Yours to Command by Shona Husk

Author:Shona Husk
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shona Husk

Chapter Five

The door shut and locked, then the lights went out. Another day over. One step closer to being free. Alex lay on his bed, eyes closed as if he was ready for sleep. He wasn’t—most days it took a while for his mind to settle. Though now it wasn’t the reality of prison life or the lessons regarding Solitaire that were keeping him awake. No, it was something much more pleasant. He smiled in the dark. No one was watching and no one would question why he was grinning. In these moments Sienna was there, in his thoughts and in his dreams. He was like a teenage boy after getting laid for the first time.

“Heard you got some pussy,” one of his cellmates said.

He didn’t want to drag the memory of what they’d done into here. It didn’t belong here. “Just following orders.”

Which was kind of the truth. But her orders were ones he would gladly follow.

The two guys laughed. “I bet you followed them real good.”

He remembered her face, her lips parted. The way she kept his cuffs magnetized so he couldn’t touch her. To her, he was a con. Someone who couldn’t be trusted … yet she’d kissed him goodbye. He pressed his lips together. That kiss had meant something. Hadn’t it?

She was fucking with his mind.

“Yeah I did.” Alex turned over, keeping his back to the wall.

Three to a cell. It wasn’t too bad. Better than on Earth, where there’d been six or eight, and mattresses on the floor. Most people were in for a minor infraction, but once in prison they could be put to work on the farms as cheap labor. It was a scam. Make rules that the slum dwellers couldn’t live by, then jail them and make them work for three crappy meals and a bed in a cell.

One day they’d rise up and pull down the towers, but he wouldn’t be there to see it. He touched his chest and inhaled. He hadn’t been aware he’d had chem-lung—not many people were, until they got a cough that they couldn’t shake, or a wheeze that lasted past winter. He wouldn’t have lived long enough to see the uprising. Average life expectancy for a slum dweller was only fifty. He’d been right on target. Now his lungs were clear and he had a chance. If he had kids, they’d have a chance.

After a few minutes one of the guys slid out of bed. Alex tensed. There was movement in the bunk below him, then softly murmured words, interspaced with kissing.

Great. It was one of those nights. But he couldn’t begrudge them. He just wished he didn’t have to listen. At first they had invited him to join them, but after Alex had politely declined three times, they’d stopped asking. No matter how long he was in prison, he wasn’t experimenting with men.

His hand slid under the pillow and he felt around for the peach stone. It was firm and rough between his fingers. The noise below him grew louder, even though they were trying to keep quiet.

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