First of all I'd like to thank my new beta,link, for kusoma and fixing my uandishi since my English has been proven a little defected. Thank you!
sekunde I'd like to thank wewe guys who is still there kusoma this sort of lunatic and weird story. Thanks! Hope wewe like this chapter and sorry for the late.
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Part IV
Coldness, darkness, moisture, … and a damn drop falling from the roof right inayofuata the old and crank kitanda inside that small and claustrophobic cell. The pain was extreme, three days without those useless meds were enough to multiply the pain a billion times. That terrible smell, what the hell was that… He was laid curled up on the kitanda massaging his hurt leg. His moans were quiet but still Jay-E could hear from his solitary cell.
“Hey little one… can wewe hear me?” Jay-E asked. House didn’t answer.
“I can hear wewe moaning… Can I abuse myself thinking about wewe and listening to your moans, cutie?”
“Leave me alone.” House alisema coldly.
“Yeah Greg. wewe don’t know how I am enjoying your sounds, cutie…. I’m imagining beautiful things…”
“Shut up!” House screamed.
“You know, I freaked when I threw wewe to fall from 50 feet. Yeah, I got really scared… wewe know I’m not gay au anything… but that was the best fuck I’ve ever had… So fucking good. God, so fucking hot”
“Shut up!” House was losing. Jay-E was playing with House’s mind and was successfully driving him crazy.
“I wonder how great it would be, if wewe enjoyed it … I mean, with those wonderful moans wewe are letting out now… I know it’s from the pain, but that turns me on a little more… I’m a little sadistic. And for Christ sakes wewe are hot! So hot! Your body is perfect for my sadistic taste… wewe know… the scars … the points where I can touch that is going to make wewe suffer like hell.”
“Why are wewe doing this?” House cried.
“For the reason that I’m in love.” He mocked.
“Go to hell!” House screamed in anger.
“You know I’m gonna fuck wewe again either wewe want it au not, don’t wewe want it?!”
“Shut up…” He whispered in silence and curled up to himself… Jay-E didn’t hear.
“Are wewe there, cutie?” After a few dakika of silence Jay-E managed to look through the one small window in the ukuta that separated House’s solitary from his. “God! wewe are so beautiful when wewe are scared.” House looked through the window and freaked. His body, in a sudden movement, sat up against the wall. “Wow, wewe really are scared.” Jay-E mocked.
“Go away." House whispered.
“You know, cutie… I own your little ass…” He disappeared into the darkness of his cell again. “I own it, Greg. And this is your fault… If wewe hadn’t raped your girl, I wouldn’t have done this to you… I’d just jerk off while thinking about you, but wouldn’t abuse wewe like that. But wewe deserve it… So your punda is mine now and I’m gonna use it whenever I fucking want to, wewe hear me Greg? … Because I loved it!”
“Fuck you.” House alisema coldly again.
“You are my little bitch, Greg!” He laughed.
Three days later the door opened and light pierced House’s eyes like a sword. He tried to protect them with his hands but the guard was already there to handcuff him before he could make any move.
“Stand up.” He hissed. House tried to stand but fell when his bad leg touched the floor. His leg was hurting bad enough that he thought he might just go into a coma. “Stand up, little cripple girl!” The guard mocked.
“Fuck you.” House alisema it to himself, even though his voice was weak and very soft, the guard heard it and grabbed him kwa the T-shirt and pressed him up against the wall.
“What did wewe say?” House got quiet and just stared at the guard.
“Do wewe want to spend a whole week here? Do wewe want me to put wewe in the same cell as Jay-E so he can fuck wewe all the time as if wewe were his slut…?” He screamed at House’s face. House froze and an expression of fear showed on his face.
“Good. Then keep your mouth shut.” He punched House in the face, then handcuffed him and took him back to his cell.
Theodore was kusoma one of House’s vitabu when he heard the cell opening. He turned back and saw the guard throwing House violently inside. House fell right on his kitanda and stayed still, lying on his stomach and with his arms crossed under his chest. Theodore approached him apprehensively.
“Greg, are wewe ok? Talk to me” He was really worried.
“I’m so tired…” His voice was extremely weak. Theodore rested a hand on House’s shoulder and House flinched away. “Don’t… touch… me.” He alisema in a crying, soft and full of fear voice. Theodore immediately removed his hand.
“Son of a bitch! That son of a bitch!” Theodore alisema between clenched teeth.
“I deserved it… I did it to my… I did it to the woman I love… I’m a monster, just like him…” House started to cry with no shame. Theodore didn’t know what to say… so he just sat on the floor and leaned back on House’s bed.
“It doesn’t give him the right to do it to you. God only knows how wewe have to pay. Justice will be done kwa God when your time comes to pay for your sins in this life.” House was quiet, trying to hold in his sobs.
“Well, I’m here for you… While we wait for death to take us and to pay for our sins with dignity in front of God we should protect our brothers and sisters. I’ll never let him get near wewe again, I don’t know if I can do it, but I’ll try my best...” House felt asleep quickly.
It was lunch time and House was sleeping in his cell. He was laying face down and with his legs gently spread out. His T-shirt was rolled up which made his lower back visible. Jay-E leaned in the doorway and was looking at House, so utterly misused. His eyes full of evil, anger and desire, but he didn’t move, just looked. He watched House’s hard breathing, watched his thorax coming up and down, his lower back, his little ass. God, he couldn’t wait anymore. He stepped inside but suddenly a hand wrapped around his neck and he felt a cold metal touching his skin. Theodore led him outside.
“Get near him again and I’ll rip your throat out, wewe son of a bitch!” Theodore was angry and pressing the kisu against Jay-E’s neck.
“Awwww that’s so beautiful… protecting your boyfriend.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“You can’t protect him forever. At some point I’ll get him alone and I’ll fuck him again, Theodore… He is mine, my little bitch, now if wewe don’t want me to go after you, wewe better let me inside your cell now.”
“Do wewe think I’m afraid of you… I’m not… Get out here!” Theodore threw Jay-E as far as he could and pointed the kisu at him.
“You’ll regret this.” Jay-E walked away.
Theodore went into the cell and looked at House who was still sleeping peacefully in his bed. He approached House and rolled down his T-shirt to cover his lower back. No one would ever touch him again while Theodore was alive.
Wilson sat in the chair and rested his arms on the meza, jedwali while he waited for House. It had been two weeks since his last visit. He saw the guard releasing House’s hands and stood up. House was walking with extreme difficultly so Wilson approached him and helped him over to the chair. Wilson felt House flinch as his body tensed from Wilson’s touch.
“You ok?” He spoke while staring at his friend and holding his arm.
“Yeah! Just don’t…” House couldn’t look at his friend’s eyes and lie, so he aimed his gaze down on the table. His voice was weak and vulnerable, Wilson couldn’t possibly imagine the voice actually belonging to House. Then, in a sudden flood of emotion, Wilson gave in and hugged his friend.
“Don’t touch…hmm…” House was unable to hide the moan of pain. Wilson, worried, released his friend and stared at him. House tried again to hide what he was feeling, but he was unable.
“What happened?” Wilson asked and House diverted his eyes.
“Nothing…” Wilson tried to find his friend’s eyes. “Let me see…”
“Wilson, please…” House tried to stand and leave but Wilson stopped him.
“I know wewe are hurt.” The distance between them was very small. Wilson grabbed House’s T-shirt and rolled it up when it was up he looked all around House’s back. His jaw dropped and he felt like vomiting, not because of the ugliness of the remaining scars au the ones left kwa Jay-E, but because he could sense the kind of suffering his friend was going through. “Who did this to you?”
“Wilson, please…” He spoke trying to get Wilson’s to take his hands away. Wilson stopped and pulled his hands back.
“Ok…” Wilson stepped back and sat back down in the chair. He knew House would never talk about what had happened… But there was something in House’s eyes telling Wilson he needed to talk. Wilson would not give up; he would just let it go, for now.
“I brought wewe something.” Wilson handed him the IPod. House took it and smiled sadly. “All the muziki wewe like is in there…Led Zeppelin to… uhmm those electronic things wewe had been listening to… how could wewe listen that kwa the way? I listened to one song and I found myself spinning…” He smiled a little.
“Thanks…” House gave back him a little smile too. Wilson could hear something in House’s voice, just didn’t know what.
“House, you’re not ok…”
“I’m always not ok...” He gave Wilson a brief stare.
“Talk to me…”
“Leave it alone, Wilson…” Wilson swore he saw tears rising in House’s eyes.
“Look at me!” Wilson spoke hard. “God, wewe are crying…” Wilson felt like a kisu was ripping out his moyo when he saw a few tears drop from House’s eyes. “What the hell have they done to wewe this time?” Wilson knew House was going through hell inside that Prison.
House was quiet. Jay-E was being carried kwa the guard to the meza, jedwali where was his visitor waited for him. They walked inayofuata to where House and Wilson were. Jay-E bit his lower lip and buried his fingers in House’s hair, caressed it and then, slid his hand down House’s neck. House flinched so violently that Wilson could feel the vibration through the table.
“Hey, my little bitch…” He spoke before the guard could stop him and push him away from House. Wilson watched the scene unable to comprehend what that meant, until he looked at House’s eyes, which were now scared and lost.
“Oh, no!” Wilson whispered breathlessly while leaning back at the chair, unable to look at House’s eyes, which were Lost in his silence.
“Oh, no…” Wilson stared at House’s eyes, which could not lie.
“Don’t make me say it…” House focussed in Wilson’s eyes.
“I… I just… don’t want to believe in what I’m thinking right now…”
“What wewe are thinking right now is not a bit of what he has done to me…” House spoke sadly and stared at the IPod in front of him.
“How hurt are you?” Wilson was lost. He was angry. He felt like killing Jay-E right there and joining House in prison.
“Bad…”
“Inside?” Wilson tried not to think about the scene.
“Is there anything left inside me?”
Wilson couldn’t stand seeing House that hurt. His anger took his mind away and, in a sudden movement, he stood up, headed to Jay-E’s table, grabbed him kwa the T-shirt and threw him to the floor. House just watched the scene unable to speak au even move.
“Son of a bitch!” Wilson spoke in anger. The guard ran and held him before he could kick Jay-E.
“What the hell are wewe doing?!” Jay-E stood up and felt another guard handcuffing him. He stared at Wilson with anger. “Yeah! I fucked your boyfriend hard and I’ll do it again because it was great and he is mine now”
Wilson tried to release himself but couldn’t. “Son of a bitch!” He shouted while still staring at Jay-E.
“Sir, please.” The guard spoke as he released Wilson and blocked his way. “I’ll charge wewe if wewe don’t calm down.”
“I’m fine!” Wilson sat back down in his chair. House was staring at him with his mouth agape.
“Why did wewe do that?” House spoke confused.
“I don’t know… I just…”
“Wilson, he is going to that out on me!…” House spoke afraid. Wilson got quiet and stared at him, he didn’t think about that possibility.
“I need to get wewe out of here.” Wilson’s voice was anxious.
“Yeah! What’s your master plan?” House replied sarcastically.
“I don’t know…”
“Wilson, leave it alone… there’s nothing we can do…” The sadness in his voice took its place again.
“And are wewe sure about that? I mean, are wewe ok about the fact that he going to rape wewe again?!” Wilson was really angry. House stared at him in silence as if Wilson’s words had stabbed him right in his heart.
“It’s all my fault, Wilson… I deserved it… What I did to Lisa…”
“You were out of your mind!” Wilson shouted.
“Doesn’t justify…”
“I know… I’m sorry.” Wilson tried to calm down.
Wilson headed directly to Cuddy’s house. It’s was about 6pm when she heard the doorbell. She was dressed in casual shorts and a T-shirt.
“We need to talk.”
“Come in.” Cuddy stared at him. She knew he was coming from the Prison and her eyes didn’t hide her concerns. They headed to the jikoni and Wilson took a seat.
“How is he?” She asked while pouring him some tea.
“He was raped!” He was cold and straight to the point. Cuddy felt her moyo skip a beat. She leaned her hands on the meza, jedwali and closed her eyes for a minute, she felt them watering and then she felt a drop roll down her cheek. She took a kiti, kiti cha and they stayed silent for a while, until Cuddy could no longer hold back her tears.
“His back is hurt pretty bad. I hugged him and he moaned in pain. I just saw his lower back; he didn’t allow me to see more, didn’t want to talk about it either. Lisa, I felt sick when I saw just that little part of him…”
“Wilson, I… I don’t know what to say…”
“I want to talk to the Prison’s doctor but I was suspended. I hit the son of a bitch, kahaba who did that to House.” He spoke embarrassed but firmly.
“Wilson, that was insane! wewe could have been charged!”
“I can’t visit him for three weeks.” There was zaidi of that annoying silence.
“How is he? I mean… emotionally?” She knew how it was, but she was pretty sure his situation was an a bit zaidi painful then hers.
“He thinks it’s his fault… and worst of all, he is sure that that son of a bitch, kahaba is going to rape him again… Thinks he deserves it because of what he did to you.”
“Wilson, I… I never wished that on him. I’m really mad and I don’t think I can ever forgive him… but I… I don’t want him to get hurt. ”
“I know… How is the therapy going?”
“Fine...” Lisa looked down unable to hold back a few tears. “He shouldn’t have confessed…”
“It’s done now, Lisa… we need to get him out of there… au transferred… I’ll see what his lawyer can do… Maybe talk to the doctor, see if she knows what the hell happened.”
“The doctor would never tell us, doctor/patient confidentiality.”
House took his kuoga and went back to his cell. He laid in his kitanda with his IPod and smiled when the Led Zeppelin songs came on. Ten dakika later something caught his attention. Jay-E was at the doorway holding up Theodore, who had a kisu in his neck. Theodore was bleeding everywhere and his eyes were almost closed. House stared scared at Jay-E.
“Like what wewe see?” Jay-E laughed loud.
“Leave him alone.” House took the earphones off his ears and set them on the bed.
“I’ll kill him right in front of wewe if wewe don’t come with me now.” He alisema angry.
“Greg, don’t listen to him!” Theodore alisema in a scary voice.
“Awww Greg! This is so romantic.”
“Let him go and I’ll go.” House stood up in a submissive way.
“No, Greg!” Theodore shouted.
“Shut up” Jay-E kicked his back and threw him with violence inside. “Come on, little one.” He looked at House who was helping Theodore stand up.
“You don’t need to do this Greg.” Theodore whispered.
“I’ll be fine… Listen, wewe have to go to the infirmary. This cut is bleeding pretty bad, wewe have to stop the bleeding. Take off your shati and use it to press it against it.”
“Come on, bitch. I don’t have all the time of the world.”
“Greg, don’t…” Theodore was now crying.
House followed Jay-E to his cell. Once inside, jay-E grabbed House kwa his T-shirt and pressed him hard against the wall. His kisu on House’s neck.
“Tell your boyfriend that this is his fault, for attacking me that other day. But your lucky, Greg, today I’m in a good mood and my sadistic wishes aren’t that wild, so I’m not gonna hurt you… just have some fun. Now get on your knees!”
“Fuck you!”
“I alisema on your knees” He screamed and kicked House’s bad leg which made him fall immediately with a whelp of pain.
“Good boy… just like that, my little bitch.” Jay-E grabbed House’s hair and threw his head back and slid the kisu through his neck. Once done, he put the kisu in his mouth so his hand could be free to relieve his hard erection. House looked away feeling sick. Jay-E’s pelvis was only a few inches from House’s face and he felt like vomiting.
“Suck it!” Jay-E grabbed the kisu again from his mouth and held it to House’s neck again. House tried to look away but Jay-E tightened his grip on House’s hair and made him look up.
“Suck it, au I’ll make you.” He alisema angrily. House looked at the erection and almost vomited.
“I can’t…” He whispered. His breathing fast, his moyo pounding.
“Suck it, Greg… be nice so I don’t lose control and beat wewe like the other day.”
“Ok.” House held Jay-E’s penis with one hand and stroked it a few times. God he was really about to vomit.
“Get on with it, bitch.” He jerked House’s head.
“Ok… just… just give me a dakika ok.” House’s voice was trembling. He couldn’t do this. He needed a plan; he couldn’t do this… ever… Then he had what we can call epiphany… maybe. Pressure point. Ok, so he just needed to lead the man to state of intense vulnerability, then attack him. Ok. His hand stroked Jay-E’s penis a little hard and on sensitive points. “Ohhh yeah, fuck.” Jay-E closed his eyes and threw his head back while thrusting a little in House’s hand. “You are good at this, Greg… oh yeah… just like the little bitch, kahaba wewe are… suck it, Greg… come on…!” House felt Jay-E’s knees trembling. That was the time. “Ok, I can do it.” House alisema to distract Jay-E from what he would really do. Jay-E felt the worst pain in all his life and then fell on the floor moaning “fucks” of pain through clenched teeth.
“What did wewe do wewe little shit?”
“Pressure point.” He grabbed the kisu Jay-E had let fall to the ground and got up.
“You will pay for this, House! Bitch! wewe will pay.”
House walked away as fast as he could. Once back in his cell he threw himself at the toilet and vomited. Theodore was still there and watched the scene.
“No, he made you…” Theodore whispered. “I’m sorry, Greg.”
“He didn’t! I got him down first… what the hell are wewe doing here?” House’s head was still aiming to the toilet and he vomited again. “Fuck”
“What do wewe mean wewe got him down?” He approached House.
“I should have killed him.” His voice was trembling, his moyo racing and his breathing hard.
“You are not a killer…”
“You need to go to the infirmary.”
Cuddy made some calls and eventually got the number of the doctor who worked at the Prison. She called her and was surprised that she agreed to talk to both her and Wilson. Two days after the call, Wilson and Cuddy headed to Mary’s house. It was about 7pm when they were sitting in the living room waiting for the old lady who was making some coffee.
“I’m glad wewe looked for me.” The old lady handed the, some coffee and sat down on the kitanda in front of Wilson and Cuddy. “I do know that I’m breaking doctor/patient confidentiality but I know Greg won’t talk to wewe about what happened, and he really needs to talk about it, so if wewe do know what happened, maybe wewe could make him talk.”
“Thank wewe for worrying Dr. Mary.” Wilson alisema politely, as always.
“Greg is hurt pretty bad! I mean, he is physically destroyed. I took care of him that siku and I’ve never seen such a brutal act inside that prison… not in years… I mean, of course there were many cruelties done there, but with the new Chief, I thought it would be over, but of course I was wrong.”
The old lady told Wilson and Cuddy all the details that House had told her… She told about the chains, about the constant aggressions against his genitals, and the rape… Cuddy couldn’t help herself and let the some tears fall, Wilson didn’t know how to feel. He just wanted to kill Jay-E. It was all so dark and just thinking how House had felt that day, was painful enough.
“May I ask wewe a personal question, Dr. Cuddy?”
“Yes.” She dried some tears.
“You are the girl… I mean, the reason he is in there. Why are wewe here? Why are wewe caring?” Cuddy was unable to think, so the silence grew dark in the room.
“If wewe still can look at him without blaming him for violating you, wewe should see him, talk to him… maybe he will open up to you… I know it’s too much to ask after what he did… but now I see that wewe still care about him, there must be some reason. He tried to kill himself many times. I figure wewe could go there and just say that wewe forgive him, even if wewe don’t. I know wewe don’t have any reason to do that, I know that wewe feel he deserves all of what he’s been through…”
“I don’t think he deserves that… I don’t think anyone deserves that… I just…” Cuddy interrupted.
“Then talk to him.”
“I can’t… I don’t want him to get hurt but I’m not able to forgive him… It’s something I don’t have control over… I tried, but… I failed.”
“Then lie, if wewe really don’t want him to get hurt. I know how hard it is… and how cruel it is to ask wewe something like this… but it’s just… He is so different from the other convicts… that place is not a place he should be… I mean, of course he has to pay for what he did. I just don’t… well, let me shut up.”
sekunde I'd like to thank wewe guys who is still there kusoma this sort of lunatic and weird story. Thanks! Hope wewe like this chapter and sorry for the late.
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Part IV
Coldness, darkness, moisture, … and a damn drop falling from the roof right inayofuata the old and crank kitanda inside that small and claustrophobic cell. The pain was extreme, three days without those useless meds were enough to multiply the pain a billion times. That terrible smell, what the hell was that… He was laid curled up on the kitanda massaging his hurt leg. His moans were quiet but still Jay-E could hear from his solitary cell.
“Hey little one… can wewe hear me?” Jay-E asked. House didn’t answer.
“I can hear wewe moaning… Can I abuse myself thinking about wewe and listening to your moans, cutie?”
“Leave me alone.” House alisema coldly.
“Yeah Greg. wewe don’t know how I am enjoying your sounds, cutie…. I’m imagining beautiful things…”
“Shut up!” House screamed.
“You know, I freaked when I threw wewe to fall from 50 feet. Yeah, I got really scared… wewe know I’m not gay au anything… but that was the best fuck I’ve ever had… So fucking good. God, so fucking hot”
“Shut up!” House was losing. Jay-E was playing with House’s mind and was successfully driving him crazy.
“I wonder how great it would be, if wewe enjoyed it … I mean, with those wonderful moans wewe are letting out now… I know it’s from the pain, but that turns me on a little more… I’m a little sadistic. And for Christ sakes wewe are hot! So hot! Your body is perfect for my sadistic taste… wewe know… the scars … the points where I can touch that is going to make wewe suffer like hell.”
“Why are wewe doing this?” House cried.
“For the reason that I’m in love.” He mocked.
“Go to hell!” House screamed in anger.
“You know I’m gonna fuck wewe again either wewe want it au not, don’t wewe want it?!”
“Shut up…” He whispered in silence and curled up to himself… Jay-E didn’t hear.
“Are wewe there, cutie?” After a few dakika of silence Jay-E managed to look through the one small window in the ukuta that separated House’s solitary from his. “God! wewe are so beautiful when wewe are scared.” House looked through the window and freaked. His body, in a sudden movement, sat up against the wall. “Wow, wewe really are scared.” Jay-E mocked.
“Go away." House whispered.
“You know, cutie… I own your little ass…” He disappeared into the darkness of his cell again. “I own it, Greg. And this is your fault… If wewe hadn’t raped your girl, I wouldn’t have done this to you… I’d just jerk off while thinking about you, but wouldn’t abuse wewe like that. But wewe deserve it… So your punda is mine now and I’m gonna use it whenever I fucking want to, wewe hear me Greg? … Because I loved it!”
“Fuck you.” House alisema coldly again.
“You are my little bitch, Greg!” He laughed.
Three days later the door opened and light pierced House’s eyes like a sword. He tried to protect them with his hands but the guard was already there to handcuff him before he could make any move.
“Stand up.” He hissed. House tried to stand but fell when his bad leg touched the floor. His leg was hurting bad enough that he thought he might just go into a coma. “Stand up, little cripple girl!” The guard mocked.
“Fuck you.” House alisema it to himself, even though his voice was weak and very soft, the guard heard it and grabbed him kwa the T-shirt and pressed him up against the wall.
“What did wewe say?” House got quiet and just stared at the guard.
“Do wewe want to spend a whole week here? Do wewe want me to put wewe in the same cell as Jay-E so he can fuck wewe all the time as if wewe were his slut…?” He screamed at House’s face. House froze and an expression of fear showed on his face.
“Good. Then keep your mouth shut.” He punched House in the face, then handcuffed him and took him back to his cell.
Theodore was kusoma one of House’s vitabu when he heard the cell opening. He turned back and saw the guard throwing House violently inside. House fell right on his kitanda and stayed still, lying on his stomach and with his arms crossed under his chest. Theodore approached him apprehensively.
“Greg, are wewe ok? Talk to me” He was really worried.
“I’m so tired…” His voice was extremely weak. Theodore rested a hand on House’s shoulder and House flinched away. “Don’t… touch… me.” He alisema in a crying, soft and full of fear voice. Theodore immediately removed his hand.
“Son of a bitch! That son of a bitch!” Theodore alisema between clenched teeth.
“I deserved it… I did it to my… I did it to the woman I love… I’m a monster, just like him…” House started to cry with no shame. Theodore didn’t know what to say… so he just sat on the floor and leaned back on House’s bed.
“It doesn’t give him the right to do it to you. God only knows how wewe have to pay. Justice will be done kwa God when your time comes to pay for your sins in this life.” House was quiet, trying to hold in his sobs.
“Well, I’m here for you… While we wait for death to take us and to pay for our sins with dignity in front of God we should protect our brothers and sisters. I’ll never let him get near wewe again, I don’t know if I can do it, but I’ll try my best...” House felt asleep quickly.
It was lunch time and House was sleeping in his cell. He was laying face down and with his legs gently spread out. His T-shirt was rolled up which made his lower back visible. Jay-E leaned in the doorway and was looking at House, so utterly misused. His eyes full of evil, anger and desire, but he didn’t move, just looked. He watched House’s hard breathing, watched his thorax coming up and down, his lower back, his little ass. God, he couldn’t wait anymore. He stepped inside but suddenly a hand wrapped around his neck and he felt a cold metal touching his skin. Theodore led him outside.
“Get near him again and I’ll rip your throat out, wewe son of a bitch!” Theodore was angry and pressing the kisu against Jay-E’s neck.
“Awwww that’s so beautiful… protecting your boyfriend.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“You can’t protect him forever. At some point I’ll get him alone and I’ll fuck him again, Theodore… He is mine, my little bitch, now if wewe don’t want me to go after you, wewe better let me inside your cell now.”
“Do wewe think I’m afraid of you… I’m not… Get out here!” Theodore threw Jay-E as far as he could and pointed the kisu at him.
“You’ll regret this.” Jay-E walked away.
Theodore went into the cell and looked at House who was still sleeping peacefully in his bed. He approached House and rolled down his T-shirt to cover his lower back. No one would ever touch him again while Theodore was alive.
Wilson sat in the chair and rested his arms on the meza, jedwali while he waited for House. It had been two weeks since his last visit. He saw the guard releasing House’s hands and stood up. House was walking with extreme difficultly so Wilson approached him and helped him over to the chair. Wilson felt House flinch as his body tensed from Wilson’s touch.
“You ok?” He spoke while staring at his friend and holding his arm.
“Yeah! Just don’t…” House couldn’t look at his friend’s eyes and lie, so he aimed his gaze down on the table. His voice was weak and vulnerable, Wilson couldn’t possibly imagine the voice actually belonging to House. Then, in a sudden flood of emotion, Wilson gave in and hugged his friend.
“Don’t touch…hmm…” House was unable to hide the moan of pain. Wilson, worried, released his friend and stared at him. House tried again to hide what he was feeling, but he was unable.
“What happened?” Wilson asked and House diverted his eyes.
“Nothing…” Wilson tried to find his friend’s eyes. “Let me see…”
“Wilson, please…” House tried to stand and leave but Wilson stopped him.
“I know wewe are hurt.” The distance between them was very small. Wilson grabbed House’s T-shirt and rolled it up when it was up he looked all around House’s back. His jaw dropped and he felt like vomiting, not because of the ugliness of the remaining scars au the ones left kwa Jay-E, but because he could sense the kind of suffering his friend was going through. “Who did this to you?”
“Wilson, please…” He spoke trying to get Wilson’s to take his hands away. Wilson stopped and pulled his hands back.
“Ok…” Wilson stepped back and sat back down in the chair. He knew House would never talk about what had happened… But there was something in House’s eyes telling Wilson he needed to talk. Wilson would not give up; he would just let it go, for now.
“I brought wewe something.” Wilson handed him the IPod. House took it and smiled sadly. “All the muziki wewe like is in there…Led Zeppelin to… uhmm those electronic things wewe had been listening to… how could wewe listen that kwa the way? I listened to one song and I found myself spinning…” He smiled a little.
“Thanks…” House gave back him a little smile too. Wilson could hear something in House’s voice, just didn’t know what.
“House, you’re not ok…”
“I’m always not ok...” He gave Wilson a brief stare.
“Talk to me…”
“Leave it alone, Wilson…” Wilson swore he saw tears rising in House’s eyes.
“Look at me!” Wilson spoke hard. “God, wewe are crying…” Wilson felt like a kisu was ripping out his moyo when he saw a few tears drop from House’s eyes. “What the hell have they done to wewe this time?” Wilson knew House was going through hell inside that Prison.
House was quiet. Jay-E was being carried kwa the guard to the meza, jedwali where was his visitor waited for him. They walked inayofuata to where House and Wilson were. Jay-E bit his lower lip and buried his fingers in House’s hair, caressed it and then, slid his hand down House’s neck. House flinched so violently that Wilson could feel the vibration through the table.
“Hey, my little bitch…” He spoke before the guard could stop him and push him away from House. Wilson watched the scene unable to comprehend what that meant, until he looked at House’s eyes, which were now scared and lost.
“Oh, no!” Wilson whispered breathlessly while leaning back at the chair, unable to look at House’s eyes, which were Lost in his silence.
“Oh, no…” Wilson stared at House’s eyes, which could not lie.
“Don’t make me say it…” House focussed in Wilson’s eyes.
“I… I just… don’t want to believe in what I’m thinking right now…”
“What wewe are thinking right now is not a bit of what he has done to me…” House spoke sadly and stared at the IPod in front of him.
“How hurt are you?” Wilson was lost. He was angry. He felt like killing Jay-E right there and joining House in prison.
“Bad…”
“Inside?” Wilson tried not to think about the scene.
“Is there anything left inside me?”
Wilson couldn’t stand seeing House that hurt. His anger took his mind away and, in a sudden movement, he stood up, headed to Jay-E’s table, grabbed him kwa the T-shirt and threw him to the floor. House just watched the scene unable to speak au even move.
“Son of a bitch!” Wilson spoke in anger. The guard ran and held him before he could kick Jay-E.
“What the hell are wewe doing?!” Jay-E stood up and felt another guard handcuffing him. He stared at Wilson with anger. “Yeah! I fucked your boyfriend hard and I’ll do it again because it was great and he is mine now”
Wilson tried to release himself but couldn’t. “Son of a bitch!” He shouted while still staring at Jay-E.
“Sir, please.” The guard spoke as he released Wilson and blocked his way. “I’ll charge wewe if wewe don’t calm down.”
“I’m fine!” Wilson sat back down in his chair. House was staring at him with his mouth agape.
“Why did wewe do that?” House spoke confused.
“I don’t know… I just…”
“Wilson, he is going to that out on me!…” House spoke afraid. Wilson got quiet and stared at him, he didn’t think about that possibility.
“I need to get wewe out of here.” Wilson’s voice was anxious.
“Yeah! What’s your master plan?” House replied sarcastically.
“I don’t know…”
“Wilson, leave it alone… there’s nothing we can do…” The sadness in his voice took its place again.
“And are wewe sure about that? I mean, are wewe ok about the fact that he going to rape wewe again?!” Wilson was really angry. House stared at him in silence as if Wilson’s words had stabbed him right in his heart.
“It’s all my fault, Wilson… I deserved it… What I did to Lisa…”
“You were out of your mind!” Wilson shouted.
“Doesn’t justify…”
“I know… I’m sorry.” Wilson tried to calm down.
Wilson headed directly to Cuddy’s house. It’s was about 6pm when she heard the doorbell. She was dressed in casual shorts and a T-shirt.
“We need to talk.”
“Come in.” Cuddy stared at him. She knew he was coming from the Prison and her eyes didn’t hide her concerns. They headed to the jikoni and Wilson took a seat.
“How is he?” She asked while pouring him some tea.
“He was raped!” He was cold and straight to the point. Cuddy felt her moyo skip a beat. She leaned her hands on the meza, jedwali and closed her eyes for a minute, she felt them watering and then she felt a drop roll down her cheek. She took a kiti, kiti cha and they stayed silent for a while, until Cuddy could no longer hold back her tears.
“His back is hurt pretty bad. I hugged him and he moaned in pain. I just saw his lower back; he didn’t allow me to see more, didn’t want to talk about it either. Lisa, I felt sick when I saw just that little part of him…”
“Wilson, I… I don’t know what to say…”
“I want to talk to the Prison’s doctor but I was suspended. I hit the son of a bitch, kahaba who did that to House.” He spoke embarrassed but firmly.
“Wilson, that was insane! wewe could have been charged!”
“I can’t visit him for three weeks.” There was zaidi of that annoying silence.
“How is he? I mean… emotionally?” She knew how it was, but she was pretty sure his situation was an a bit zaidi painful then hers.
“He thinks it’s his fault… and worst of all, he is sure that that son of a bitch, kahaba is going to rape him again… Thinks he deserves it because of what he did to you.”
“Wilson, I… I never wished that on him. I’m really mad and I don’t think I can ever forgive him… but I… I don’t want him to get hurt. ”
“I know… How is the therapy going?”
“Fine...” Lisa looked down unable to hold back a few tears. “He shouldn’t have confessed…”
“It’s done now, Lisa… we need to get him out of there… au transferred… I’ll see what his lawyer can do… Maybe talk to the doctor, see if she knows what the hell happened.”
“The doctor would never tell us, doctor/patient confidentiality.”
House took his kuoga and went back to his cell. He laid in his kitanda with his IPod and smiled when the Led Zeppelin songs came on. Ten dakika later something caught his attention. Jay-E was at the doorway holding up Theodore, who had a kisu in his neck. Theodore was bleeding everywhere and his eyes were almost closed. House stared scared at Jay-E.
“Like what wewe see?” Jay-E laughed loud.
“Leave him alone.” House took the earphones off his ears and set them on the bed.
“I’ll kill him right in front of wewe if wewe don’t come with me now.” He alisema angry.
“Greg, don’t listen to him!” Theodore alisema in a scary voice.
“Awww Greg! This is so romantic.”
“Let him go and I’ll go.” House stood up in a submissive way.
“No, Greg!” Theodore shouted.
“Shut up” Jay-E kicked his back and threw him with violence inside. “Come on, little one.” He looked at House who was helping Theodore stand up.
“You don’t need to do this Greg.” Theodore whispered.
“I’ll be fine… Listen, wewe have to go to the infirmary. This cut is bleeding pretty bad, wewe have to stop the bleeding. Take off your shati and use it to press it against it.”
“Come on, bitch. I don’t have all the time of the world.”
“Greg, don’t…” Theodore was now crying.
House followed Jay-E to his cell. Once inside, jay-E grabbed House kwa his T-shirt and pressed him hard against the wall. His kisu on House’s neck.
“Tell your boyfriend that this is his fault, for attacking me that other day. But your lucky, Greg, today I’m in a good mood and my sadistic wishes aren’t that wild, so I’m not gonna hurt you… just have some fun. Now get on your knees!”
“Fuck you!”
“I alisema on your knees” He screamed and kicked House’s bad leg which made him fall immediately with a whelp of pain.
“Good boy… just like that, my little bitch.” Jay-E grabbed House’s hair and threw his head back and slid the kisu through his neck. Once done, he put the kisu in his mouth so his hand could be free to relieve his hard erection. House looked away feeling sick. Jay-E’s pelvis was only a few inches from House’s face and he felt like vomiting.
“Suck it!” Jay-E grabbed the kisu again from his mouth and held it to House’s neck again. House tried to look away but Jay-E tightened his grip on House’s hair and made him look up.
“Suck it, au I’ll make you.” He alisema angrily. House looked at the erection and almost vomited.
“I can’t…” He whispered. His breathing fast, his moyo pounding.
“Suck it, Greg… be nice so I don’t lose control and beat wewe like the other day.”
“Ok.” House held Jay-E’s penis with one hand and stroked it a few times. God he was really about to vomit.
“Get on with it, bitch.” He jerked House’s head.
“Ok… just… just give me a dakika ok.” House’s voice was trembling. He couldn’t do this. He needed a plan; he couldn’t do this… ever… Then he had what we can call epiphany… maybe. Pressure point. Ok, so he just needed to lead the man to state of intense vulnerability, then attack him. Ok. His hand stroked Jay-E’s penis a little hard and on sensitive points. “Ohhh yeah, fuck.” Jay-E closed his eyes and threw his head back while thrusting a little in House’s hand. “You are good at this, Greg… oh yeah… just like the little bitch, kahaba wewe are… suck it, Greg… come on…!” House felt Jay-E’s knees trembling. That was the time. “Ok, I can do it.” House alisema to distract Jay-E from what he would really do. Jay-E felt the worst pain in all his life and then fell on the floor moaning “fucks” of pain through clenched teeth.
“What did wewe do wewe little shit?”
“Pressure point.” He grabbed the kisu Jay-E had let fall to the ground and got up.
“You will pay for this, House! Bitch! wewe will pay.”
House walked away as fast as he could. Once back in his cell he threw himself at the toilet and vomited. Theodore was still there and watched the scene.
“No, he made you…” Theodore whispered. “I’m sorry, Greg.”
“He didn’t! I got him down first… what the hell are wewe doing here?” House’s head was still aiming to the toilet and he vomited again. “Fuck”
“What do wewe mean wewe got him down?” He approached House.
“I should have killed him.” His voice was trembling, his moyo racing and his breathing hard.
“You are not a killer…”
“You need to go to the infirmary.”
Cuddy made some calls and eventually got the number of the doctor who worked at the Prison. She called her and was surprised that she agreed to talk to both her and Wilson. Two days after the call, Wilson and Cuddy headed to Mary’s house. It was about 7pm when they were sitting in the living room waiting for the old lady who was making some coffee.
“I’m glad wewe looked for me.” The old lady handed the, some coffee and sat down on the kitanda in front of Wilson and Cuddy. “I do know that I’m breaking doctor/patient confidentiality but I know Greg won’t talk to wewe about what happened, and he really needs to talk about it, so if wewe do know what happened, maybe wewe could make him talk.”
“Thank wewe for worrying Dr. Mary.” Wilson alisema politely, as always.
“Greg is hurt pretty bad! I mean, he is physically destroyed. I took care of him that siku and I’ve never seen such a brutal act inside that prison… not in years… I mean, of course there were many cruelties done there, but with the new Chief, I thought it would be over, but of course I was wrong.”
The old lady told Wilson and Cuddy all the details that House had told her… She told about the chains, about the constant aggressions against his genitals, and the rape… Cuddy couldn’t help herself and let the some tears fall, Wilson didn’t know how to feel. He just wanted to kill Jay-E. It was all so dark and just thinking how House had felt that day, was painful enough.
“May I ask wewe a personal question, Dr. Cuddy?”
“Yes.” She dried some tears.
“You are the girl… I mean, the reason he is in there. Why are wewe here? Why are wewe caring?” Cuddy was unable to think, so the silence grew dark in the room.
“If wewe still can look at him without blaming him for violating you, wewe should see him, talk to him… maybe he will open up to you… I know it’s too much to ask after what he did… but now I see that wewe still care about him, there must be some reason. He tried to kill himself many times. I figure wewe could go there and just say that wewe forgive him, even if wewe don’t. I know wewe don’t have any reason to do that, I know that wewe feel he deserves all of what he’s been through…”
“I don’t think he deserves that… I don’t think anyone deserves that… I just…” Cuddy interrupted.
“Then talk to him.”
“I can’t… I don’t want him to get hurt but I’m not able to forgive him… It’s something I don’t have control over… I tried, but… I failed.”
“Then lie, if wewe really don’t want him to get hurt. I know how hard it is… and how cruel it is to ask wewe something like this… but it’s just… He is so different from the other convicts… that place is not a place he should be… I mean, of course he has to pay for what he did. I just don’t… well, let me shut up.”
