One Way Out - Chapter 10 (Between A Rock and A Hard Place)
#10 of One Way Out
When a servine named Vito is arrested for stealing, he is introduced to the infamous Nacrene Prison, and what it has to offer. Soon, he will get to know the people in there, in more than one way... He'll make new friends and new enemies, build up his respect, and just TRY to survive, because in Prison, SURVIVAL RULES. Does contain Yaoi, lemons and Rape. Not suitable for Under 16's!
One Way Out - Chapter 10
Hey guys, it's Poké again! I think I'm going to keep the update shift the way it is at the moment. That is: update usually every fortnight on a Monday or Tuesday, as I feel this is best for my current schedule, with regards to several things going on in real life at this time.
Anyways, on with the chapter!
Well, this was certainly a predicament I should have seen coming. I mean, look at the signs earlier! That Aggron giving me that scowl, 'Slick Mick' grinning the second I cast my eyes upon him, and the list just went on!
To be honest, it wouldn't take half a genius to figure out what this tyrannical trio had in mind. They obviously liked me in a way which made me want to go drown myself in the nearest toilet and never emerge again.
The three burly Pokémon were still in their jumpsuits, and notably with the Aggron, covered in saw dust. Whereas I, was completely naked. Looks like they had plans to add humiliation to injury. But before I could gain the courage to open my mouth, the Haxorus beat me to it.
"Well, well, well... Look what we have here...!" Mick gave the introduction in that snarly, almost sing-song voice of his. "A little servine who thinks he has what it takes to survive in THIS place!" and with that, him and the Feraligatr I knew as Steve threw their heads back and chuckled in a manner I could only assume as being one of malice.
Surprisingly, it took the Aggron a quick glance at them to realise his role, and join them. I guess that guy must be the weakest of the three. Well, I wouldn't put it like that, but you know what I mean, right?
I did manage to response that time, however, as I spluttered out: "W-What are you talking about? I du-d-don't remember saying a-any of that to any of you l-lot!"
They... just kept their smirks plastered right on their faces, and the Haxorus started to move towards me, albeit slowly, accompanied by his two friends. I knew that they wanted me, so I near-instantly dashed towards the nearest jumpsuit, and managed to grab a fistful of sawdust. With my experience earlier that day, it should've irritated their eyes long enough for me to slip away and get within the presence of the guards and of course, the other prisoners.
But I completely fucked that plan up by stupidly warning them of what I would do if they didn't back off, like that would deter them!
"I-If you get this stuff in your e-eyes, it'll burn!" I warned, whilst still stuttering. But did this get the reaction out of Mick and his cronies? Definitely not.
He just cast a heinous, creepy smile at me, and then said in a near-whisper: "Honey... hush...", and before I knew it, Steve had managed to wrap his scaly, brittle arms around my neck and pretty much all my upper body, causing me to drop the handful of sawdust in the process.
I did let out a surprised yelp, but this was soon muted by that same brittle arm of the water type, and my one last resource of resistance was gone in an instant. Soon, the Haxorus got within touching distance of me, and whispered to me:
"Now... here's how things are gonna go down. First... You're gonna open that pretty little mouth of yours, and swallow when I give you to swallow... And then you're gonna do the same for Steve here," and pointed to the same Feraligatr holding me in place. "...and then the same to Larson here." and then he pointed to the Aggron, who probably had the most formal name out of the three.
I tried to maintain some sort of resistance however, and managed to spit back at them: "A-Ah! W-Whatever you put in my mouth... You're gonna lose!" and in an instant, the Haxorus' creepy grin changed into a disappointed-looking frown, followed by an angered snarl.
"Well, then..." Mick sighed, and signalled to Larson to close the door leading to the shower hall, which he did within seconds. "...Looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way... Steve, open his mouth!"
...And that was where I drew the line. I wasn't going go down without a fight.
Upon hearing this, all my emotions of fear soon turned to desperation and rage, as I let out a huge yell as I literally began to shake and shuffle around the feraligatr's grip, which caused Mick to immediately snatch onto my legs, snarling out to me: "That's right! You FIGHT! It's better that way!"
Knowing that he was about to do something unspeakable to a certain place underneath my tail, my legs managed to muster up enough strength to break free of the Haxorus' grip, and before he could even look up, he was greeted by a right foot to the face.
He was somehow knocked back quite a bit from the sudden kick. This was down to two things: Either I simply caught the prick off guard, or my feet were simply stronger than I thought they were. But to be honest, as comforting as the latter sounded, the former was most likely the main reason I managed to knock him back.
Needless to say, he was pissed off. As soon as he got up, he let out a huge growl, and signalled something to the Feraligatr, who nodded and started to compress down on my neck, causing me to choke out.
In desperation, I bared my fangs and sank them down on the Feraligatr's arm, and soon my teeth managed to penetrate the scaly, brittle skin of the water alligator, drawing blood in a near-instant. Steve clearly didn't expect this, and subsequently let me go as he gripped his arm and screamed out in pain:
" GYAAAAAH!!! MY ARM! The little fuck bit me!" And by this time, I had wriggled free, and was standing in front of the two, with an anger expression on my face. My fangs were coated with blood, and my fists were clenched.
The Haxorus cast me a glare that showed complete surprise at my sudden outburst of violence. Guess they underestimated my capabilities, I mean, I WAS a thief, after all! But to be soon, I decided to challenge the two to come near me.
"Come on, you fucking bastards! You wanna dance?! Well, let's go!" But with that shot of confidence, came a consequence. I had completely forgotten about Larson, the Aggron. Turns out the guy was right behind me, and just as I finished that sentence, punched me in the back of my head.
That punch resounded and rattled throughout my entire body, and I was down on the ground in a millisecond. As I regained my composure, I looked up to see a rather hazy dark grey figure towering above me, soon accompanied by his two companions. Soon my vision cleared, and I could clearly see their malicious grins on their faces.
"So... It looks like this little grass snake is gonna be a problem..." I could hear the Haxorus tell his friends, before looking down at me again.
"Yep... Looks like we're gonna have to teach him a lesson. Maybe next time, he'll appreciate the things we do for him..." responded Steve. And wit that, he placed his left foot on my gut, and compressed the huge weight down on it, and I let out a strained yell from the sudden shot of discomfort.
This clearly didn't deter the Water type from continuing his punishment, as he just chuckled and stomped down on my stomach, just to see me lie on the floor, writhing in sheer agony. Try to imagine having your insides pulled out with a bayonet. It felt exactly as agonising as that.
Soon, Steve did withdraw his foot from my abdomen, but I was instead pulled up by the scruff of my yellow V collar, presumably by the Aggron, and soon the Dragon type approached me, and unleashed a flurry of punches, impacting my face, my chest, and my abdomen. I grunted loudly with every punch, as the pain intensified with each blow.
The Haxorus was enjoying my pained yells, as he continued his punishment. Soon, he signalled to Steve, who joined in on the mugging. At this point, my eyes were clearly bruised, and my maw and snout were covered with blood.
This savage beating continued for about three minutes, but for me, it felt like an eternity, as I desperately tried to take my mind off of the malicious pain striking all over my body. Sadly, these blows were a tad bit too strong for me to succeed in this.
After three minutes of continuous punching, smacking and slashing, the Aggron finally dropped me onto the floor, only to initiate a new chapter in the non-fiction of the senseless assault of Yours Truly.
This chapter consisted of all three of them kicking the living hell out of me, stomping away at my head, and lobbing at my gut. I was fruitlessly trying to shield my face from any further blows, but they somehow found a way around this shoddy defence mechanism. As you can tell, this only elicited more pained groans and grunts from me, and soon my eyes began to well up with tears from the sheer pain that was being dealt.
Soon, much to my relief, the kicking stopped. As I looked up with a bewildered frown plastered across my bruised and blood-strewn face, seriously hoping that that was all they had in mind.
Unfortunately, this assumption was ultimately proven wrong.
Mick then looked at both his friends, with the same heinous grin that I had grown to despise in such a short time here, and finally ordered to the Aggron:
"Turn that little prick over... and raise his tail."
At this command, I finally lost all resolve and started shaking and thrashing wildly, screaming indecipherable profanities at the top of my voice, as the Aggron did as he was told, and roughly shove me down onto my stomach, and grabbed my tail in a vice-like grip, and raised it fair into the air.
The Haxorus wasted no time in undoing his jumpsuit, and the crazed lunatic nearly tore it apart in the process. To make matters worse, Steve the Feraligatr had decided that I shouldn't even move my head during the dragon's enforced debauchery, and used his arms to hold me in a sort of choke hold.
Unfortunately, before you ask, his arms were in a position which were impossible for me to bite down on, therefore rendering that option useless. Though, I still kept screaming in desperation, in hopes that Kaz or at least someone might hear...
Mick was not bothered by the screaming however, as his sadistic impulses clearly found it to be... intoxicating... I think it even goaded him on, as I notices his paws grip my legs, and begin to spread them apart... However, before he could proceed further, Larson shouted:
"Shit! Someone's heard us..! They're trying to break in!" And with that, I could hear the beast struggle against the door, presumably pushing his weight against it, as I could hear pounding.
Now, you would've figured that 'Slick Mick' would've ceased at that very moment, and try to help Larson, right? Well, unfortunately, you assumed wrongly. He seemed to be in a world of his own, as he just growled to his companion in the most half-hearted manner I'd heard from him:
"Shut up..."
I then turned my thoughts to Steve, who acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, as I could hear him quietly inhale and exhale. Soon I could hear more banging on the door, almost like a symphony beginning outside, with presumably fists and batons banging against the door.
However, my thoughts about this were soon cut off, as I felt something warm, hard and moist prod against my tailhole, and as soon as it contacted, I gasped out, knowing quite clearly what it was, and what purpose it was about to fulfil. Just as the Haxorus lowered himself down towards my head, and was about to say something, an event occurred that was so unexpected, I actually thought it was a hallucination for days on end.
The symphony of banging fists and batons soon reached a deafening crescendo as I heard the Aggron scream as he held the door with all his mouth, followed by a huge bang, which caused the door to squeal open, and soon several Pokémon charged into the room, screaming and roaring like wild soldiers charging their way into battle.
"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!!! I SAID, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!!!" I could hear one voice yell, and at that moment, the Haxorus and Feraligatr immediately got away from me. I turned my head dazedly to see a Sceptile shouting at the three, and about a dozen guards rushed in, and three restrained the resisting Aggron, who was kicking and screaming.
The three guards then decided to resort to force, and started beating him with their wooden clubs, clearly having no time for his behaviour. Steve then looked as if he'd seen a ghost, as he was apprehended, and cuffed up. And as for Mick... Well, the remaining guards tackled him down to the cold, hard ground and started beating the living fuck out of him!
Heh... Served the prick right...
However, all my feelings of gratitude soon turned to anguish as I noticed a familiar Samurott running towards me, bursting into the room with extreme worry. I could hear him shout my name as he rushed over to me, clearly worried.
As he managed to grab a hold of me, my vision started to blur up, obscuring whatever look he had on his face. But from what I could tell, his voice was still full with worry.
"Vito..! Please... Say something! What the hell did those fuckers do to you?!" He desperately demanded, showing extreme concern for my well-being. I was able to reply, but it was barely coherent.
"Ah...! B-Bastards jumped me... Tried to... do things...." and with that, I just blacked out, and all other sounds in the room became more muffled, until they inevitably degenerated into silence.
The next thing I know, I wake up in the same room, only that I'm currently being lifted up on a stretcher by two guards, but with no Kaz in sight... After looking around as best as I could for the Samurai pokémon, this came to no avail, as I blacked out again...
Now I'm scared again...
Why did this have to happen to me?!
Well, there we go! The long awaited Chapter 10 of One Way Out draws to a close! I hope the sudden turns and shocks to the system did good favours for you! Please don't forget to leave a review, stating your thoughts on this chapter, and if you have any issues with it, make sure to give constructive criticism! Plain and hurtful flames will most likely be deleted.
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