Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

Oh, yes. Indeed we shall. Joaquin replied, smiling a peculiar smile. After studying her for a while with judging eyes, he concluded You look tough. It sounded like a compliment, but he soon devalued it by adding That will not work towards your advantage in here. The weak ones find their peace, while the strong ones suffer all hell. The Boss ate up the last bits of egg from his plate, and let out a loud, satisfied burp as he put the cutlery down on the table. Grunting, he slowly rose up from his seat. Standing up he was only a couple of inches taller than Joanne, but his body was impressive along other dimensions. The Boss leaving seemed to signal the end of the breakfast, since the rest of the inmates also got up from the table. They all headed towards a big door with the rather ironic word Exit written over it. Joaquin was not late to follow the others example, and as usual he took hold of Joannes wrist to drag her with him. On their way out Ass, who was on her way to clean up the plates, bumped into Joanne in what at least was supposed to look like an accident. The brunette was drenched in some kind of rosy perfume, but it still could not completely cover the musky scent of manly sweat that oozed from her body. She only had time to whisper three short words Drink it now! Her voice was not stern and demanding, on the contrary her comment was more of a compassionate pledge. The not so aptly labeled door did off course not lead out of the prison, instead it led out to a big exercise yard surrounded by tall, grey concrete walls with barbed wire on the top and watch towers in the corners. There was nothing sprouting in the yard, not a single green plant except for a few dry weeds growing in the reddish, dusty gravel that covered the ground. The yard was filled with inmates. Some were engaged in a frantic game of basketball, while others lifted weights and some just sat around waiting for better times. The sun was shining and there was not a cloud in the clear blue sky hardly surprising the temperature was above 30 C. Joaquin led her towards the middle of the yard where the Boss had already sat down in a lounger, it's legs bending slightly under the pressure of his weight. He was shaded from the hot sun by a parasol and on a small table next to him stood a glass of orange juice with some ice cubes floating in it. They stopped a couple of meters in front of the Boss. Since you are such a headstrong girl and we don't have all the time in the world, we will have to make it a little bit more tricky for you. Joaquin said while another inmate handed him a single tailed whip made of black leather and dropped a pair of pink shoes with ridiculously high stiletto heels in front of Joannes feet. You will be running, wearing those. Joaquin informed her in a factual tone. Even though he apparently knew a lot about her, he did not seem to have researched her shoe size, because the shoes looked at least a couple of sizes to small. If you run to slow, I will hit you. he said and tried out the whip by lashing it in the air with a loud snap. If you fall, I will hit you. Another snap as he tried out the whip again, this time closer to Joanne. If you pass out your body will be free for all to use until you wake up. He lashed the whip a third time, and now it was so close that Joanne could feel the wind. Need I say that you will resume running or be whipped once you wake up? But off course you can end it all at anytime by just taking your drink. he said gesturing towards the Boss on who's table an inmate just placed the two glasses with the despicable content. The man who had come with the whip and her shoes had prepared a track for her to follow by scraping his foot in a circle with a diameter of about ten meters around the boss. So what are you waiting for? Joaquin asked. Get the shoes on and start running! You have 30 seconds before I start hitting you!