"I was going to ask you that." She softly chuckled with slightly drooping eyes. Jephthah smirked and was about to reply when... Talia’s eyes were slowly drooping closed as she forced herself to speak, but Jephthah was quick to notice it and quickly pressed his lips against hers for a second. "Goodnight Talia." He whispered and Talia whispered something inaudible as she leaned into his embrace. Jephthah stared at her sleeping face for a while before getting up, careful not to wake her up. When he got to the living room, he immediately dialed his brother’s number. "John." His deep voice reveberrated on the other side. There was a groan, a curse and some scrambling noises. "What?" "I want us to talk." Jephthah insisted. John sighed and dropped back on his pillows. "Had a nightmare?" "No." "Then can’t it wait till morning?" John groaned again. "It’s about Talia." There was silence on the phone after that, only the soft faint sounds of John panting on the other side. "Okay... fine. What about her?" "How does Talia know about Theresa." John sighed, as if he was expecting the question. "I only asked her to buy you the drugs. She was the one who called today to ask me about Theresa. I don’t know how she got hold of the name either, but I didn’t tell her anything besides that. I did ask her to inquire from you though." It was the honest truth, but John felt a bit guilty for leaving out the part where he told Talia that he had PTSD. Jephthah’s eyes widened as his grip on the phone tightened a bit. How did Talia know about Theresa if none of them told her. "W- where’s she?" "Asked Beta Jessica to do a brief check in the rehabilitation center. She’s still there Jephthah. It’s been so many years, she’s not suddenly going to escape now, I mean... even if she did, you’re not still the same little Jephthah, remember?" Jephthah held his chest as a bad feeling ran up his spine, causing his insides to twist and turn in a bad way. Suddenly the room felt suffocating and he went back to the bed room only to see Talia still asleep. "I’ll call you later.." "Aiit. I’ma sleep now. Don’t call me so late if we’re only to talk about your girlfriend." John groaned before the call ends, leaving Jephthah alone in dread and agony. She was still locked in the rehabilitation center, miles away from here after so many years, yet... why did it feel like she was a few feet away from him, studying him, scrutinizing him. Talia groaned and murmured something in her sleep, and he instinctively climbed up the bed, wrapping his arms around her small frame, burying his nose in the crook of her neck, hoping her scent would relive him of the dread and fear he felt. * (P.s: Not a dream) There were a clang of chains, like several metals were dropped to the floor. It was actually a large cell gate opening up, and when it did, a pair of heavy black boots came into view. Trailing up the blue overall, you would see a short raven black hair cut short to the neck, inches before meeting with a feminine jaw. Face was not revealed, but only the lips were, it was pursed and one side was pulled up into a demonic smirk. Ting! The elevator opened right up Infront of her and she walked in with a security cop behind her who held a gun. There was a mirror right Infront of them, and the female prisoner was sure there was a security camera watching them from there, but nevertheless, it didn’t deter her from carrying out her plan. Slowly walking back, close enough to feel the cop’s chest graze her back, she leaned in further and her smirk grew before the elevator shut close. "What are you doing?" The cop whispered, but she ignored him and pushed her lower back further into his body and smirked when she felt his buldge grow hard and hot from behind. "You wanted me yesterday right?" She whispered without turning to him, only pushing back slowly, smirking when she noticed him bite his lower lip from the reflection. "Meet me in my cell by 1:00am during lights out." "Who says I want a filthy criminal like you." Aaron asked, playing stupid. He was 19, still working under his father who was the superintendent in the rehabilitation center, yet he got to personally check on one of their most ’special’ patients every night before lights out. Things went well the first, second, third week even fourth, not until one day, he saw her leaning back at the far end of the wall. Since she was special, her cell was hidden from her fellow hall mates who had their own cells, and down there, there weren’t any security cameras. Only from the hall, upwards. She was sitting there with her overall zipped to her waist so that her tiny lacy bra was revealed to him, but that was not what causes him to freeze there. Her hand. It had disappeared into her waist line, along with a measurebale length of her arm, and he watched her buck up once in a while with a soft moan as she touched herself. He had always looked down upon these crazy as*holes, but she... Theresa Morgan mesmerized him. He still did look down on her, but after that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way she had her head thrown back against the wall, her fingers going in and out of her with lewd sounds, the sweat trickling down her face... her soft moans. He should have just left. It wasn’t his business to keep staring, but that was what he did, waiting for her to climax Infront of him like a pervert, and when she did, sighing out loud like her head had been submerged in water, she glanced up at him with a seductively smile, slowly licking her lips and fingers. Stunned and shocked that she realized he had been watching, he quickly moved away. But that hadn’t ended there. Every morning, after breakfast when he would escort her back into her cell, he would feel her graze over the buldge in his pants before she ’innocently’ walked inside like she had done nothing. This happened a few more times, and sometimes it didn’t stop there, he would grab her wrist and press his buldge over her hand before releasing her. And now, she was bold enough to press into him from behind Infront of a security camera. In order not to attract any attention, he tried to back away, but it was so good that he couldn’t resist and pressed further into her. "You’ve got some nerves seducing a cop in an elevator like this." He murmured, suppressing a groan. He had seen her ID from when she was locked up in here years ago. She was waaaaay older than him. We’re talking of thirty six years here. And he was nineteen. "And you’ve got some nerves getting hard from a slimy criminal like me." She murmured. "Are we having that meeting or not. I know you want me." "But the question is," He suddenly cut in. "Why do you want me?" "You’re more of a man than most cops here who would turn a blind eye to a naked woman. You’re different, and trust me. If you were a woman, you’d understand how challenging it is... not having sex for more than a decade." "You’re pretty much a virgin again." He noted and couldn’t help but smirk. "And I need your help." There was a glint in her eyes which he missed. "That’s it... it ends there right. Just.. casual sex." He whispered. "Nothing else..." She smirked to herself, but resumed a stoic expression as she answered. "Yeah.. just casual sex. Nothing else" Ding! The door opened up and Theresa was the first to get out of the elevator, closely followed by Aaron from behind. When they got to the visitation room, Theresa noticed the familiar girl sitting behind the glass partition that separated patients from their visitors. Aaron stood at the required stand for cops, feet away, while Theresa made herself comfortable on the chair. "Well, " the woman’s voice was deep as she leaned in, her blue eyes sharply running over the woman with violet eyes and blue overall. "How’s it going?" "The idiot fell into my trap," Theresa whispered, holding the microphone to her lips so that the woman could hear her on the other side. She was referring to Aaron "Just give me a week, and I’ll find my way out of here." "Well, I want to be sure you’re capable of the mission once we’re outside. I didn’t want to trust you, but my friend Angela insisted. I’ve bailed her out, and she’ll be leaving here before next week. Apparently I can’t bail you out... just what are you in for?" Theresa calmly smiled, but she didn’t reply. Keepefore next week. Apparently I can’t bail you out... just what are you in for?" Theresa calmly smiled, but she didn’t reply. Keep calm and write something...
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