Thread: Killers Affair —  [LackingInHeart & Death by orgasm]

Killers Affair Read at your own risk. This RP includes very dark elements that range from violent rape, gore, violence, sadism, torture, murder Lumbertion Correctional Institution County Fayentville Inmate capacity 768 Inmate gender Male Custody level Medium Staff size 260 Dont look, Jillian . Dont look. The courtyard of the prison always had the light of it being 4 oclock. The fences of the perimeter of the property were exceptionally tall constructed with electrical barb wire. It served the purpose to keep intruders out and the inmates inside. A deluge of inmates crowded the part of the fence of the walk way inside the prison and followed the group of staff and visitors, cocks in hands, mechanically jacking themselves off, hungry eyes on the two ladies. Others simply yelled out. Im in god-dmn prison! Im in prison, god-dmnnitt!! Whoo, Sugr! Finally, Im in motha-fuckin prison! Give me a call sometime. My Inmate ID number is- Fap Fap Fap Two ladies and an armed man entered the large steel doors that lead inside the prison. The doors shut quicker than it took for it to open. They stood in a brightly lit, gray schemed foyer-like room that branched out to the area of the prison. In the front of them aligned service windows on a wall. Without a word, each walked up to a window in an awkward silence, briefed with the employee at the window their reason for being here today and signed in. Jillian reported she transferred back here as a part of a college program and mentioned that her request to interview inmates for a research paper was to commence today. The other girl worked as a nurse, and the guy as a security officer. A loud buzz came from some unknown place. It gave them all a bit of a scare and an alarmed expression as they bypassed the second set of doors. You two are amazing for walking me in. Jillian thanked and tucked her short shoulder-length hair behind her ears, the light colored shiny strands flew through her slender digits like silk. I dont know how I could do that, even once, by myself back then. Welcome back. The security officer said sarcastically. He looked to the two ladies in the circle they gathered. Be safe. Shelly has assigned me to sector 208 today. Thats mean I got to go this way. He jabbed a thumb behind him, then unfolded the hand and waved. The ladies said goodbye to the officer. The nurse wished him luck over in that building. And youre going this way. The nurse gestured to the long, narrow hallway that laid before their eyes. To the visitor space. Follow me. After a moment they were strode down the hall. The ceilings had height. The same grey scheme as the foyer-like room. Though it did not make the place feel any larger despite the grand height of the ceilings. The halls lacked openness and it was a simple layout. Doors were scattered on either side of the walls every eleven feet or so. Click, click, click, click, click, click. You know, I would invest in some shoes without any kind of heel or shoe that makes nose when you walk if I was you, Jillian. The nurse told her, whom was behind her. Why do you say that? Jillian inquired. On her feet she wore black leather dress style shoes with matching laces that was hardly a quarter of an inch in height. It was just the style of the soles. Yes, yes, I really do. The nurse, Grace, said firmly. These lumber-monkeys start masturbating themselves just to the sound of a woman walking near them. Im telling you, they do not care, they will do it. They will drop trousers and start servicing themselves in the middle of courtyard. Some of them even cut holes in their pockets for easy access. Have you ever watched a documentary about monkeys on the Discovery Channel? Where they go slinging their feces around? Well, the monkeys throw their feces at people. The inmates will try to throw their semen at you, given enough time. What the fuck. It just came out. Jillian realized that it was not professional and cringed a frown. What? Why would they do that? What is wrong with them? Thats how you can tell who the rapists are. Grace raised both her eyebrows and shook her head incredulously with disgust. Are they all like that? Jillians voice was high pitched with interest. Their steps begun to impede as they crossed under a darker area of the hallway. The overhead light was blown. On their right was a thick glass door. Well Grace pressed the intercom button and swiped her ID badge on the landard around her neck. There was another alarming buzz. Grace let Jillian enter first and proceeded to walk ahead of the girl. Mainly just the rapists. Thats what I meant. They all cant be that out of loss with self control, right? The hopefulness in Jillians voice caused the nurse to take a double look at her. Grace placed Jillians unusual interest in her academies, and smiled kindly, Right. Im sure not every single rapist here does that. This is the only corrections medical institution in all the state, and were open 247. All the crazies come here. Jillian smiled at the word rapist. Her delicate features still held a degree of shock from the cum slinging comment. Here we are! Suddenly Grace announced and came to a halt. She opened the door and they entered. Again with the same damn gray scheme. Jillian noted. The room was fairly large and had twelve desks facing one another in pairs of two. They were messy and most of them had numerous black and brown coffee- ring stains on the oak wood. Only three of the desks were occupied, two did not look up upon their entrance, only one did. He was expecting her. Jillian Grant? He stood and opened his arms in question. His hair was short and blond and the fronts slicked back to keep the slight curls off his finely wrinkled forehead. He was clad in a suit with variations of gray. Yes, gray. Of course. He was not a tall man, but Jillian was short, so he seemed taller than he really was as he crossed over to greet her with a hand shake. It was a firm handshake and his hand was warm and calmly, like he was just holding a coffee mug. Of course, thats you, I remember you. Im just joshing you. My name is Josh Denis. I remember you. Jillian interrupted briefly. Ive been expecting you. Youre a little late. He peered to his wrist watched and shook his head. Im early. He corrected with a warm smile. He directed his attention to Grace, Thanks for bringing her, Grace. That was very kind of you. Grace held up one hand at equal height of the neat bun that sat atop her head, No, really. I dont mind! She insisted. But I do have to report to my wing. Ill be back, if not, Ill see you soon. Jillian. Josh. And waved on her stride to the door. Wait. Jillian called out. Grace paused and looked over her shoulder. Should I also invest in a rain coat or something like that? Or do you guys pass those out? She inquired, partly joking, partly serious. Grace laughed in good humor. Josh laughed too. Hopefully you wont be needing any of that during your visits. She waved farewell, exited. The door closed softly behind her. Alright, well Josh ventured and pointed to the doors at the far back of the room. These are where the interviews will take place today. We're just gonna launch you right into it. Jillian shot Josh a nervous glance. They're cuffed and bolted, and promised to be well behaved. Josh lifted his hand and traced a cross with his finger over his heart. He took small steps that encouraged her to follow him to the back of the room. I already have one waiting for you. There's pen and paper on the table. Are you ready? She appeared hesitant, but she was ready. More ready than he could ever know possible. It had been a long three months since she had last been here, the last place she ever thought she would step foot in again, but she could hardly contain the nervous excitement fluttering in her chest. I'm ready. Jillian said resolutely. There seemed to be a force field at the threshold of the door acting as a means to ward her off. Guided by Josh's hand twisting the door knob, the door opened, instantaneously broke past it and the strange room was available. Jillian entered the room. Josh introduced them.