DANIEL
I can't quite explain the kind of rage I felt, when a guard barged into my office and notified me of the accident, involving a new inmate, named Liam. Matthew is the one who had reported the incident, according to the report I am holding. Why didn't any of the guards see or hear the commotion and step in? This is just a cover-up and if my guess is right, it was planned all along and some guards were in on it. That is why it was easy to keep other inmates off the corridor at such a busy time. I dashed to the CCTV room and requested to see the footage of that particular hallway. As I had suspected, nothing came up. The guard on duty checked the cameras, only to realize a whole thirty minutes file had been deleted. It could have been anyone because most of the guards have password access. I should change it and just give to specific ones. It will make it easier to pin out culprits with only a few to consider. Though the guard in question was one of my own, he had to sign a written warning. He was the one on duty, and such shouldn't have happened under his watch. I went back to my office, ready to head home, but the desire to visit Liam overwhelmed me. I started for the infirmary. When I got there, doctor Mark directed me to his room. I opened the door and found him laying on his side with his back facing me. I could tell he was struggling in that position. I laid my hand on his back intending to repositioning him, but unfortunately, I ended up startling him.He turned his head too fast, which caused him to moan in pain. I apologized and slowly helped him to settle comfortably on the bed, after which I took time studying his slender frame.Minus all the bruises, his pale skin was the smoothest and softest adult boy skin I have ever touched. It made me wonder the kind of home he comes from.It was obvious he was a sheltered boy, who in some aspects was still innocent. The way he averted his gaze and suddenly got interested in his IV drip was interesting to watch. The nervous smile on his face indicated he was blushing under my scrutiny. As I continued staring at him blatantly, he squirmed, rubbing his palm against the bed, avoiding any eye contact. My fingers were itching to trace his skin some more, but I didn't want to appear creepy.He coughed awkwardly, making me reign in my fascination. I paced around the small room in silence, shoving my hands in the pocket. I didn't want to leave him alone, but I knew I had to. And soon. In a desperate attempt to help him, I inquired if he needed stronger painkillers and food.It turned out he did.I found it amusing, the way he suddenly gained the courage to utter full sentences with me, when food was in question.“I will have the doctor bring it to you,” I offered with a small smile before bidding him goodbye. I did promise to check on him the following day.I needed to know more about him, than ever wanted to know about anyone. But then again, he wasn't like anyone I had ever met.LIAM I zoned out staring at the white ceiling, as each click from the clock hanging by the wall next to my bed infiltrated my idle mind.A small smile played on my lips, recollecting the short but delightful dialogue, I had with the warden earlier. True to his word, the doctor brought some stronger pain meds and really good tomato soup. He explained I couldn't have any solid food because my body was still in pain, and it would require much more effort from my side, which I was in no condition to give. After I was done with the soup, I took the painkillers but hesitated on the sleeping pills. He had left them for me, just in case I needed something to help me sleep. I have been contemplating taking them for a while now, but I have this paranoia that maybe someone will sneak in the room when I am busy hibernating and off me.I know it sounds crazy, but I am still petrified, since I was attacked for no reason whatsoever. I am afraid I might get killed the same way, for no reason.From
DANIELI knew it was a cringeworthy measure that I had resorted to, but there was no other way of satisfying my curiosity. I am currently filtering the results of Liam Anderson on Instagram, but I can't seem to find the right profile. It does feel weird, stalking him on social media, considering I never do such things. But I have to know him. There is something about him that's making me do things I wouldn't normally do. After coming up with countless wrong profiles, I tried to abbreviate his name differently, and still nothing.I was almost giving up when an idea popped into my mind. I clearly remembered the said boyfriend's name from his file. I typed in the search bar and the second profile was his. He is quite famous among his peers. Luckily, the Spencer kid had tagged Liam in most of his posts. I don't know what I was expecting, but this is not it. Most of the pictures on his account were nature portraits. He only had three pictures of himself, and I did a screenshot of e
LIAMI was calm, and perhaps a bit happy since I talked to dad yesterday. It was good to hear his warm, soothing voice tell me everything will turn out all right. Not that I believed him, but it felt nice to hear him hope. Daniel had prompted me to end the call fifteen minutes, and I did immediately because I knew he had taken a risk helping me.Dad had offered to reimburse his recharge, but he refused, saying that he was happy to help. ****I am starting to enjoy the peace in this tiny room I am bound in. Though my body is still sore, the pain is manageable. I am supposed to be released back to the cells by tomorrow, and I'm dreading it.I don't know what's waiting for me on that other side, although Daniel promised to look out for me. And some part of me trusts that he will do just that. *****It has been three days of no much happenings, since I came back to my cell.Mathew has been helping me move around, 'cause I am still using crutches.We've maintained the same routine; brea
LIAM I have had peace, doing simple chores, since I couldn't exert pressure on any part of my body. I am anxiously looking forward to my cousin's visit today. I am quite eager to see him and Christian so that I can scold them for postponing their wedding on my behalf.Just thinking of it makes me feel terrible, I know how much of a big deal it was for Lex to marry, again.I never thought he would ever attempt to get involved with anyone else after James' total failure. He has been through a lot, and I hate myself for adding to his burdens.“Liam…” a familiar voice startled me momentarily. I placed the flowers I was holding on the altar and turned to face the warden. I almost gasped at how luscious he looked. This is what happens when you spend a lot of time seeing old men dressed in horrible tunics. “Sir,” I mumbled, trying not to ogle. “Please call me, Daniel.” He breathed hastily. “I prefer that.” His deep baritone had my blood rushing to unwanted places, creating a problem f
DANIELLiam has the softest of hands. His smooth skin felt fragile under my rougher hands.The bolt of chills down my spine, when I touched him, startled me. I was so immersed in his pain the first time I touched him, in the hospital, to feel other things. The things I felt today in the absence of tears. It wasn't hard to know what those chills meant.He and I had a rapport, a solid one. I still don't know how I will go about it, but I don't plan to overthink it. My intercom buzzed, and I contemplated picking it. My secretary was just here a few minutes ago. What the hell did she forget to mention? “What is it?”“There is a gentleman here to see you, he is calling himself Alexander.” From her tone I could gather he was no official. “I don't know any Alexander,” I said, mostly to myself. “Send him in,” The tall gentleman who graced my office screamed power and wealth. From his Patek Philippe watch, to his plaid 3-piece gray suit and not to forget his Alexander McQueen leather sho
LIAMI breathlessly tucked in my spent c*ck, already starting to feel mortified, with my actions.Damn you, Daniel! For arousing these sensations, I can't even describe. For god's sake, I just finished wanking, picturing him. I have never had a faster release with my hand.What I feel for him isn't just sexual, it goes deeper than that. And I think he knows it too. Anytime he is around, I can't keep calm. My heart starts pounding, palms sweating and my cock jerks anytime I feel his touch. There is also this warm fuzziness I feel when I am with him. I have found it easy, to speak my mind in his presence, which rarely happens. Yesterday our gaze met briefly across the field, anyone watching would have caught onto us. I couldn't tear my eyes off him, and neither could he, honestly. It took much effort and nudging from Gianna for him to break the stare. And even then, I was disappointed he did.I had no caution with Daniel. No breaks, no restraints whatsoever. I was just falling hard,
DANIELI specifically requested Gianna to place Liam on office cleaning duty today. I haven't had time to talk to him in the last two days. I have been avoiding him in hopes of suppressing my desires. I want him badly, and avoiding him hasn't dampened that.I am expecting him to walk through the door any minute now, with cleaning supplies. The very thought of seeing him scares me delightfully. There was a light knock, and the knob turned. I swallowed hard. The door opened, and he peeked in, shyly at first. When his eyes found mine, he smiled, and it was contagious. I reeled in the comfort that I wasn't happy alone. He wanted to see me, and I, him.“Hey,” he walked further into the room, closing the door. He was standing just a few meters away. “ Hi.” I answered, getting on my feet. He fidgeted, clutching onto the mop tightly.“What is it?” It was obvious he wanted to say something. “You know you can trust me,” He seemed to think about it. My gaze didn't stray from him.“I have a
LIAM I stiffened in his arms the moment he hugged me. It was unexpected, but after the initial shock wore off, I allowed myself to relax and enjoy the warm embrace. Hugging Daniel felt nice, really nice. I buried my nose on his chest and smelled the lemon-ish fragrance clinging to his shirt. His hands which held just below my shoulders were rubbing softly on my back in a comforting manner. It was as if he was drilling it to my mind that he was there with me. I was aware of my body's reaction to his nearness, and so was he. I reluctantly pulled back, but we still stood close, feeling each other's breath. His head started to lower, closing the distance between our faces as seconds ticked by. If not for my untimely sneeze, our lips could have touched. He chuckled awkwardly, stepping back, drawing a nervous smile from me. We kept the conversation flowing for a few more minutes, and he promised to look into my request. We agreed he should leave and let me carry on with the cleaning.