187 Victims' Revenge Excerpt

Chapter 1

"Lompoc Federal Penitentiary"

Lompoc Federal Prison is located 120 miles north of Los Angeles. Reminiscent of an ancient castle, nestled into the mountainside, it is home to over 6,000 inmates.

Terrance Stone was serving a life sentence for homicide, having shot a guard during the armed robbery of an armored car. He stood 6'6" tall, and was 270 pounds of solid black man. His face always seemed to wear an evil expression and his hair was pulled back and braided in cornrows. Terrance usually spent his days lifting weights with his cellmate and
lover, Derek Jones.

Derek was a tall, lanky, light-skinned black man with the physique of a long distance runner. He had unremarkable facial features, with two lazy green eyes that gave him a slightly dazed expression.

Terrance saw two pieces of paper slide underneath their cell door. "Derek, grab me those papers," he ordered.

Derek quickly hopped off his bunk, retrieved the papers for his lover and handed them over. Terrance had been expecting the documents, which were receipts of deposits in the amount of one thousand dollars each, payable to his and Derek's trust accounts. Terrance looked at the papers one more time before crumpling them up and tossing them into the trash can by the side of the bunk. "Derek, this will be easy money for a simple
job," he crowed.

Derek shrugged his shoulders, apparently not sharing Terrance's enthusiasm. "I don't know why you have to rape him, Terrance, instead of just killing him," he said plaintively.

"Because, Derek," responded Terrance, "that is what the guard said the client wants. Meo Nguyen is to suffer and be brutally raped, not killed." Terrance knew Derek was jealous but he did not care�two grand meant two grand coming in to the bank account. Besides, he always liked fucking small Vietnamese men.

Meo Nguyen worked as a dishwasher in the prison kitchen, serving five years for child sexual assault (forced sodomy on a twelve-year-old boy) and distribution of child pornography. Terrance and Derek had been transferred to the kitchen the previous week, and were working in the wet room, which handled all the trash for the kitchen. Terrance was outside in
the trash area sorting cardboard boxes and stacking them flat into a pile when Derek headed over to where the guard was sitting.

"Boss, I need another man to help with all these boxes," Derek told the guard.

The guard hesitated for a millisecond. "Go ahead, Jones, and get Nguyen to help you."

Derek headed into the kitchen and found Nguyen washing pots and pans. "Nguyen, you are working with me, they need you in the trash area."

Meo looked up from the soapy water and wondered what shitty job they were going to put him on now. He followed Derek out the back door of the kitchen to the small, fenced-in trash area. Meo passed the guard sitting in a chair outside of the door, saw Terrance, and immediately realized something was wrong. Guys like Stone didn't do trash duty. Terrance had
his shirt off and was clapping his hands together in front of him as he approached Meo, who turned quickly, looking back for help from the guard, but the guard had already stood up, and was shutting the door behind him as he headed into the kitchen.

Terrance smiled, showing the whitest teeth. "So, Nguyen, you like little boys?" he leered.

Meo stood with his mouth agape as Terrance spoke to him. Derek stood off to the side, more as a lookout, besides�he didn't really want to see his lover fuck another guy. Derek thought Terrance was showing off for him as Stone pounded his full nine inches into the small man's body. Terrance's entire body shook and then he drew himself out of Meo. Pulling his pants up, Terrance looked down at Nguyen and spit on him as he lay there sobbing, curled up in a fetal position. The whole event had taken no more than thirty minutes and Terrance had wanted to go twice. Nguyen's futile screams had echoed throughout the trash area.

Derek ran over to Meo and kicked him in the ribs. "Clean yourself up, bitch!" he taunted, scornfully.

Meo lay reeling in pain and did not even feel the kick to the ribs. He became aware of the blood running down his leg as he tried to stand.

Chapter 2

"Pattaia, Thailand"

Kane felt Valentino tap his leg and he released him from the ankle lock. The two had been grappling all morning and getting in a good workout. The men sat up, breathing hard as sweat soaked through their shirts. It was ninety degrees already, although barely noon, and the heat came down in waves across the compound's yard.

"Kane, I haven't seen much of Hank over the last couple of weeks. Are we getting ready to take on a new client?" wondered Valentino.

Kane knew they would be asking sooner or later and he would have to explain it. "Val, let's take a walk and find Si'Ling, and I will tell you both what I know."

Valentino was very curious as he stood up and pulled off his sweat-soaked tee-shirt. He was a hard 260 pounds, and at 5'8" he resembled a bull or some kind of freakish, muscular animal.

The yard was covered in lush tropical plants and as they made their way out to Si'Ling's massive herb garden they spotted Si's spider monkey, named Mojo, who came running across the grass at full speed and leaped up into Kane's arms.

"Hey, little buddy, where is Si'?" smiled Kane.

Mojo squawked and jumped out of Kane's arms and they followed the little monkey to the corner of the yard, where Si' was planting seeds into a new patch of freshly cleared earth. Si' looked up from his planting and set down his spade and bag of seed. "What's up, guys?" said Si', as he stood to greet them.

The three men walked over to two cement benches in the shady part of the yard, where moss covered the ground and several bird ponds punctuated the tranquil setting.

Kane was standing as his friends each took a seat. "Hank has been working on a deal for us, to secure our freedom, or, should I say, a possible pardon."

Si'Ling looked confused. "So, we are getting a new client?"

Kane shrugged his shoulders slightly and continued. "Not exactly, Si'. Hank is good friends with Sidney Slater, the Inspector General of the United States, and Sidney has the power to get us pardoned." Kane now had everyone's attention, and Valentino was the first to speak.

"So, what's the catch?" Valentino asked.

"I don't have all the details yet," replied Kane, "but from what I understand, a large number of contracts for beatings, rapes and killings are being carried out in several of the federal penitentiaries across the United States. Inspector General Slater wants some guinea pigs to go into these prisons and act as bait." Kane watched his friends' expressions change from curiosity to concern.

Si'Ling spoke up. "Why wouldn't they just put undercover agents or police in?"

Kane smiled. "I asked Hank the same question. IG Slater said that inmates always spot cops and if the guards were in on the plan they would be sure to identify any undercover agents. The main reason, however, for using us instead of their own people is that it is extremely dangerous and they don't want to risk an agent's life on this mission. I think Hank has been selling IG Slater on the idea anyway, so that we can somehow earn a pardon and end this exile." Kane scratched his chin and took a seat straddling the bench. "Nothing is for sure yet but this could be a shot at true freedom."

Each of them was quiet the rest of the afternoon and none could shake the awful dread of going back to prison, even for the chance to gain true freedom . . .