Thin Ice 6 - Hangman & Socrates (16 page)

“
Get up Cisneros,” the gruff voice ordered.

Making his way to his feet Carlo blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight that was coming through the window directly outside the cell.

“
Come on, your sentence has been shortened,” he told him leading Carlo to the shower and leaving him with another guard.

Carlo turned on the water and began washing the filth from his body, wondering who and what had gotten him out of confinement some ten days early.

Returning to his cell he entered and sat on his bunk. Several guards and another man he’d never seen came through, stopping at various cells. His was one of them.

“
Is this the infamous Hangman Cisneros,” the man in the suit asked giving Carlo a dismissive look.

Immediately angry, he returned the man’s stare as the guards answered his question.

“
Well Mr. Cisneros, I’m warden Jack Duggard, and in this prison you are simply another inmate who will obey my rules, do you understand,” he threw out arrogantly as Carlo simply regarded him silently.

“
He doesn’t really talk warden,” one of the guards tried, seeing the look on Carlo’s face as he regarded the new Warden.

“
Hmph,” Duggard replied and continued on his journey.

Carlo looked around seeing Horse sweeping the cellblock and caught his eye. He casually swept his way over to Carlo’s cell and listened intently to the whispered instructions he was given, nodding and going back to his regular routine as Carlo sat calmly once again and continued thinking about his daughter. Lauren would be almost twenty now.
Even more beautiful than she was when we were together,
the demon began once again.
Don’t you miss her, miss her scent, her taste as we licked her tight little pussy,
it continued to ramble.
Shut up, I didn’t do that to her, I would never hurt Lauren, never,
Carlo’s sanity tried to speak up.

It was immediately drowned out with the laughter that came from the demon.
Of course we fucked her stupid. Her pussy was wonderful, tight, and wet. We loved filling it with cum, she was delicious and you let her get away, weak bastard,
the demon hissed. Carlo began hitting himself in the head to make the voices stop. He needed to be high. He had been sober entirely too long. He began to cough uncontrollably again. He hadn’t felt well for the last few months but dismissed it to the cold and damp conditions seemingly always present in the facility.
Nothing some pussy or a good blow job won’t fix,
the demon again taunted.
Shut up,
his sanity screamed trying to tell Carlo to request a visit to the infirmary.
That shit is for the weak, we’re not weak,
the demon protested as Carlo agreed with it and pushed thoughts of the infirmary from his mind. Loomie was walking by running an errand for the prison office when Carlo spotted him.

“
Hey,” he called out as Loomie stopped walking and looked around nervously.

He’d heard the new warden was a real asshole and he didn’t want to spend any time locked up in solitary.

“
I’m horny,” Carlo said simply.

“
I can’t right now Hangman, the warden --,” he tried as Carlo grabbed him and pulled him right up to the bars.

“
I said I want to be relieved right now,” he growled his face blackened with rage.

“
OK, OK, but not here,” Loomie quickly replied as Carlo grunted and followed him to the laundry room.

His cell door was seldom locked; it was one of the few perks he and Cartier enjoyed.

Arriving Loomie locked the door, propping a chair behind it as he went to his knees preparing to give Carlo head.

“
No,” he told him stopping him.

“
But Hangman, you said --,” Loomie began when Carlo spoke, interrupting him.

“
I want to fuck you,” he told him as Loomie caught the smile threatening to overtake him.

He’d been waiting for almost a year plus since he first started pleasuring Carlo, for them to go to the next level.

“
OK Hangman, whatever you want,” he replied softly as Carlo actually kissed him stroking his body gently, grinding his hardness against him.

Pulling Loomie's pants down, Carlo turned him around and pushed him against the small sink, spreading him and entering him.

“
Ohhh, Hangman,” Loomie moaned as Carlo began thrusting into him, eyes closed the demon taking over.

Mmm, doesn’t this feel good,
the demon spoke as Carlo continued to thrust into Loomie.
Tight like Lauren, warm, perfect for you,
it went on.
Give the sissy what he wants, fuck him to death, fuck him to death Carlo, hit him harder, fuck him,
the demon was screaming as Carlo, now drenched in sweat continued to punish Loomie who was crying and begging him to stop.

“
This is what you want isn’t it,” he growled arm around the man’s throat.

Loomie was gasping for air as Carlo’s rhythm reach a crescendo and he came hard shuddering deeply.

“
You’re not a woman, you’ll never be a woman,” he continued to hiss in Loomie’s ear as he killed him.

The demon finally satisfied, Carlo let the man’s limp body drop to the floor, pulled his own pants back up and calmly walked back to his cell, enjoying the hit of heroin that was delivered while he was gone.

*****

Cartier was anxious. Lonette hadn’t shown up and it wasn’t like her to be late, ever.
Something’s wrong,
his gut told him.

“
Lemmings,” Big Pete bellowed, standing outside Cartier’s cell.

“
Yeah, what,” he returned, not in the mood for nonsense today.

“
Let’s go,” Pete barked as Cartier gave him a look, but followed nonetheless.

Without a word they headed to the older end of the prison, an annex where they kept extra equipment and useless junk that hadn’t be requisitioned or disposed of yet.

“
Why are we down here,” Cartier asked taking in the desolate area.

“
We’re here so none of your boys can help you, and no one can hear you scream,” he replied, hitting Cartier hard with the baton he carried.

Stung from the surprise of the blow, Cartier immediately threw up his arm to defend himself from further assault. Pete charged him, baton swinging, as Cartier stepped out of the way and connected to his midsection with a hard underhand right. The big man dropped to his knees, Cartier immediately on his back choking him.

“
What the fuck,” Pete sputtered flipping Cartier and trying to grapple with him.

Cartier quickly slipped from his grasp unleashing a flurry of punches to Pete’s face and body. Pete scrambled away from the assault as both men were now on their feet regarding each other murderously.

“
What the hell is your problem with me muthafucka,” Cartier asked, spitting blood from his mouth.

“
Lonette,” Pete answered calmly.

“
Don’t be jealous bitch, you don’t have the dick for the job, that’s all, shit,” Cartier taunted as Pete charged him again and Cartier caught him with a knee to the gut.

He kicked him again and dropped him to the ground completely, sitting on his chest now pounding his face into a bloody mess, before Pete found strength to push him off again and rise to his feet.

“
I’m going to kill you Lemmings, this is all your damned fault,” he screamed, almost over the edge.

“
What the fuck are you talking about you crazy sonofabitch,” Cartier returned.

“
Lonette, she’s dead, dead cause of you, you bastard,” Pete screamed beginning to cry now.

Cartier was stunned.
What the hell does he mean dead, Lonette cannot be dead,
his mind was blaring as he continued to regard the man in front of him.

“
I just wanted to love her, to be with her,” Pete was still talking, his eyes screaming death as he looked at Cartier. “But she was in love with you, she wanted your convict ass over me,” he raged, looking ready to attack again.

“
Did you kill her you psycho,” Cartier asked, his nerves on edge.

“
It was an accident,” Pete yelled, answering his question. “We were making love and she got scared, she tried to fight me and hit her head, I didn’t mean to hurt her,” he continued the tears and snot flowing freely as Cartier saw red.

“
You killed Lonette,” he said slowly, each word struggling to get out between his tightly clenched teeth.

Cartier saw the piece of discarded pipe lying behind where Pete stood. Moving he made the big man move, just as he wanted, changing positions now so that he was within arm’s reach of the pipe.

“
I’m going to kill you Lemmings, you took away my Lonette, and I’m going to kill you,” he raged charging Cartier yet another time.

Wrapping his hand around the pipe, Cartier caught Pete right under the jaw, stunning him and stopping his movement. Cartier went to work with the pipe, blood spray covering the wall in a macabre masterpiece of death as he killed the guard, beating him beyond recognition and stabbing him repeatedly with the pipe.

“
Socrates,” Horse yelled, coming up behind him and grabbing him off Pete’s dead body.

“
Come on man, you can’t be out here,” he told him looking in Cartier’s eyes now as he finally began to calm down and return to himself.

Horse took the pipe and threw it down the hole leading to the sewer. It would settle to the bottom of all the filth and feces there and no one would ever find it.

“
Take your shit off,” he told Socrates as he peeled off his prison uniform, clad only in his shorts now.

Horse quickly undressed and gave him his clothes.

“
Go back to your cell, I’ll take care of this,” he told him as Socrates nodded, glanced one last time at the dead man on the concrete floor and went back to his cell, closing his eyes and saying a silent prayer for Lonette’s soul and finally telling her he loved her.

*****

Devontae told her to stay in the car once they arrived at the nightclub in Alabama.

“
Are you sure,” she asked giving him a look.

“
It’s straight baby, these guys are cool,” he returned confidently as she shrugged and said okay.

Kaitlyn took in the scenery remarking to herself that the club was in a very odd location. There was nothing else but trees for at least another 5 miles at least.
Guess that’s why they do so well in business though huh,
she continued to think as Devontae returned to the car getting something out of the trunk.

“
You okay,” he asked sticking his head in the car.

Kaitlyn shook her head that she was fine and he blew her kiss walking away again. She thought about the call from Jaleesa before she left. Seemed Kaitlyn was right, Deuce was beating her and to make matters worse she was pregnant.
I told her to get on the pill,
Kaitlyn thought as she sighed deeply. She and Jaleesa were heading for the clinic tomorrow for her to get the abortion. Devontae told her she could take his car. Kaitlyn had gotten a real license once she turned eighteen using the fake ID she’d gotten in Chicago. Of course everyone who saw the license thought she was the 21 years old that it said, which made her chuckle.

Devontae again exited the club, this time one of the men accompanied him and they stood outside chatting. Kaitlyn looked him over thinking he was very attractive. Tall and chocolate, his head was shaved bald. They chatted pleasantly for the next few minutes smiling and laughing with each before exchanging handshakes and Devontae headed back to the car.

“
Sorry it took so long baby,” he apologized as Kaitlyn told him it was fine.

The other man had gone back inside the club and Devontae made no mention of who he was, so she didn’t ask.

”
Don’t you wanna drive back,” he teased as Kaitlyn rolled her eyes playfully and told him to pull over.

They exchanged seats and she drove as he napped. Her mind was racing again as it sometimes did when she spent too much time quiet or alone.
“Daddy, what are you doing, daddy, please, no,” she was crying as Auriel drooled blood, her head on the edge of the princess canopy bed Carlo bought. “I’m showing you what happens to liars Lauren,” Carlo replied, pulling the knife out. “Daddy please, no,” Lauren screamed as he slowly pulled the razor sharp blade across her mother’s throat and blood spattered her skin. “You’re my wife now Lauren, do you understand that,” Carlo questioned as she nodded profusely, terrified. “You will never lie to me will you,” he asked once more as she assured him she wouldn’t. “Good girl, good girl,” Carlo replied, taking the .45 and shooting her mother in the head, brain matter covering the wall as Auriel’s eyes lost their light.

“
Baby, you missed the turn,” Devontae told her, waking momentarily from his nap.

“
I’m sorry,” she replied, still shaken from the recollection.

“
It’s cool, just turn when you get up to the next intersection, it’ll take us back,” he replied sweetly and settled down for another nap.