Beyond Justice
“to stop. If anyone outside ever heard of our gladiator matches, they simply would not believe it possible.Somehow, I managed to avoid becoming one of the contestants. They probably figured someone as soft as me would've been disappointing to watch. No fun watching a guy get wiped out in less than a minute. I earned the nickname "Silkworm."For safe measure, though, I started working out again. I was up to seventy five pushups a set, even twenty, one-handed. Some of the inmates liked to flaunt their musculature by wearing cutoffs and tanks. I kept it to myself, always wearing a loose fitting California Department of Corrections shirt over my undershirt to hide my progress. The element of surprise might come in handy one day.Butch and I seemed to have settled into an understanding where we didn't cross each other's paths. But this wouldn't last forever. Simply ignoring me didn't suffice. Eventually, he had to gain the upper hand."Here's the deal," Butch said, after I finished ...showering."Do you have to talk to me only when I'm naked?" He wagged his eyebrows. "I'm going to give you a paper bag. Leave it under the bench in Cage-D tomorrow, during exercise time. That's all there is to it."I toweled off and wrapped myself. "You want me to smuggle contraband for you?""You got a point?""Just what side of the law are you on, anyway?"Butch leaned against the doorframe and chortled. Then he looked me up and down. I didn't like the way he was leering, it made me feel filthy. "Within these walls, Silk, I am the law. Gonna do it or not?""Not."He stuffed the bag back into his jacket. "I'm disappointed.""You'll get over it." Why did he need me to do this when he could easily have slipped the contraband into whatever cell he wanted to? There had to be something more to it."You're looking pretty buff these days, buddy." He pulled out the toothpick and admired its badly mangled end. He put it back between his lips and puckered, making a sick, kissing noise. If Dog or any of the other inmates had made the pass at me, I might only have been repulsed, not surprised. But the thought of Butch...I was going to be sick.He came closer and yanked the towel off my waist, leaving me more vulnerable than I'd ever felt in my entire life. The gust sent a shiver up my spine."Back off!" I was up against a wall, completely naked.Butch reached over and began to touch my face. "Why can't you just get with the program like the others?"I smacked his hand away and slid out of his reach. "I'd rather die.""Careful what you wish for," he said and let out a sigh. Acquiescing with his bushy unibrow, Butch stepped away and dropped my towel on the floor. "One of these days, you'll look back and wished you'd been more...MoreLess
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