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With a loud groan, Hanson pulled himself up into a sitting position. It was time for the evening meal but Tom would have liked nothing better than to remain lying on his bunk, resting his aching body. But he knew he had to confront his attackers or risk losing face. The McQuaids had a reputation as tough, resilient delinquents and Tom needed the inmates of The Zone to see that the beating had not broken his spirit.
Standing up, he limped over to the mirror that hung over the small sink in his cell. He examined his battered face, wincing as his fingers carefully checked over his nose to see if it was broken. His eyes were already starting to blacken and he had a large gash over his right brow. His knuckles had split but were already scabbing over and the pain in his hand gave him some sense of satisfaction that at least he had managed to get in a few good punches. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper, he dampened it under the faucet before carefully dabbing at his bloodied face. Tossing the paper into the toilet, he unzipped his jeans and emptied his bladder. Flushing the lavatory, he turned and limped out of his cell and into the communal eating area. Soft murmurs echoed around the room when he walked in and several boys pointed towards him. He stood silently in line and watched as the swill that the cook served as food slopped unappealingly onto his tray. He noticed that the boy serving him only gave him a half ration but as he was not hungry, he decided not to complain. Hobbling over to an empty table, he sat down and forced himself to eat, his injured right hand struggling to hold on to his fork. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Matty and Bloodhound approach him. He gripped his fork, grimacing slightly as he felt his damaged knuckles split open but he ignored the pain. Keeping his expression tranquil, he continued to eat, unwilling to show fear in front of a room full of youths.
Matty and Bloodhound sat down opposite Tom and stared at him with unbridled loathing. A guard walked past and neither boy spoke until he was out of earshot. “How you feeling Tommy?” Bloodhound snorted, as he reached out and attempted to stroke Tom’s battered face.
Hanson instinctively jerked away, the grip on his fork tightening. “Never better,” he muttered as he boldly made eye contact with his attackers. “I had worse beatings in kindergarten.”
Matty Richardson’s expression darkened as his hand darted forward and grasped Tom’s wrist, squeezing it tightly. “You need to learn to keep that smart mouth of yours shut McQuaid.”
In a flash, Tom jammed his fork deep into the tender flesh between Matty’s thumb and forefinger. As the teenager yelped in pain, Tom yanked his hand out of Richardson’s grasp and stood up. “And you need to learn that you’re messing with the wrong guy,” he murmured before picking up his tray and walking away as adrenaline coursed through his body. He had probably made a mistake in challenging Matty again but he was fast running out of options. He could sit back and take the beatings or he could assert himself as someone not to be messed with. It was a dangerous game as he knew he was at risk of alienating himself from everyone on the block and in doing so, he would never find out who had administered the lethal dose of heroin to Ricky Green. However, if he could gain the respect of his fellow inmates, it would make it much easier to find out how the drugs were getting into Riverbend. He had to keep a clear head and remember that he had an objective and the sooner he solved the case, the sooner he could leave The Dead Zone.
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Lights out came at nine o’clock and for the first time since he had found himself alone in the detention center, Tom managed to relax. He lay on his bunk, churning the day’s events over in his mind. He was starting to second-guess his judgment, not sure that he was handling the case in the best way possible. He wanted nothing more than to be able to discuss it with his superior officer but he had no means of doing so. Even if he managed to make a phone call, he could not talk about his predicament with dozens of ears listening in. Sighing deeply, he rolled carefully onto his side and closed his eyes, willing sleep to come quickly so he could escape his current situation for a few hours.
At the sound of his door slowly opening, Tom awoke from a light slumber. He had no time to react before he found himself dragged from his bunk by several pairs of hands. He groaned loudly as his attackers bent his battered body over the side of the sink and held him firmly down, his head twisted around to face his bed. Something sharp jabbed at his neck and he started to struggle, fearing that he was about to meet the same fate as Ricky Green.
Matty’s face came into view as he squatted down beside Tom. He wore a sadistic smile as he tenderly touched Tom’s face. “So Tommy, it looks like you’re a slow learner. You’d better listen to what I’m gonna say and if you struggle, Bloodhound’s gonna shove that shiv deep into your neck, understand?”
“Yes,” Tom managed to grunt, unable to keep the fear out of his eyes.
“Good boy,” Matty murmured as his fingers continued to stroke Tom’s battered face. “You’re such a pretty little thing, just like Ricky was. I miss Ricky and we had a lot of fun together. But he became hard work, you know what I mean? So I’m telling you now Tommy, this is the way it’s gonna be. You are gonna be my bitch. You’ve been in juvy before, you know how it works and if any of my boys feel theurge too, well I have no problem with that. The more the merrier I say.”
Tom’s eyes widened with terror. He knew exactly what Matty meant and he needed to think fast otherwise his life was about to change forever. Swallowing deeply, he attempted to smile, hoping against hope that he could reason with the disturbed teen. “Matty man, you don’t have to do this,” he said in a soft voice. “You’ve proved you’re in charge, I’ll follow what you say okay?”
“Oh you’ll do what I say Tommy,” Matty murmured, his eyes black with arousal. “Otherwise you’ll find yourself lying on the floor with a shiv sticking out of your neck.” Richardson stood up and moved around behind Tom. “Hold him firm,” he instructed. “I don’t mind a bit of struggling but it takes the fun out of it if he’s movin’ around too much.”
Tom immediately started to fight back. “NO!” he screamed when he felt unidentified hands pull down his boxers. “Matty please don’t! Oh God! Please don’t! Please! Just STOP!” He jumped when he the homemade knife stabbed against his throat.
“Shh gorgeous boy,” Matty murmured in his ear. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”
“NOOO!” Tom shrieked, as he felt Matty’s erect cock pushing against his hole. “STOP! DON’T! OH GOD… OH GOD!”
The pain Tom felt was excruciating as Matty entered his body and pushed his erection past the tight ring of muscle. His attacker had not used any lubrication and tears spilled from Tom’s terrified eyes as his delicate anal tissue tore. A hand grabbed at his cock and began to tug as he continued to struggle and scream.
“Stop moving,” Matty growled as he slammed his cock deep into Tom’s hot body. As he continued to fondle and tug at Hanson’s limp cock, he murmured softly against his ear. “C’mon Tommy, I know you’re enjoying it, show me how much you like the feel of my cock up your ass.”
“FUCK YOU!” Tom shouted hysterically.
Loud laughter resonated around the room and Bloodhound’s face came into Tom’s vision. “Actually Tommy boy, I think Matty’s fucking you!”
Tom screwed his eyes shut, unable to do anything about the rape that Matty was perpetrating. He could hear the other teens in the room cheering loudly as Matty pumped in and out of his resisting body. Several minutes passed and Matty’s panting became louder as he neared his climax and with a loud cry, the teen forcefully ejaculated deep inside of Hanson.
Withdrawing his cock, Matty tucked himself away before again squatting down beside Tom. “Not bad gorgeous boy,” he laughed softly. “Didn't expect you to be a virgin, not with that pretty face. Bonus for me huh?”
“I’ll fucking kill you,” Tom spat, his eyes blazing wildly as he continued to struggle against his captors.
“No you won’t gorgeous boy,” Matty whispered. “Because if you do, you’ll never get out of here and there’ll always be someone more than willing to take my place and make you their bitch.”
Standing up, Matty nodded at his friends. “Let him go, he can’t take us all on.”
Tom found himself released and he instantly dropped to the floor. Matty and his gang quickly exited the room and closed the cell door softly behind them. Once alone, Tom broke down completely as the reality of what had happened hit him. Looking down he could see blood and semen covering his thighs and his stomach lurched. He only just managed to crawl to the toilet before he violently vomited up his last meal. He sat hugging the toilet bowl as his body shuddered and tears streamed down his beautiful face.
The sound of his cell door opening had him spinning around in fear. Morty the guard stood in the doorway, his face impassive. “You need to take a shower,” he muttered coldly.
Staring back in disbelief, Tom felt as though he was in a dream. “Help me,” he whispered. “He raped me, oh God he raped me!”
Stepping forward, Morty pulled Tom to his feet. “You’ve got a lot to learn kid. What happens in The Zone, stays in The Zone. Now c’mon, you’ve gotta get cleaned up.”
Too dazed to fight, Hanson allowed the guard to escort him to the shower block. He turned on the faucets and set the temperature to as hot as his skin could bear. His mind screamed that he was washing away the evidence, something as a cop he knew was the wrong thing to do but at that point, he did not care. All he wanted was to rid himself of the blood and semen that coated his legs. As the scalding water cascaded over his abused body, he sobbed uncontrollably. In a few short minutes his life had changed irrevocably and he did not know how or when the nightmare would end. Until Adam Fuller gave the order to pull him out of Riverbend, he was at the mercy of Matty Richardson and those who answered to him.
There was no way out, he was like a fly caught in a spider’s web and until someone rescued him, The Zone had him trapped.
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