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I was in the kitchen when I felt someone press a sharp object to my back. When the man grabbed me I screamed. I thought that I was safe here, but I guess I’m not safe anywhere. The man quickly pulled me down the far hallway and into the third wing. He was apparently somewhat familiar with the layout of the house.
When we get to Anthony’s office I think he realizes that there isn’t an escape out this way. He’s talking low to me the whole time putting Anthony down. I figure out that it is his father. I remember he told me that his father was in prison for murdering his mother. Now I’m curious as to how and why he is out of prison. I thought he would be serving life for murder. I don’t question the man, I just let him take the lead. If there was anything Jeff taught me during our ‘punishment sessions’ was that the man led. I also learned to keep calm when in a situation that I couldn’t control.
Anthony’s father can feel my slight bulge where our baby is growing. He says, “I see my son’s been busy. Let me have a piece of ass and I’ll show you who the better man is.”
It grosses me out to think that a father would want to have sex with his son’s woman. He’s pressing the tip of a knife to my throat and I know not to fight him. He could kill me or the baby easily. I don’t say anything, but I can feel his free hand under my shirt and groping my breast. That’s when I spy a letter opener, it’s close enough to my hand that I could grab it without much movement. I lean forward as if to give myself to the man and I grab the letter opener.
“Mm. That’s a girl. Let me slide in there and show you who’s better. Anthony’s momma liked it rough too.” He whispers in my ear as I feel his hand sliding down to my pants. Apparently his fondling of my breasts had turned me on. Not that I could control my body’s response. I try to pass it off as I really do want him. I have to bide my time before I stab him with the letter opener. If I stab him before he puts the knife down he could stab me and kill me or the baby. If I wait until he puts the knife down I have more of a chance to stab and get away.
He keeps telling me how he hasn’t been with a woman in over thirty years, he even tries to apologize that the only people he’s been able to be intimate with are other male inmates. Gag. He promises me that he’s not gay, but when you got needs in prison you got to take care of them one way or another.
My time has come; he places the knife down on the desk as he’s undoing his pants. I wait a few more seconds until he’s in a compromising position and can’t run after me. I say a silent prayer and thrust the letter opener back into the darkness I feel it pierce something soft, and then he starts to scream. I’ve taken and moved the knife off the desk with my other hand while I was stabbing at his leg, or whatever.
“You bitch!” He screams as he stumbles back in astonishment.