Detective Dickson 3 : Identify Crisis

Escape from Jail I

The sun was shining brightly, a group of men were working on am open space which was surrounded by a metal gate, there was a tall building directly adjacent to the open space.

All the men in the open space were busy, either a group playing basketball, some playing soccer, while a few just hung around and spoke lightly, they each wore orange clothes, they were all men, they were a bunch of men who stood close to the gates, they were dressed in uniform, they seemed to be overseeing the others dressed in orange. In case you haven't guessed it, it was jail, seriously, try and keep up.

Every day was like every other, everyone had their clocks except for a single inmate, he sat down on the ground and bowed his head into his knees, he had long bushy dark hair, a disgusting scar which covered his left eye extending all over to his nose and lips, it was depressing as he once was a very handsome man, his name is Marcel.

It was his ninth year in Jail, he was involved in human trafficking and he was good at it, he evaded the police force for over six years, though he was arrested many times, there was never any solid proof against him until a certain detective came along and f****d things up with him, while he was facing trial in course, human trafficking wasn't his only lawful offence, he had attempted m*********r on several cases, he was eventually given life imprisonment.

"Dickson, you son of a d**k, I swear, I will hunt you for what you did" Marcel mutters to himself, he was a tall lanky man of six feet.

"b***h, look up" someone shouts in his direction, Marcel still kept his head in between his legs, if he ignored the person, he hoped he would go away. Well, his hopes were dashed as he feels his legs being pulled, Alarmed, he released his head but too late, he was slammed violently on his back.

He felt blood rush from his lips, he must have bitten himself in the process, Marcel ignored the pain, sitting up, he looks to see the person who had injured him.

"Ooh, noo" Marcel muttered sadly, standing before him was six and a half foot musclebound man, his head was shaved smooth and he had a lot of scars on his face and body, he was really popular in prison, he was Bob Cane, he was a mass murderer but there wasn't any dignity in how he eliminated his targets, he preferred to subject his victims to intense amount of torture and pain with his brute strength and wit before killing them.

"What do you want?" Marcel says out with an annoyed tone as he gets up to his feet.

"It's more of what I want to inspect before I r****h it" Bob replies with a devilish grin.

"What the f**k do you mean?"Marcel says with an exasperated tone.

"Can you suck d**k?" Bob says fisting his palms.

Marcel face was crestfallen, Bob had no problem fitting into jail when he had come because of his reputation, even the wardens were scared shitless of him, well, he didn't make it easy for other prisoners, he was always seen sexually abusing them in open and secret corners.

"Do...do...do...don't you have enough bitches to do that for you?" Marcel blurts out trying to maintain a straight face.

"I have but I am open to new experiences, besides, I like to open my b***h's ass when I am done with them. From your looks, I can tell you have a virgin ass, that's good cause I am tired of all this big assholes, I want a tight asshole for a change" Bob says a devilish smile creeping on his face. Marcel's face had horror written all over it, most people had avoided him in prison cause of his looks for the last nine years, he didn't wanna be no one's b***h especially Bob, he had seen Bob's manhood before, that thing would rip his poor ass in two.

"I...i.. am straight" Marcel mutters out, Bob smiles devilishly, he slaps Marcel hard on his shoulders.

"Well, there is a first for everything, you should be honored, nothing will ever f**k you with a face like that."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that" Marcel said getting agitated.

"Why do you say that?" Bob asks with a mocking tone.

"Your mother got laid, didn't she?" Marcel replies with a smirk.

"Ooh, you little bastard" Bob shouts, his face getting all flustered, he launches himself at Marcel but Marcel expecting that dodges to the left, getting to the back of the huge individual, he knees him in the groin.

"You sure you still want me to suck your d**k" Marcel smiles. Bob kneels in pain, he covers his manhood but quickly brushes the pain off. Instantly, he turns and makes another dash for Marcel, the only difference is that this time he was way faster and Marcel didn't have time to react. Bob lifts him by his legs. He raises Marcel in the air. He falls flatly on the ground with Marcel facing downwards crashing the poor helpless body on the ground.

Marcel was on the ground, the contact with the ground caused his head to spin, he kept seeing colours but that wasn't the worst part yet, he felt an arm removing his trouser, looking up, he sees Bob, he had a scary look on his face, he tears Marcel's underwear wide open. Bob turns him over causing his face to kiss the the dirt.

Bob began to remove his trousers.

"You are in for a nice pounding, bitch." Bob says with glee in his voice, before he could proceed, he feels a baton smash his skull, he staggers forward and another baton makes contact with his guts, Bob looked around, he then noticed that his little brawl with Marcel had been the centre of attention, all the inmates had stopped their previous activities and were now watching him, there were about five wardens facing him, they each had batons and they were smacking him silly with them.

Soon they threw themselves at him and were dragging him back.

Slowly, Marcel turned around, he was recovering from his impact with the floor, this wasn't the first fight he had since he came to jail, because of his stature, some other inmates had first tried to bully him for his food ration but he had injured the bunch severely singlehandedly. He slowly sat up and pulled his trousers to waist level.

"I AM STILL GONNA f**k YOU, b***h, YOU HEAR ME!!!" Bob shouted at the top of his voice as the wardens led him away.

"This can't be good" Marcel mutters as he gets up. He had fear written on his face, he didn't want his ass expanded. He had seen Bob work on an inmate before, he was crying bitterly, blood was gushing out of the poor guy's bottom and Bob still kept thrusting fiercely, Bob had done far and worse terrible things even to the new inmates.

He had never thought of escaping jail before but with Bob after his ass, he was going to no to live this place.

"Guess my Gramps was right, the fear of getting your ass bursted will give you mental strength" Marcel thinks to himself, the bell rang indicating it was time for them to go back to their cells. Marcel shared a cell with one of Bob's victims, the guy was supposed to be sentenced for three years imprisonment, he had barely spent a month but he wept very day, in his first week of being in prison, he had to patch his ass due to insane ass bursting.

Marcel spots his roommate walking out, blood was oozing out of his butt, it was almost a normal occurrence as it happened daily.

"He got his ass burst again, poor kid" Marcel thinks as he catches up with him.

"What happened?" Marcel asks. The inmate turned towards him, he had tears in his eyes, he was about five and a half feet tall, he had a frail stature.

"Some of the guys wanted to have a threesome, I refused but they wouldn't hear it, they dragged me into a corner" the inmate began, he began to weep profusely.

"Just let it out, Todd and tell me about it" Marcel says empathetically, Todd collapses into Marcel's chest.

"They took me into a corner, one of them forced his d**k into my mouth, he kept slapping me telling me to lick the tippppppp" Todd wept even more as he narrated the story. Marcel who was consoling him couldn't help but laugh internally.

"The other guy removed my trousers, he kept entering into me hard shouting, yes I am coming, I am coming, why, why, why, why did I have to come to prison, I thought all this was exaggeration, I just want to go home with my nana" Todd said crying, he was nineteen years of age, he had always been homeschooled most of his life because his mind and body was weak.

"Don't worry, Todd, I promise to get you out of here" Marcel said feigning a smile.

Soon the two of them entered their room, the warden who was following behind them locked the door after they had entered.

"How am I gonna escape from here" Marcel mutters to himself

"I don't want to suck d**k, I don't wanna be like Todd."

As if on cue, someone rushed to the entrance of his cell, it was Bob, he had a crazy look on his face and he seemed to be out of breath. Marcel staggers backwards, fear written all over his face.

"You better start practicing on your faggot over there cause come tonight, you will be sucking my d**k hard, do it below my expectations and I am gonna slice your tongue out" Bob ends, as soon as he was done, three wardens came, they kept pulling him away from the entrance but he was strong and sturdy even for them as he kept his fingers on the gate. Marcel looked at the wardens, he could see a bunch of keys dangling out from the belts of one of them. His attention wasn't focused on him, it was more on Bob, as stealthy and quickly as he can, Marcel launches his hands forward, he grabs the bunch and quickly hides it behind his back. The wardens eventually pried Bob's fingers from the cell's gate, they escorted him away with Bob constantly shouting about how he would m******e Marcel's ass.

Marcel staggered back, he had a look of relief on his face, his ass and tongue were virgin and he would love to keep it that way. Marcel turns towards Todd, he had a plan, he was finally going to escape this s**t hole and have his revenge on d**k.

"Todd, you wanna get out of here?" Marcel smiles at him.

Todd's face lits up, he stopped crying on the bed, sitting up on the bed.

"How?"

"I have this" Marcel says showing the bunch of keys dangling.

Todd's face was full of smiles.

"Let's escape now then, I can't suck another dick."

"That would be stupid, the guards are always on duty, we will be caught if we try to escape, we need a plan and I have got the right one in mind" Marcel ends with a creepy grin.

"So you do have a plan?" Todd asks his face still lit up.

"Yes, I do, we make our first move today during dinner, in order for us not to get caught, we have to get a few guys in" Marcel smiles as he walks towards his bed, he lifts up the pillow, there were lots of rusted keys under it.

"Ever since I came here, I have been surveying the grounds looking for keys, what we are gonna do is mix the two keys with each other. We just need to have the wardens focus on the other guys while we make our merry escape."

Marcel began to remove keys from the bunch he had with him.

"I don't understand, what do you mean?" Todd asks.

"All the keys I found are invalid, the locks to our cells are constantly changed every week, Luckily, it's the same brand, meaning the wardens or inmates don't know if it's the same or different key, what I am gonna do is tailor that to my advantage."

The bell had been rung for dinner, many inmates were collecting their food from the people serving, Marcel and Todd were on a table, the tray in front of them was empty. They were surrounded by a bunch of frail-looking inmates(like Todd, they ain't very lucky).

"Look man, I am tired of sucking d***s, I can't do this s**t no more" One of the inmates who was facing Marcel said. He was black and small in stature.

"Good, that's why we are gonna break out" Marcel answers with a sly smile.

"And how are we gonna do that" another inmate asks.

"Through this" Marcel says as he slides a bunch of keys towards them, this causes their faces to open in awe.

"So gentlemen, are you up for this or you wanna sit back here and let your ass be burst like a can of cookies."