"Oh you are in so much trouble, you piece of shit." the red-headed guard had found me. In one quick move I was up, over his shoulder and he was taking me away from the kitchen probably back to the cells because very soon he started descending a flight of stairs.
"Put me down!" I yelled. This is demeaning, even for a prisoner. And it didn't really feel good on the stomach either. I was hanging upside down from his back while my stomach was pressed against his shoulder and blood flooded my head.
Needless to say I was begining to feel nauseous.
Shockingly, he did.
He kindly pushed my legs up and threw me completely over his shoulder and I landed on the ground.
I got up with a slight grunt and stretched the c***k out of my back.
That wasn't a nice fall.
I frowned at
