Mike pulled a cloth from his pockets and poured the contents of the bottle on the cloth.“Time to sleep, princess” Mike whispered in her ear.She th...rashed her body as he placed the damp cloth on her face. “Sleep” He whispered in her ear.A hand started to rub her pussy again. She continued thrashing her body, trying to break free from the fingers between her legs. Her movements started to slow down. Her head started to feel light. “That's it. Just breathe” A voice whispered in her ear.She took a. Full from home-made lunches that consisted of more than watery gruel, stale bread and stagnant water, the guards would get drowsy and complacent while waiting for the shift change at three. It took all of Faith’s strength to keep from snapping their fat, lazy necks.But each time she felt the resentment build, each time she felt the pulse of vi0lence itching beneath her skin, she remembered the last time she’d felt that way: facing off with B in her own body, and how easy it was to forget it was. None of THEM were gentlemen." That sucks," I said."I wouldn't say that, exactly," she said.I looked up, confused. She had "that look" on her face again.I had named it "that look" because she used it on me every once in a while, but I didn't know what it meant. It was a look I didn't understand at all. It looked half like she was about to smile, like she'd made a joke, except that I never understood the joke. And it looked half like she was curious about something, except she never asked me what. She wore a peachy dressing gown nothing special but you could tell that she had no bra on underneath but it was well wrapped round her so nothing was revealing. I would sit on the end of the sofa and try my hardest not to look at her breasts but found it difficult and I'm sure she would catch me a few times as she often gave me a cheeky smile. I would then go to the bathroom to have a shower and have a wank thinking of them.One morning I went down as usual and as I approached the kitchen she.