Free Prey Drive by Wrath James White

cheeks and when she smiled, dimples erupted on both sides of her face. Staring at her, Joe couldn’t help but smile, and this time, there was nothing manipulative behind the expression. The guard was “cute.” That was the best way to describe her. She was practically adorable. Her obvious bashfulness only made her more endearing. Joe knew he had to win her over. If Selene’s lawyers failed, she could be his ticket to freedom. He only hoped he wouldn’t have to kill her when it was over. His conscience was still struggling with Alicia’s death. He didn’t want any more regrets.
    The elevator doors opened and Joe was led down two more long halls and through three more doors before finally being led into a room to be strip searched. He was walked through a metal detector and then Belton patted him down and waved a wand over him before handing him off to a slender, pockmarked older officer Joe didn’t know. They usually had a CO from another cellblock do the strip search. COs and inmates often got too familiar and the warden didn’t want a CO letting something slip or getting paid off to ignore a piece of contraband. If the guards and the inmates didn’t know each other, that type of collusion was a lot less likely.
    Both Officer Belton and Officer Addison remained in the room as Joe was ordered to strip.
    “Normally, there’s only two of us in here for this. But since this is your first day, I didn’t want to throw you to the wolves so soon. And this motherfucker right here is the goddamn wolfman! Don’t let him fool you. He’d rip your goddamn throat out if he could. He’s in here for eating a woman alive along with three other folks. Did you know that? They said there was nothing left of her but bones when he was done with her,” Belton said, watching the new officer for a reaction.
    Joe turned to see her reaction too. She shivered and rubbed her arms like she was trying to rub away goose bumps.
    “I’ve got it from here,” the pockmarked old CO said as he donned plastic gloves. “All right, Mr. Miles, you know the drill. Everything off.”
    Belton unshackled him so Joe could remove his shoes, shirt, pants, and underwear. Joe folded them neatly and placed them on a metal cot. He made eye contact with Officer Addison while the old pockmarked CO checked under his tongue, in his hair, under his arms, beneath his ball sack. He saw her appraise his striated chest muscles, chiseled triceps and biceps, pronounced six-pack that was nearly an eight-pack, the thick trapezius and deltoid muscles in his shoulders, his huge quadriceps and calf muscles, and the impressive length and girth of his sexual organ, which was thickening and hardening as he stared at her. She inhaled sharply and managed, with obvious effort, to pull her eyes away from his groin.
    “Touch your toes, son.”
    Joe bent over and the officer checked his rectum with a flashlight before probing it with his fingers.
    “He don’t look so tough now, do he? Huh? He still look sexy with a fist in his ass?” Belton asked Officer Addison, glaring at her in disgust.
    “Okay, he’s good.”
    “Get dressed, Miles. Your visitors await,” Belton said gleefully.
    There was something different in the way Belton spoke to him now. There was a smirk on his face. Earlier he seemed incensed at the idea of anyone coming to visit him, especially two women. Now he seemed to be delighted by the idea.
    “Who are they?”
    Belton waved toward the visiting room. “See for yourself.”
    Joe hurried back into his prison clothes and the two officers walked with him into the visiting room. Seated on the opposite side of a thick glass partition was a voluptuous Spanish woman with long, black, curly hair, pudgy cheeks with deep dimples, full bow-shaped lips, and large, timid eyes with heavy eyelashes. She was young, barely twenty, and painfully pretty. Even through the conservative, high-necked blouse she was wearing, it was obvious that her breasts were larger than