Adult Zone
16. Freer

...FREER...

...Written by David Khanz...

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My man broke when he heard the clang of iron bars being knocked. A man in uniform, sangar stood looking with a sharp look, unlocking the lock of the prison door. Complete with a club clasped in the hand. Ready to spread terrible terror for all residents of the prison.

"Get out!" His voice filled every corner of the room. I got up and rushed out of the cell. "What's the morning I was told to come out, sir?" many wonder. He clenched heavily while closing back the terrace door. "You think it's morning, huh? You sleepyhead!" said cold. Skinned almost every inch of my body with his eyeballs. "Follow me and don't ask too many questions!"

That's orders. Every utterance that comes out of the man's mouth is a rule that must be fulfilled. Otherwise, the barrel of a black rod in his hand would have floated down mercilessly. The name of this man is Robert. The prison warden who is notoriously sadistic treats the prison dwellers, if they dare to defy.

I followed her steps towards a small, dimly lit room. Stopped there, then turned around and looked at me like that. Educate. "Open your clothes!" robert's word is hard. I doubt. What's gonna happen? Torture or .. ah, no. Don't let that last thing happen. About the indecent news received by other fellow inmates. Being an orgasmic mistress of the Asusila.

"Everything, Sir?" My hands trembled as I was about to take off the rest of the clothes, which were still attached to cover the maleness area. "All, fool! Wait especially?" his jolt with a thunderous voice.

Yeah, God! I had to bother also while closing my eyes and chest pounding. Resigned, no matter what. Maybe today will be the second most important time in the history of life. Losing 'holyness' in the hands of the most hated man in the world. Then waited for some time later, without daring to open the petals. Imagining Robert suddenly ambushing from behind greedily.

"Wear this!" robert said after a moment of silence. He threw something at my body. Like fabric. Slowly I opened my eyes. I saw a piece of clothing lying right at my feet.

Still misgivings mixed with astonishment, I reached one by one without willing to look back at the man's gaze. But at least this broke the ugly shadow about him. There is no way that Robert's classmate lusted for fellow menakun. That's I'm sure when I noticed the clothes that were proffered earlier. Not a negligee or anything like that.

"Now follow me!" robert gave the order. I'm obeying. Following his steps which were always accompanied by a loud crackling shrunk the guts. Already hundreds of bodies have felt the end of the barrel of a man's shoe. The outcome? I don't know and I never want to find out. Too horrible.

Robert went into another room. It is bright on almost every ceiling. There are several personnel, on standby with their respective duties.

"Sit down!" The tip of Robert's eye told me to occupy the chair he thrust out with his foot, in front of a hardwood table. "Not to be read. Sign these files immediately." He slammed the paper-filled map in front of me.

"What is this, sir?" my question is not to understand. Robert's eyes glared fiercely. "I said autograph too, fool! Don't ask too many questions!" it's shedding power in my body.

"B-f-well, P-pak. M-m-sorry-f," I replied shaking violently. Quickly open the file, and then sign every place requested. "S-s-it's s-s-se-mua, P-pak."

Robert stared coldly. He approached. Standing with one leg up on my knee. Can only stand still and grimace in pain, letting the man's shoe pad press down firmly.

"Now get out of here" said Robert flatly. "You're free to go anywhere."

I glanced among the fear. "I'm free, sir?" Not believing it just like that. Given the punishment period that must be lived, there is still a quarter left. "Why? Still comfortable? Want to die rotting here, huh?!" Robert moved his head. His foul breath swept across my face. "T-no, P-sir!" The more trembling of this body accompanied by a stammering sound. Greeted Robert's disgusting grin.

Then the thick man gave orders to one of the personnel there. Moving my head once, told me to take me to the front of the gate.

"Enjoy your freedom. We hope you don't linger out there" said the officer who released me right at the gate. Strange grin like Robert earlier, seemed to decorate his black lips.

Ah, I don't care. There is no point in having to guess what is implied by the look of their faces. Right now, just want to get away from the cursed place immediately. Several years in detention, serving time for actions that were never done. Yeah, I'm in jail for someone. Accused of running away a young woman.

It's not my fault I never knew. He asked for help. Terrified. Escape from a rich man who threatens to kill him. Shit, without investigating first, I'm willing to help. Until finally one day, some well-built men came ambushing.

Fist fists and the kicking of their legs, graced the end of my freedom. We were led into a place of judgment. He was ensnared in a layered law; he was immoral to another man's wife and tried to escape her. Strange allegations. Though not a small body of the woman I could touch. All ended smoothly without being able to dodge, crouching behind cold and damp iron bars. Somehow the fate of the woman. Until the footprints stepped on the ground freely today, it had not been heard of. Even the rich man. Goddamn shit!

Just sober up, this is not the morning as imagined before. The darkening sky accompanied by a small speck filled nature. Tilted swept away by a gust of cold wind poked the bones. What time is this? There is no life around. All in one word, silence.

The streets are wet and deserted. With a moist body condition, I can get to a place. Numpang took shelter in the middle of a shivering atmosphere. Not far from a body curled up there. A bum? Might as well. It smelled from the smell of the dirty clothes he was wearing.

Ah, crap! This stomach is getting sore to ask to be filled. There is no one I can ask for food. Except him. That shabby figure.

"Hey, wake!" after approaching. He's realized. Opening his eyes from his. "You got a little food for me?"

He got up with great difficulty. Staring at me with a blank look and a deathly pale face. Lt hurts? Caring demon. I just want to think of a hungry stomach. "Give me a little food. I'm starving" I said as I looked at a lump of leftover bread lying nearby.

She shook her head. Seemed like to say, but only able to make a soft voice that I do not understand at all.

"Uuhhhh .. aaahhh," he said as he moved his palms left and right. Slow and weak.

"What do you mean, a padlock?" I tried to digest, but it was dead-end. This abdominal pain is more torturous, rather than having to understand the gestures of the figure. "You don't want to share? Goddamn shit! You're so fucking fucking fucking fisted!"

I took the remaining bread. He tried to prevent it, but the flick of his hand was forced to be ignored. Then immediately devoured the spoils of the food. It can fill the stomach for a while.

"I'm sorry, I had to take your food. I'm hungry because I just got out of jail. You should know that!" I pat her cheek a few times. Warm. Hhmmm, that raspy skin .. whether he has a fever. Given that in the middle of this cold weather, there was no way his body could be that warm.

Again I don't care. This stomach is still stinging. That's what I should've done. Looking for food elsewhere. Thank goodness someone gave me free. If not, I feel compelled to use the same method. Like earlier. Steal. Over where? It was hard to find people this late. Everyone is enjoying the dream. In addition, food vendors are often staying up waiting for customers, or it could be elsewhere.

With shabby and humid conditions, I entered a place. Mini-market. A few pairs of eyes stared strangely and suspiciously. Especially with bare feet, dirty leaves traces along the steps. Again, I don't care. Just want to immediately stop the snare of hungry torment wrapped around the stomach. That'sthat's all.

"Sorry, I'm not shopping" I said after circling the merchandise shelf at the other end, at the officer who had been staring suspiciously.

"Wait, Mas. Don't go," he said as he followed. "What's wrong?" I pretend to be confused. He noticed my shirt bubble. "That's what?" He pointed.

I wave. "It's nothing. Just a shirt supply. Because I don't have a bag, "I'm lying. He can't believe it, "Sorry, can I check?"

"Don't. I said just clothes. You don't believe it?" my grit. "Not in disbelief, but let me examine it for a moment" the officer said, reaching for a shirt on the part he wanted. I'm kinkling. Try to dodge and quickly run outside.

"Most!"

The screams accelerated my run. At the same time, the people who were around were scattering hunting. Ah, crap! Must be evasive before ....

BUKS!

One slap landed hard on the nape. I'm losing balance. Falling down on the muddy ground, then roaring in pain as the subsequent hits hit the entire body. There was no chance to just get up and move on, except the cry of anger that drove me to the pitch.

When I woke up, I found myself in a dark, cold, stuffy room. A few pairs of eyes stared unfriendly. Pain affects every joint, when trying to move and inching. My lips felt swollen, with the same taste and salty filling the surface of the tongue. The view is hard to open.

All of a sudden up ahead there sounded a loud snickering shitty. A familiar sound filled the ear cavity over the past few years. "How does it feel to enjoy your momentary freedom, you idiot?" ask the owner of the voice behind bars. "In a moment, you will be free. Not here, but in another realm slowly." Then followed by the sound of the same sound.

I want to answer, but it's hard to move this jaw. It hurts so bad. Can only remove a soft whimper through the nostrils that often secrete a thick red liquid.

The big-bodied man was wearing a uniform, and was always clutching the barrel of the black stick, sweeping out a glance. Precisely, in the whole room is narrow but inhabited by many souls who are serving a period of punishment. "You also, the wicked, will have the same fate as him. So do not have much hope, because your life is just counting days. Hahaha," he said then left us just like that.

I don't know what he meant. I don't get it. Can only groan in pain for the rest of the few days before this body weakens. Prolonged high fever, coughing, dizziness, and inhaled breathing limits suffocate the chest. It happened not just to me, but to them as well. Fellow occupants of the room. Not until half a month. Then ....

I screamed in pain, twitched, and then fell silent together. Forever.