Captain sat opposite, flexing his fingers. There were bruises on his knuckles, and the skin had split.

“How did that happen?” Rory asked.

“When I was having a dream, turned over and punched the wall.”

“The wall owned you.” Ollie snorted.

Beside the tiredness in his eyes and his slumped stance, Captain managed a laugh.

“Benjamin Tracy?”

Captain looked up at the guard. “That’s me.”

“Come with me.”

Captain sighed and got to his feet. His hand hung at his side, and several pairs of eyes snapped to it, analyzing the damage. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Captain no longer blocked the sight of Pauly and his table of friends. He perked up, waited until Captain had passed through the gate, then got to his feet.

“Sweetheart, now your bodyguard’s gone, we can finally have a chat.”

Pauly sat down on Captain’s seat and reached across the table. Rory quickly pulled his hand away and went to stand, but two hands pressed down on his shoulders, keeping him in place.

Pauly turned to Ollie. “Take a walk.”

“But—”

“No buts, get up, and leave.”

“It’s all right.” Rory whispered.

Ollie stood up, grabbed his tray, and moved to the opposite end of the room. He darted concerned glances back, and Pauly wobbled his lip to mock him.

“Poor little baby, have I stolen his favorite toy.”

“What do you want?”

“I told you the other day … you.”

“I’m not … gay.”

It was a lie. He’d realized he was gay when he was twelve and he obsessed over boybands. Not the songs, or the dance routines, but their bodies when they whipped off their shirts.

“That’s okay sweetheart, neither am I, but in here, a hole is a hole, and you’ve got two I’d love to get acquainted with. And fucking Sebastian Claw’s cellmate, when I know you’re exactly his type, is the cherry on top.”

He leaned back in the chair and joined his hands behind his head. “I’m thinking of it now, you going back to your cell with my cum on your breath, my bites on your neck, your lips all swollen, and I don’t mean the ones on your face.”

“I’m flattered, but I’m fine how I am…”

Fingers dug into Rory’s shoulders, and he gasped, and slapped his hand down on them, trying his best to tug them away. They kept pressing until he was certain he’d have bruises.

“Stop.” Rory panted.

Pauly hummed. “That sound is music to my ears.”

Ollie returned to the table with Teddy in tow. Teddy grunted and slammed his tray down in front of Pauly. The food splattered Pauly’s lap, and he gawped before gritting his teeth.

“Son of a bitch…”

Teddy brought his hands up, fists closed, knees slightly bent, ready for a fight. Pauly huffed and looked down at himself.