Tyson
Watching the entire scene unfold was surreal and one of the most entertaining things I’d ever witnessed. Whalen and his guards completely forgot all about me as they charged the guy. I was pretty sure I heard someone call him Oscar.
He was thrown face down to the ground, and I couldn’t help but wince at the pain I’m sure he felt in his still hard d**k as it was smashed between his body and the ugly brown linoleum.
“I trusted you, I’ve never once doubted anything you said, and this is what you’ve been doing? And somehow, the f*****g prisoners know about it?!” Whalen screamed at Matilda.
She was still on her knees, drenched in Oscar’s piss, and who knew what else, with very little to say. She’d been caught outright, and it would take an act of god to get her out
