed off his boots, and
slipped off his pants and prison-issued underwear, �Your clever discourse never
ceases to entertain me.�

Michael turned
his head towards the cinder-block wall trying not to look at the offensive
nature of Bagwell�s nudity. He could feel the older man rubbing his hard organ
on his cheek and wanted nothing more than to bite the disgusting appendage off,
but once again his love for Lincoln and his determination to make the plan work
outweighed his need to maintain some sort of dignity in Fox River.

Bagwell rubbed
his throbbing shaft on Michael�s cheek loving the reluctant submissiveness he
could feel emanating off the other man, �This owns you Scofield�lick it, and
worship it like the good little whore you are.�

Michael continued
looking at the wall refusing to do as he had been instructed. He might be raped
again, but he wasn�t going to make it easy for Bagwell.

T-Bag shook his
head, �I�m disappointed Michael.� Bagwell reached down and grabbed Michael�s
jaw and forced the younger man to turn his head in his direction, �I thought we
had come to an understanding over the last couple of days.� He placed the top
of his prick onto Scofield�s red lips, �You do as I say and you get to be part
of PI, remember?�

Michael could
feel the soft silky head of Bagwell�s cock on his mouth leaking precum onto his
lips and attempted to yank his jaw out of Bagwell�s grasp, but the older
inmate�s grip was unwavering.

�I�m going to
find out what it is you need in PI, but in the meantime�get your mouth moving,�
Theodore warned while he released Michael�s jaw. The younger con still didn�t
open his mouth, and Bagwell reached out and slapped his cock against Scofield�s
cheek, �Suck it you little bitch, or I will do a lot worse than cut off two of
your toes!�

Knowing it best
not to push too many of Bagwell�s buttons, Michael slowly opened his mouth and
licked T-Bag�s manhood.

Bagwell lowered
his body until his knees rested on the cot up against Scofield�s torso and began
pushing his dick into the hot cavernous mouth. �That�s more like it�docile and
submissive suits you well Scofield.�

Michael clenched
his fists in anger as Bagwell assaulted his mouth, trying to relax his throat
while the long thick shaft was forced down his throat.

�You look so
pretty with my dick in your mouth,� Bagwell crooned. He watched mesmerized as
his prick slid in and out of Michael�s wet and warm mouth, �You�re even
prettier when you cry�will you cry for me now?�

Michael
frantically shook his head in refusal even as Bagwell forced his entire prick
inside his mouth causing him to gag.

�I like that
sound Pretty�you choking on my cock,� Bagwell wickedly smiled as he held
Michael�s head down on the mattress and thrust hard into the other con�s mouth.

Michael was
having difficulty breathing and placed his hands on Bagwell�s hips trying to
stop him from thrusting so hard. He could feel this own saliva leaking out of
his mouth and down his chin as his mouth was brutally raped; his gagging and
choking sounds resonated throughout the cell.

Feeling little
remorse for Scofield�s predicament, Bagwell pulled Michael�s head off the
mattress and held the other con�s head in place as he pounded in and out of the
other man�s mouth determined to get Michael to cry. �Are you hungry Scofield?
Like being fed my dick like this?�

Michael could
barely breathe and the brutality of Bagwell�s attack reminded him of Ripper�s
vicious onslaught only days earlier. He pushed desperately at Bagwell�s chest
fighting for air struggling to keep his own spit from drowning him, and he felt
the hot tears as they began to cascade down his cheeks.

�That�s
it�there�s those pretty tears,� Bagwell softly laughed. �You always want to
fight me Scofield, but I always win.� T-Bag could feel the familiar tingling in
his balls as his orgasm began traveling up his shaft, �Your hot mouth is going
to make me cum�such a good little cocksucker.� He pulled out of Scofield�s
mouth, �Stick out your tongue.� Michael�s slight hesitation cost him a hard
slap to the face, �Stick it out!�

Michael
reluctantly stuck his tongue out even as he still struggled to catch his
breath. He watched in hatred as Bagwell�s body tensed up and shook slightly as
his creamy thick seed shot out onto his tongue and onto his cheeks and lips.

Bagwell looked
down at the debauchery called Michael Scofield and smiled widely at the
delicious white release on the beautiful man�s face and lips. �You�re pretty
covered in my cum too.� He bent down and licked at
the sticky remains of his own seed, �Yummy�don�t you think?�

Michael was truly
repulsed by the other man and wanted to knock the older man on his ass, but he
kept his cool, �I suppose it�s an acquired taste.�

�A taste you�ll
soon start to crave,� Bagwell boasted as he shoved his cum-slick tongue inside
Scofield�s mouth.

Michael closed
his eyes tightly and stayed still as the other man kissed him wishing for
nothing more than a gruesome death for the rapist.

T-Bag slowly
pulled away from Michael�s frozen form, �Now, tell me�who owns you?�

�You!� Michael hatefully spat back. �Happy?�

�I suggest you
watch that temper Pretty,� Bagwell warned as he stood up and began dressing.
�It�s not appropriate for you to converse with me in that tone.�

�Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!� Michael
screamed in his head, but remained silent as the other man got dressed hoping
that the pedophile would leave soon.

T-Bag took one
final look at the mangled mess made of Michael�s left foot and lifted the white
sheet back in place above the bars, �Now, I have to go and take care of some
other business. Be a good boy.�

Michael watched
in seething rage as the other man left his cell feeling completely out of
control and defeated. For the first time sense entering the walls of Fox River, Michael began to truly doubt his plan,
doubted he could save Lincoln, and doubted he could survive a month in
T-Bag�s clutches.

**********************************************

T-Bag made his way
into the metal shop slipping the guard some coinage as he did so. He headed for
the cage where a Purity member was working determined to get his hands on
something that would stop Abruzzi from ever touching his property again.

Bagwell approached his friend with a Bible in his hand, �I�m looking to do some
damage.�

�Well you�ve come to the right place,� the other man grinned at the Alabamian.

�I want to do it slow
like,� Bagwell explained wiggling his fingers. �Inflict the maximum amount of
pain so a guy wishes he�d just die. You know, get it over with but just can�t
quite get there.�

�Oh, I got that. I
got that,� the man whispered bending down underneath a workbench to retrieve
the perfect weapon. �Look at this right here boss.�� He showed T-Bag a blade with five sharp edges
jutting out from one side. �I call it the gutter.
Jam it up there in the stomach. These bits right here hook onto the intestines
and when you pull back, poor suckers. His guts are hanging right out of his
stomach, and he�ll get a good look at them because the wound is not fatal�at
least not until the infection sets in.�

T-Bag
stared at the weapon appreciatively before placing it inside the hollowed
out Bible, �You�re one sick puppy, you know that?�

�Thank you,� the
other man replied proudly. �By the way, do I know the lucky man who will be
getting all of the gutter�s attention?�

T-Bag patted his
friend on the shoulder, �Let�s just say that a certain Sicilian is going to
learn a valuable lesson about the dangers of touching what�s mine��

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