The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

6

"Move along!" Logan is ordered by one of the two prison guards who shoves him forward as they escort him to his cell.

"Alright, this is gonna be your new home," one of the guards says as he searches his bunch of keys for the key to that cell. In the cell are situated a lot of jocks, mostly skinheads, black and white. It's one hell of an intimidating sight to see them glaring at you. And that was exactly what they were doing, glaring at Logan, who shyly and more due to the intimidation averted eye contact. As the guard tries a couple of keys, Logan hopes that he doesn't find the key quickly. His face at this point kind of seems like he's desperate for some miracle.

'Maybe it's a dream' he thinks, 'it has to be. I'll wake up and it'll all just be a dream' he repeats to himself in a whispery mantra. Then......

'Clink!'

"Finally, I got it," the guard says to the other laughing as he tells him about how he always finds this cell key difficult to identify.

"Alright, pretty boy. Get in" the other guard says as he kicks him from behind, forcing him in before the steel grill door is shut against him.

'This can't be real! This can't be happening!' he panics in his mind as he holds on to the steel bars.

"Please don't leave me in here!" He pleads as the guards begin to walk away.

'Clip! Clop! Clip! Clop!"

Hope dwindles as the sound of their footsteps begins to fade out. Scared to the bone, he latches on to the bars, unwilling to let go. Unwilling to face the reality that lies ahead. Unwilling to face the scary faces behind him. He begins to hear mutters from behind him coupled with chuckles.

What could they be so happy about?

After over three minutes of clutching himself to the bars, he loses all hope. Despair sets in as he turns around to see the skinheads looking at him almost sensually as they sized him up with their eyes.

"Come on baby boy, come over here". "Yeah don't be shy" "We ain't gonna hurt ya" Their voices kept penetrating his ears as he hurried to a corner, his eyes closed shut, and sat down there, crouched quietly as tears welled up in his eyes.

While he sobs quietly in the corner, a huge black heavily tattooed skinhead gets up from his bed and walks up to him. Logan hears the sound of the boots walking closer and closes his eyes tightly.

'Please don't come near me, please don't come....' he repeats in his mind with each footstep. Then, the footsteps suddenly stop. He opens one eye slightly to take a peek and sees the huge boots right in front of him. His eyes shut back immediately and he refuses to look up but remains in his crouched position.

"Hey man, what's the problem?" He hears a deep voice suddenly ask him. He gives no response, too scared to give a reply.

"What you don't wanna talk?" The guy asks again, only to get no response. At this point, the other prisoners were slowly getting on their feet.

"Ayy man, around these parts, we gotta cooperate, ya feel me dawg?" The guy asks again and still gets no response.

Now he's pissed!

"Get the fuck up, motherfucker!" He says as he pulls Logan by the collar up to his feet and pins him against the wall in a chokehold.

"Let go of me" Logan struggles as he kicks around with his legs, which by the way were off the ground, and tries to break free with his hands clenched around the guy's fist.

"Oh, so you can talk?" The skinhead asks at which point all the others chuckle. There seems to be a pecking order among the inmates and it doesn't take Logan much time to realize who's boss around here.

"You fine as fuck, mo'erfucker," the guy says as he traces a line with his finger from Logan's neck down to his belly button, "it's been a while since we got some fresh meat around here, ain't that right boys?" He asks the others, who affirm.

"Let us at him, boss," one of the white ones said (whose accent makes boss sound more like a boss), "We gon' treat him right"

"Sure but not yet" he responds, "I'll need to break him in first. Don't want y'all niggas killing him too early," he says as he loosens the chokehold and Logan falls to the floor, gasping heavily for breath.

"Alright new boy, here's the deal," he says, "I know you're scared and I can make all that disappear but you've gotta gimme something else in return, ya dig?"

"Wh.... what do you.....you...want?" Logan stutters due to a mix of fear and his shortness of breath, "I'll give you..any.. anything. Just don't hurt me" he pleads.

"Good! That's what I like to hear. I see we're on the same page after all" he says with a beaming smile, revealing the gap in his front teeth. Then he unzips his pants and reveals a huge black dingus!

"Alright boy, bon appetit," he says with a smile as Logan looks up at it horrified by the sight.

"What in the world is he gonna do now?

*** Still in the prison cell ***

'What in the world?'

'Ain't no way I'm doing that' Logan thinks.

"What's the problem, white boy? I thought we had ourselves a deal?" The black skinhead asks in an impatient tone.

"Hell no! There's no way in hell I'm doing anything like this" he says as he stands up to his feet.

"Hey man, we don't break deals around these parts," the skinhead says with an intimidating baritone as he takes a step closer, cornering Logan.

"Back up man," Logan says as he pushes him by the chest. The guy doesn't even budge but rather Logan recoils and hits his back against the wall.