The horrendous alarm reminded me of a World War II raid siren going off as it continued to blare across the entire prison endlessly. It wasn't too long before my ears started ringing and my head started pounding. I could sense the prison gearing to erupt into a full-blown battle as baton-wielding and mace-holding guards ran past me by the dozens. Another dozen guards wearing riot gear and holding riot shields followed. 

Moments later, the sound of a fight starting reached my ears. From deep within the bowls of the prison, I could hear terrible shouts and screams echoing off the stone walls. I imagined that the guards were engaging the prisoners in an effort to subdue them. 

The icy hand of dread seemed to wrap itself around my throat; my breathing quickened and my throat went extremely dry. 

Of all the times for such a thing to occur, it had to happen while I was in the premises. Talk about rotten luck. Or was this a daily occurrence? Either way, I was not staying here long enough to find out. I would be a fool not to get the hell out of the visit room area and make it back to the reception at the very least, if not exit the building completely until I knew things were under control. I had no way of knowing if any prison cells were nearby, but I would not be taking any chances with my safety.  

Briefcase in hand, I peeked my head through the visit area's entrance for any signs of imminent danger, and when I saw none, I hurriedly left it and proceeded to race back the way I came. 

If I had known the risks -or the sights that I'd be made to see- before coming here, I would have asked for more pay. Or I would have passed on the job like a normal person in possession of all their cognitive abilities. 

Someone's threatening voice over the alarms nearly made me jump out of my skin. A man's voice blared through the invisible speakers, "Attention! All prison blocks are now going on full lockdown! I repeat; all blocks are now going on full lockdown! Inmates must return to their designated cells immediately, or risk a heavy penalty!" 

The prison was going on lockdown!

In my mind's eye, I imagined bars descending from the sealing and sectioning off areas of the prison.

Move it, Julian! 

As I hurriedly made my way to the reception area, I didn't chance upon any more running guards; most likely they had all gone to subdue the riot. I was about to run a particular section of the prison that I'd come from when I saw the telltale orange uniform of the inmates. I immediately hid against the wall as I waited for the prisoners to disappear. 

"Quick man, they're onto us! We gotta go!" One of them rasped, seemingly out of breath, urging his fellow inmate who was leaning against the wall trying to catch his breath, his breathing labored form all the fleeing.

When I peeked again, I saw that they'd disappeared down the hallway. 

Heart pounding, I  immediately changed route and decided to take the way the perverted guard from earlier, Kevin, had shown me. The last thing I needed right now was to risk running into adrenaline-high, dangerous inmates with few to no guards around. 

I didn't remember running so quickly before in my life, the blood rushing in my ears and drowning out the blaring alarm. If I had known how the events of this day would unfold, I would have worn sweatpants.

Oh, there were a great many things that I didn't know about. 

As I was passing the forbidden room, a large hand shot out and grabbed me. With incredible force, I was pulled into the door and thrown on the ground like a sack of potatoes. I cried out in alarm as I fell, and my briefcase went spiraling across the floor, spewing papers from its insides all across the dirty floor. 

Ignoring the throbbing pain all over my left side, I hurriedly turned around and looked up to see Kevin and two other guys towering over me. The two guys were completely naked, while only Kevin retained his pants, exposing his muscled chest to scrutiny. I recognized one of the guys -or rather I recognized his nether region from all the lewd markings- as the guy who'd been stuck in the hole, taking it from both ends.

Upon seeing them, my gut plummeted. They stared at me with an unconcealed sinister gaze in their hooded eyes, and I instantly felt a powerful shiver slithering down my spine like a snake. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I growled, attempting to hide the fear behind a facade of anger. But it wasn't just a facade; I was royally pissed for being manhandled like this. Who gave them the right?

Kevin grinned at me mischievously, flashing me his pearly whites. His red eyes spoke of serious drug abuse and the room smelled like a weed joint since the last time I'd been in it only a couple of hours ago, so I assumed that he was under the influence. As a matter of fact, when my eyes scanned the other two, I saw that they all had been indulging themselves, in more ways than one. 

"We thought we'd hide out here and have fun together and wait this whole thing out," Kevin drawled lazily, but his eyes were not meeting mine; they were slowly traveling the length of my body and pausing in some areas more than others. It was violating to say the least. 

Have fun together. 

Oh, shit. 

Warning bells sounded in my head, rivaling the alarms echoing across the prison. This was not a good situation to be in. I should not be here. 

The only way for me to get out of this situation unscathed was to show some backbone. Surely they'd back off when they saw that I was not to be trifled with. 

"Whatever it is you have going on here, I don't want any part of it," I said, then slowly rose from the floor, ignoring the pain in my left knee. When Kevin suddenly grabbed and threw me to the ground, I was caught unaware, so I had no time to brace for impact and I landed on my left knee, hard. It now hurt like hell.  

"Come, now. Don't be like that. I saw how 'interested' you were by the show Micky put on." He urged just before grabbing Micky's marked-up ass. Micky yelped, then moaned a little too loudly for my comfort.

Had he no shame?

"What do you mean?" I asked, even though I was afraid of what he would say in reply. 

Kevin stepped forward and I instinctively took a step back, my heart in my throat. It would be wise to keep some distance between me and them. 

The slacking guard's amused face faltered for a second, exposing something ugly beneath the surface. 

Leaning forward, he 'whispered', "I saw how hard you were from seeing Micky get a piss enema." 

My eyes flew to Micky of their own accord. He smiled unashamedly at me while meeting my gaze head on. He winked. I felt fire spread across my face as my cheeks turned red. I bit down on my tongue to avoid sputtering like an idiot in denial. 

"Oh, don't bother denying it," Kevin purred, looking immensely pleased with himself. I wanted to sock him right in the jaw for being such a conceited, perverted bastard with no sense of duty or honor. Mostly, I wanted to punch him for being right.

How could I deny that which I knew to be true? Now much how much I refused to believe it or detested it, a part of me had been aroused by the display. 

"It doesn't matter. I want to leave," I said dismissively, hurriedly. 

Ignoring my demand, Kevin grabbed Micky by the waist, turned him around then bent him over. "Since you seemed to have liked it so much, why don't you give it a try?" Kevin proceeded to spread Micky's asscheeks apart, and cum and piss came dribbling out. "Here; take a leak."

I blanched. The last thing I needed right now was a reminder of that!

Speechless, I watched Kevin stick three fingers into Micky's gaping hole. As he started shoving his fingers back and forth, a horrid squelching sound echoed across the small room. 

My stomach turned in response. 

"I promise you once you're inside, you won't want to get out. He's got the thickest ass in all of this damned prison," Kevin purred sickeningly, his eyes pinning me in place. Micky moaned out loud again, seemingly lost in pleasure. He spread his legs, allowing for better 'access'. 

"Alright, I've had enough!" I proclaimed, deeply disturbed. I started to leave, meaning to step around the trio, when the third guy -who up until now had remained silent- stepped in my way, blocking the exit. 

"Not so fast." Kevin released and pushed Micky away like a discarded item, who stumbled a few steps but managed to stop himself from falling face first. 

"What do you want from me?" I already had a growing suspicion of what they wanted from me, and the only way they were getting was over my cold, dead carcass. "Both your dicks aren't enough to satisfy him?" 

Kevin chuckled as if he'd just told a joke that went over my head. Oh, I really wanted to rearrange his stupid face and see him try to laugh in my face then. 

I glanced past Kevin at the door, the only way out of this room. They'd closed it, and the two of them were standing between me and my way to salvation. 

"What do I want? I want a taste of your ass, that's what I want." Kevin reached for me. 

I reacted. 

Since the young age of six, my mother, bless her, had insisted I take self-defense lessons from an instructor. The lessons consisted of this: how to disarm a robber, how to immobilize an attacker until the authorities reach the scene, and how to kick someone's ass for being a creepy molester. 

It seemed that the need to implement lesson number three had finally arrived. 

Kevin didn't see it coming. 

I roundhouse kicked him in the jaw, sending him flying right on top of Micky. They both crashed to the floor in a pile of limbs, groaning. The third guy blinked at me for a good ten seconds, clearly stunned, then finally realized what was happening and pounced on me with a beastly growl, "Hey, what the fuck!" 

I was already prepared for him. Before he got too close, I grabbed his arm by the wrist and spun it, holding him against me. We were now front to back, his twisted arm between us. 

As he owed and ouched and fought against my hold on him, I hissed in his ear, "One wrong move and I break your arm." My hand tightened on his wrist to better make my point. 

He immediately ceased struggling. 

I broke it anyway. 

He howled in pain, and when his knees buckled, I released him and let him crumble to the ground, tears and all. I stepped away from him.

Realistically, it was only a matter of a few minutes, tops, before Kevin recovered from my attack. I couldn't fight three guys, so my only option was to immobilize at least two of them if I were to stand a fighting chance of getting the hell out of here. 

Heart racing, I flew to the door, jumping over the man whose arm I broke, and tried the handle. 

It was locked.

Fuck.

Behind me, the distinct sound of a gun cocking reduced me to shivers. My heart plummeted. 

Slowly, I turned around to see Kevin holding a gun pointed right at me.