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Content warning:
The following episode includes scenes of Alkohol consumption from under age person which some viewers may find troubling. Know your Limit! Reader discretion is advised.
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I give rest and am carried by Mak to the door to the workroom. Here we are immediately welcomed by a group consisting of a total of 27 men. All the prisoners, ten of them helped Gasard today.
"Baby, every now and then I have a nice evening with the boys," he explains to me. "And I thought you might like to have some fun. "
I look at Mak with a sugar-sweet smile, with which I have enchanted so many boys on earth.
"My name is Janine, so no small one!" I tell him.
Immediately Mak lets me down and stands in front of me.
"You're smaller than me and younger, so it fits just fine," he remains stubborn.
Why don't I just give up hope that Mak will call me by my name one day?
A sigh comes from me. As Mak and the men move on, I follow them. Maybe it'll be a nice night.
"What is the girl for?" one of the men asks Mak. Everyone's been staring at me for a while now, he's the first one to address it.
"Oh, I thought a little female company would be nice," Mak replies.
"But a child, like they take to a hearty drunken evening?" exclaims Musator. Something that irritates me a little.
"We would all rather have something older and a nice sight, not such a small child," said another prisoner.
"I'm not a child, I'm already 16!" I immediately protested loudly. I'm so fucking angry they're calling me a kid. I may be younger than her, but I'm not a child anymore!
"That's right!" shouts Mak loudly. Which surprises me at first. He calls me as a child most often. But it doesn't take long and he gets closer to the men. He speaks softly but loudly enough for me to understand. "She is no longer such a child. What do you say we fill her up and have our fun with her? Dancing bare on the table and stuff. " He looks at the boys invitingly, then smiling at me.
"You can forget that!" Snap in, I turn my gaze away from him.
Mak steps right in front of me. "Believe me, nobody wants that!" shouts Mak. A smile runs over his face. "I've seen you naked in the shower before, and believe me, it doesn't look very attractive to a man, little girl!"
My hands cling to fists. One more word from Mak and he gets another slap in the face. What's this guy doing, teasing me like that and then being so insulting?
The men begin to murmur among themselves.
"Yes, what do you say? Mak even sneaks into the shower when little girls are showering. "
"I didn't expect that either. "
"Yes Mak, actually seems to be a thriller. "
While the men murmur, Mak seems speechless for a moment, now he protests vigorously. "Hey, hey!" comes from Mak. "I certainly don't need to chase little girls. There are plenty of women who are very happy to be with me. " When he looks at me, he looks for help. Apparently, he's worried about his reputation. "Tell me how it really was!"
Should I or shouldn't I? For a moment I think about telling him what happened in the shower, but then I decide to be just as bad to him as he was to me.
"Spanner!" I just shout out loud and stick out my tongue.
The boys are laughing out loud. It is Musator who joins Mak. He rudely pats the young man on the back and shouts with a laugh: "It was a good idea to take the girl with you! An evening has never started so amusing. "
We're all going to the cafeteria.
The room is brightly lit. On one of the tables are a few glasses and bottles. The men will go there immediately. I myself, however, have no chance to find a place. Mak will make sure I sit next to him. To my right is a man whom I know only by sight. To the left of Mak is Musator.
The men take the jars and fill them with the contents of the bottles, a clear liquid. Pretty strong alcohol, as I notice when the man next to me takes a sip.
I'll check on Mak. "Didn't you bring anything for me?" I ask him. Sitting around here, watching men, and not even having a drink of juice is not exactly what I'd call a nice evening. But I'm not really keen on tasting the stuff that some of the men tipping their throats like water, either.
"Sorry kid, but I didn't bring any drinks for kids!" Mak says to me.
"I am not a child!" I protest.
Immediately I get Mak's glass pushed to me. There is a smile on his face. "Then drink!"
Immediately I get Mak's glass pushed to me. There is a smile on his face. "Then drink!"
Curious but still cautious I sniff it. From a distance, it smells strongly of alcohol, but now I almost flip over from the smell alone.
My gaze wanders to Mak, who looks at me anxiously, waiting for what I do now.
"It's not right for a little girl like you. " He's laughing.
Oh, fuck, what did I get myself into here? The strongest thing I've drank so far – at least that my parents know about – has been a glass of champagne. Just before my birthday. The drinks they don't know about were harmless compared to this.
But I don't want to be around Max when I'm a little kid.
My hands take hold of the glass, immediately everyone looks at me anxiously. Mak even seems surprised. "I'm not a little girl!" I shout loudly again, sticking out Mak's tongue. Immediately after, I dump the stuff completely in my mouth and let it run down my throat.
It's a mistake.
I start to cough vigorously while the taste of the stuff burns on my tongue and in my throat. The glass lands on the table in front of me.
"Baby, I knew this was not for you!" Mak laughs out loud, refills his glass again, but now leaves it in front of him. "I tell you, it's not a drink for children!"
My eyes are angry at him. Why does he always have to be so mean to me?
Mak presents me with another glass, which he fills with a juice-like liquid. "It's more for small children," he comments.
"I'm not a child and I can handle something," I grumble, but nobody at the table believes my lie.
"Please!" shouts Mak, after he has put the bottle away and now puts his glass in front of me again.
"But I think that's enough for today," I exclaim with a sigh. Should I try the other glass?I wonder.
Mak's pushing it in front of me. "That's a little more harmless," says Mak.
"Juice?" I inquire.
"Try it!" he smiles.