Conjugal Visit

She was waiting to see him. Her breath caught in her throat as she walked through the sterile prison halls. This wasn’t the main compound, where the prisoners were kept. This was a special building made specifically for…visitation. Conjugal visits are commonplace around the world but not in the United States. Only five states maintain the right of conjugal visitation, believing that prisoners were “unredeemable”. She didn’t really want to come. But she felt…regret. He wasn’t the greatest husband in the world but she was all he had. She couldn’t just leave him high and dry. She certainly wasn’t. It was hard staying loyal. She hadn’t gotten dick in over two years. At this point, she was desperate. Even if it meant a one-pump session, which she assumed hadn’t improved from his time in jail.She sat in the waiting room, waiting for the guards to buzz her in. Their eyes were…uncomfortable. But, she was used to that reaction from men. She wore the dress for her husband but the sundress highlighted her…assets quite well. It’s something they obviously noticed. Their eyes feasted on her thick build, her large wobbling ass and bouncing tits barely contained within the dress itself.She heard the buzzer then rushed through the doorway, slightly anxious to get to the safety of the conjugal room itself. She knew she wasn’t a prisoner, but guards weren’t exactly kind to black people and she wasn’t about to test their tolerance or resolve.“Keep down the hall, then take a left. It will be in the first room on the right.” She walked down the hall, keeping straight before heading right and walking into the first room.The room was sparse. Only a few belongings, and a box of condoms and lube strewn ominously around. But, more ominous was the sound of the door locking behind her. She knew this was a security precaution. Escape attempts had been tried before, so they kept the door bahis siteleri locked for the entire three-hour period. But, no cameras. She had actually been at that protest.The right to privacy, free from exploitation.Yadda yadda.She put on a smile and swayed forward. It wasn’t a great situation but she had to make the best of it. He was there. Sitting on the edge of the bed, right within the shadow of the room. It was so dark, she could barely see him.That is, until…He got up.  Six feet, three inches.Rippling with toned muscles and spiraling inked tattoos.His chiseled jaw and intimidating stare ripped right through her.She immediately realized her mistake, rushing to the door.“Hey! You gave me the wrong room! Let me out!” Her knocking went on deaf ears.It dawned on her that the same measures that were meant to give partners privacy, had her trapped. “Motherfucker…”“What’s your name, li’l mama?”“It’s…” She knew she probably shouldn’t say anything but, if they were going to be trapped in here for three hours, she figured she might as well start things off on the right foot. “Esmeralda.”“So what are you doing here, Esmeralda? What’s a fine-ass looking woman like yourself doing in my domain?” Under normal circumstances, the idea of this teeny sterile room being referred to as a domain would be a joke. But, he was dominating the space, pulling her in.In many ways, the statement seemed completely accurate.“I’m…I was here for my husband.”“That explains the dress, huh?” His eyes ravaged her body savagely before piercing her with a look of pure…Want.She covered her tits, embarrassed at the attention but also how her body was reacting to it. Within seconds, she was soaked. She felt like a teenager again. Her heartbeat raced a mile a minute as she tried to figure out a way out of this. She pulled out her cellphone and began dialing a number.“Don’t bother. This building canlı bahis siteleri kills cell reception. Security precautions and all that. You know how it is.” He began to clear sheets off his bed, folding them tightly before placing them on the table near the bed. “Sit.”“I don’t think I should…”“Sit…”Fear and interest drove her to move from her fearful bundled position near the corner by the door to the spot on the bed the mysterious prisoner had pointed out.“So who’s your husband? I know everyone here.”“And why’s that?”“See this.” He pointed at a small DR branded deep on his forearm. “Been on death row for five years now.”“But you haven’t been…?”“Well, I’m talking to you now, ain’t I? Nah, they keep deliberating on my case. It’s all political, you know. The current administration is going for re-election, and his base is getting more progressive. Killing people in prisons is starting to look less and less like a good platform to run on. But on the other hand, they still gotta be ‘tough on crime’. So, here I am.” He sat next to her on the bed, his presence unnerving but not exactly unappealing. He had a kind of warmth about him despite the situation.“So what did you do?”“To get in here? I’m a killer. Killed five men to earn my spot.”“You don’t seem like…”“A thug?”“Look, I’ve been around the block. You’re no gangbanger.” Her thoughts drifted briefly to her husband before focusing sharply on how close he was to her.“And, how would you know that? Who’s your husband?”“I… you don’t need to know that. I don’t even know who you are. Who the hell are you?”She sprang up from the bed, her reason flooding back into her mind. Attractive or not, he killed five men. This motherfucker was dangerous.“I’m Merlyn.”“Maddog Merlyn?” Two and two came together in her mind and, in a second, she was slamming back on the door. “Let me out! Let me the fuck out! Leaving me with Maddog canlı bahis Merlyn, you lost your goddamn…”“They ain’t gonna hear you. Don’t bother. Besides, I won’t hurt you.”“What is that? Scout’s honor? I seriously doubt you were a scout.”“Actually…I was. Got every badge in the book.”“Was one of them for serial killing? Or was that just for the bucket list?” She tried to position the table in between her and Merlyn.“Alright, do what you want. I won’t stop you.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing toned muscles and abs outlined by scars and ink. His back muscles flexed powerfully as he pulled the bed to the side. Beneath the bed was a hole with a number of belongings. And a picture.A woman.“Who’s she?”“What, I thought I was just a serial killer?”“You were. Are. I’m guessing she’s one of your victims.”“She…was my wife.”She felt a pang of guilt before moving from behind the table.“What happened to her?”“She’s dead. She was mugged then raped. She told me so we went to the police together. They didn’t do anything. Didn’t even file a report. But, I guess they were afraid of being ID’d. Maybe since rape is getting more attention these days. So they killed her. Drive-by. Nothing special. Nothing could be proven. But I knew who they were. So I went to their house and… I think you know the rest.”“So… they were… Okay, but why not just use a gun? Why a machete?”“It was actually my wife’s machete. She got it from her mom, you know. Family heirloom. Figured she would like that if…” He breathed deep before sinking onto the bed, the picture in hand. “I know that isn’t what she would’ve wanted from me. But, I couldn’t just let it lie. No one is going to remember her name. Or why she died. To the rest of the people, she didn’t matter. But, she mattered to me.”“What was her name?”“Ramona. Her name was Ramona.”Esmeralda sat down next to him, no longer afraid. She could feel his sadness, regret, anger pouring off in waves. It was overwhelming and sobering. She didn’t know what she could do in the face of that kind of pain but she put her hand on his shoulder, her fingers grazing over his calloused skin.