The Devil's Revenge (The Devil's Eyes) by Jennifer Loren Read Free Book Online

me before sitting down in front of me with a smile, “So your husband, it must have been a wonderful feeling to finally rid yourself of him. Henry, do you remember seeing his body? It was a mess. Imagine what it would have been like, hearing him scream as he burned alive.” My mind tries to retreat, but the more they discuss Nick and his death the harder it is to ignore them. “Can you imagine that loser screaming like a girl … ahhhh” He laughs at me and gets up out of his chair to lean down to my ear. “Wimp.” My eyes shift in his direction. “That scoundrel got what he deserved, and I certainly can’t blame you for going after him. But now, what to do about his offspring? I know, you could suffocate him with a pillow.” He laughs and I elbow his crotch, cursing him with a fierce glare. “Bitch!” He screams, while still curled up in the corner of the room. With the result they were after achieved, I am finally escorted to my cell. Falsely believing that I am safe here, I lie down closing my eyes peacefully.
    “Oh, she feels good,” someone wakes me by groping me and moaning in my ear. I instantly jump up, fighting and scrambling to get away. My guards laugh, as they grab me by my hair and swing me into the wall. Slamming his body against mine I am forced to feel a cock against my ass. “You want some dick, whore? I bet you do, too bad I can’t today I gotta work.” He throws me to the ground and kicks me backwards. “Dumbass bitch.” He laughs, leaving me crumpled on the floor.
    Within four hours they are back, tearing up my cell and throwing me against the walls in the process. My lip bleeds as I try to hold my mouth and curl my body away from my attackers. “You are disgusting, clean up before we come back.” And they do, first every four hours, then every two and then I begin to lose track of time altogether because it never seems to end. I have little of my body left that doesn’t contain bruises or wounds of some kind. I can taste my own blood, feel my ribs cracking with every movement I make and all I can hear is my own heartbeat screaming at me. I have taken to sleeping under my bed where I can guard myself from surprise attacks. I need sleep and I can’t get any while I am watching out for attackers. Hidden away under my bed, they at least have to wake me up when they pull me out from under it. My struggles with my guards haven’t gone unnoticed either. The other inmates were at first unconcerned, but with each new attack I gain a new supporter. They have begun passing me food and offering their advice for survival, even tripping or throwing things at the guards when they see them coming. It doesn’t deter my attackers, but it does give me ample warning to their arrival.

    Somehow I have been lost within the system and my expected bail hearing keeps getting pushed while my guards’ assaults continue night after night. Each morning detective Williams comes in with the D.A. and they kindly offer me a deal but only a deal for death. They believe I am breaking, they believe a woman can’t possibly take much more, and so they believe they are going to win against me. But their beliefs are all they have. What they don’t realize is I have been through worse and so I am not about to surrender to them. My death is all they can possibly win from me.
    This time they come back in less than an hour, but I am ready. The morons were kind enough to leave behind a confession for me to sign whenever I am ready to give in. They were so kind to leave me a pen, too. I lie against the wall, curled around my new weapon, and wait for the asshole who likes to feel me up. I don’t have to wait long. As soon as he reaches around to grab my breast, I grab him and stab him in the gut with the pen before kicking the hell out of the other one. The entire prison begins to scream and chant for me, driving me to an even stronger stance. I don’t stop until the morons finally call for help, which is what I wanted in