Waking up

I am slowly waking up, thinking about my dream.

I was in jail, stuck behind bars, wearing an ugly ass orange jumpsuit and forced to sexuality please my female prison guard.

Why is my brain so fucked up? No idea. I am a student in college, not a criminal!

But then, I wake up and feel the cold metal bar in front of my cot. Oh, and remember that I am in a cot, not in a bed.

I painfully open my eyes: there is a blinding light shining in my face!

I look at myself, and I am indeed wearing an orange bull bodysuit with my prisoner number stamped on it. I also feel metal pressed against my body.

Still confused from the hard awakening, I sit on my cot: the padding is so thin that I am practically on the floor. I look around.

Beside my tiny mattress, like I said more a cost than a mattress, is a bucket.

I then remember that I am wearing a locked metal collar around my neck, which is chained to the metal floor of my cell.

Fuck.

"What is your designation, prisoner?", the guard yells.

"I am prisoner 1005-1414-25 Ma'am", I reply, in an automatic reply.

"Have you been disobedient last night prisoner 25?"

The guard sometimes uses the last 2 numbers of my prisoner number but occasionally mixes it up with other parts of your number, like "Prisoner 1005". You don't mind, it's equally demeaning.

"No Ma'am"

"I see that you have a forced labor assignment in 30 minutes. I have your breakfast but you will need to shower and get to work as the prison will not tolerate any tardiness."

"Thank you Ma'am"

A plate is pushed in a little slot at the bottom of my bars.

I have a glass of orange juice, only filled to a little less than a quarter of its height, a single non-toasted white bread slice with the crusts removed, with a thin layer of peanut butter on one half and what looks like marmalade on the other side.

A small cube of butter is on the plate.

I have a very dry mouth, so I begin under what I presume is the watchful eyes of my captor by drinking a single sip from the glass.

My next step is the small cube of butter. I hate the taste of raw fat but can't waste the calories: I know that I am on a strict 900 calories per day diet this week and I need all of my strength.

By starting with it, I can wash down the taste, and more importantly, the cube itself: despite trying to swallow it whole, it partially melts in my mouth and it sticks to the back of my throat.

I now look forward but the light is blinding, so instead, I look down as the bread.

I hate the texture of peanut butter: it sticks to the mouth and the little orange juice I have won't help but marmalade is an aberration against nature. It's made from the peel of oranges and lemons. You know, the part we throw out?

Marmalade is sugared garbage and my captor is putting it specifically to torment me.

But she won't kill my spririt! Instead, I fold the slice so that it's like a sandwich. The marmalade will make it easier to swallow the peanut butter and the PB will down the taste of the marmalade.

My jailer laughs, but says nothing.

Once I am done, I finish my glass of orange juice and push the plate through the slot.

My plate is picked up and a key is put in the lock of my cell door, which is swung open.

A second key unlocks my collar, and I am helped out of my cramped cell. My eyes have to adjust to the lowered light, but then, Crystal turns off the interrogation light.

"Slept well?" , she asks.

"Yeah, the chain I think is the right size now, Didn't bother me. I'll start working on the leg restraints if I have the time in the workshop"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to lose sleep...", Crystal replies.

"To install them absolutely. To sleep in them? I am not sure yet".

I take a look at my half of the dorm room and smile. I am proud of my work.

The bars and the slot for the food, welded to the metal floor we some of my best work. The door could use some refinement, but the hinge in the floor to allow to enter it in the room was genius.

"So where do we eat for lunch?", I ask my girlfriend Crystal, as I am picking my shower stuff.

"That's a very good question. I have a class both before and after. Wanna eat with me in the back staircase?", she asks me.

"Sure, but did you pack me a lunch?"

"Oh yeah, this week, I pick all the meals"

I smile. I love it. Each meal so far this week was just barely enough calories to make it to the next, and it mainly composed of stuff you hate. Yesterday's brussels sprout and dried liver supper was just horrible. Just the way you love it...

"But tonight, we might go out. I am not sure yet."

"Dressing up?", I ask.

"Yeah, I am fine with your jumpsuit in college, but in town?"

I swallow. As much as I would love to parade in town like a prisoner, there might be implications we don't want to cross. In college, it's a "fashion statement" but in the streets of the city?

"Oh, I agree", I reply.

She kisses me. The warmth of her lips, the humidity of her breath, the press her over breasts over mine. How did I end up so lucky?

"You should hurry up, I wasn't kidding, your workshop class is in..", she checks her phone. "24 minutes"

"Yikes!"

I run to the shower... I can't afford, as one of the top industrial design students on campus to be late to my main class!