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Chapter 2
The bar was easy to find, half way between we said, somewhere neutral, safe. It took a couple of hours driving to get there. I sat at the bar and then Greg wondered in. Large black guy maybe 220lbs defiantly military type, dressed casual and we talked. One beer became 3, Elena suffered, raped, beaten and as we talked we got on, friend to friend. Chat moved from Elena to him, me.
Greg worked as a senior guard at a jail a couple of hours away, low key place, miles from anywhere on the edge of the desert, nasty place he said, the worst guys got put there, real head cases – rapists, pedophiles, 1 st degreer's, ever since the death penalty was abolished in the state they had to put the somewhere.
We agreed to meet again, same place a couple of weeks later.
As 2 meetings turned to 3 our fantasies became tougher, his album of Elena became bigger and my desire to watch her scream became stronger.
'Why not come and see where I work he said? Stay over have a good few beers with some of the guys?'
Had I been waiting for this? I do not know, but the chance to fit a real prison into my fantasies was exciting, my interest peaked I agreed, and then spent a week nervously waiting to drive up to the jail.
The drive took hours, or at least seemed to, arriving late afternoon I found the motel and settled in the local bar waiting for Greg.
The evening started its usual way, a couple of drinks, some chat and then it took another, possibly deeply hoped for turn.
'Have you ever thought about having Elena on a steel table for real, taken past anything human, all we have dreamed of actually happening for our fun'
'and I mean for real'
Yes, of course many times, but what about after? The risks, surely made it impossible. Then it got interesting.
The jail, said Greg, is a very close knit community, most guys will never get out, and the guards are there because we have certain ideas which make us suitable, and unsuitable for much other work. Hell, the warden hand picks us all for our understanding of the guys there, who don't go home each day.
We are like a club he went on, the guards, the inmates, we have an understanding, they keep it easy for us and we make it good for them. We don't lock them away at night, they get pretty well all the want, work each day is like going to a large house with all you mates, the Warden being the landlord.
We carried on talking,
'and we all put on the odd show, he said, a kind of bi-annual event, something we can all enjoy, the warden even had a special auditorium built'.
'you want to come and see it?'
His car pulled slowly up to a grey building that looked more like an asylum than a prison, we had passed through the fences a good while back.
We approached the main door, It was strange, almost like visiting someone's home, an older guy opened the door and shook my hand like a long lost friend – the Warden.
As I sat in his 'office' with Greg I realized the warden knew as much about Elena as Greg, I knew as soon as I walked through his door. A large notice board on one wall was covered with the pictures I had passed to Greg, all sizes, some small, others blown up large, a few looked dog eared, stained, torn.
Monitors sat in the other corner, It was like no jail I had imagined, more like a gentleman's club. I felt deflated, not what I wanted for my fantasies. The inmates were easy to distinguish, all wore grey overalls, but that was where the differences stopped, I could see guards laughing and joking with them over a beer, or sitting watching some shit on TV together.
'Your wife is very beautiful, sexy, hot' continued the Warden, 'has Greg told you of our shows?'
'Something about a bi-annual show' I responded, 'an opportunity to all enjoy yourselves and relax.'
'Yes' came the answer, 'we wondered if you would like to attend our next one, help us make it happen. Can I show you the auditorium?'
We seemed to walk down the stairs forever, from the Wardens first floor office towards the basement, as I passed by room after room I caught glimpse after glimpse of Elena peering out of one photo poster or another, on so many walls.
Eventually we arrived at a large steel door, passing through it we entered what I can only describe as a small, windowless cell, a mattress in the corner and various rings and socket like holes in the walls. Opposite was another door which we passed though, and up a small flight of stairs. At the top I felt we had walked out into a large dark space, Greg flicked a switch and the room was suddenly filled with light.
Room was perhaps not an apt description, space, auditorium, call it what you will, It made me hard just seeing it.
We were standing in the center of the room. A circular area of about 25 feet in diameter, with seats tiered around the outside rising up like a cinema, disappearing into the darkness. Greg cut in, with a smile.
'we can fit 200 in here, excluding those involved in the show.' He said, with a wink.
20 feet above my head were 4 large TV screens, arranged in a square, and clearly visible from the seats around. The whole place felt rather like a small basketball arena, but that is where the similarity ended.
The floor of the central area was covered in white tiles. In the center was a complicated looking table with a shiny steel top, at each corner was one half of a police cuff. The table was well lit, with the glare of spotlights above shining off it. Around the edge of the tiled ring was a shallow drainage gully, and there was also a drain immediately beneath the table. A low 'wall' ran around the edge of the circle separating it from the seated area. At every 90 degrees there was a gap, allowing people to climb the steps between the seats, or enter the circle. Half way along each section of wall was a steel cabinet, 2 with draws, 2 with doors.
'Open one if you wish,' the warden said.
Opening a draw I saw many steel objects, in the middle were some thin tubes of differing thickness and length, from about 2mm to 6mm across and 20 cm to 40 cm. moving to a cupboard I saw a number of wooden boxes stacked on one shelf, and a number of whips on the shelf below. On the top shelf was some video equipment.
'Are you interested in seeing our show?' daft question. Of course I was.
'Well, we will only need one thing from you – your wife,'
'What will I see in the show?' I whispered, shallow breathed.
'What you want, your wife worked on in ways she never dreamt of. Your wife making noises you have never heard. Inhuman tortures you have only imagined and her sweat, her tears, her blood.'
'And after?' I asked
'You will get her back in a recovered condition, and who will ever believe her? She will not know you were here, and she will never know where here is'.
'How?'
'tell us where she in next Friday night, and we will arrange it all, we will have all weekend.'
To be continued…..
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