off it at the idea of it being drugged. But our meals were all made in large batches, how could one person possibly be targeted? I checked that Cain was still busy then lowered my voice even further. "But the sooner we get out of here the better."
She nodded firmly and my excitement started to return again.
"Soon," I said, grinning and she smiled too, her eyes lighting up a little.
"Well good heavens, you look like you need some ass-is-tance with all that food you’ve got there, big boy," Plunger's voice made me turn my head and I noticed him walking close beside a huge Cerberus with a shaved head and a grimace on his face. I was fairly sure he was called Fred and he'd only been in Darkmore a few weeks.
"Back off, freak," Fred snarled as Plunger's hand sailed down his back.
Plunger's hand kept going, falling down to squeeze his ass. "You and me could be real good friends."
"Get your fucking hands off of me." Fred dropped his tray down on a table, turning sharply toward Plunger and shoving him so hard in the chest that he staggered backwards and slammed down onto his ass. No one laughed. Because everyone who'd been here long enough knew that Plunger may have looked like some weak Polethius Mole Shifter, but he was far from that.
Fred sat down in front of his food, tucking into it while Plunger got to his feet behind him, rubbing his bruised ass then reaching into his pocket and circling around Fred's table.
"Oh my, how rude of me," Plunger purred, grabbing Fred's attention again. "I have not offered you the kind services of my wish jar."
"What?" Fred grunted, spooning a mouthful of oatmeal into his mouth and a trickle of apprehension ran down my spine as Plunger sat opposite him. "Fuck off, you creepy ass weirdo."
"Oh I shall, but not before you make your wish, good sir." Plunger opened the little glass jar in his hand, sprinkling something into his palm and bile rose in my throat as I realised it was a tuft of grey pubes. He blew them at Fred and they stuck to his face and landed all over his meal.
"What the fuck is that?" Fred swiped at his face then Plunger stood up, grabbing his head and slamming it down into his oatmeal, rubbing it in then releasing him and spooning several mouthfuls into his parted lips just before the guards looked his way.
Cain shot over as Plunger's ass hit his seat and Fred roared in outrage, spitting out the oatmeal and swiping at his face to try and get the pubes off of his sticky skin.
"What the fuck is going on over here?" Cain demanded and Plunger smiled innocently.
"I was just making a new friend, sir," he said. "Wasn't I, Freddy bear? We were just playing a game."
Fred's nose was bleeding and he seemed to have caught on to what was in his food as he practically clawed at his skin to get rid of the pubes.
"Is that true, Three-oh-two?" Cain demanded of Fred and he looked up at him then nodded quickly.
"Yes, sir," Fred said in a far weaker tone than he'd used before.
Plunger got up, moving around and whispering something in Fred's ear who paled before he bowed his head. Plunger sailed away with a smug smile on his face and I turned to Rosa who shuddered.
"Remind me never to piss that guy off," she muttered.
"Only if you remind me too," I replied.
The bell rang to signal the end of breakfast and all thoughts of Plunger's pubes went out of my head. It was time to start our library job. Everyone filed out of the hall and Rosa beamed as she jumped up from her seat.
We followed the other inmates side by side, letting the flow of bodies pull us along toward the exit. Cain had a smug ass look on his face as he waited for the new team to gather out in the corridor beyond the Mess Hall, but I had no idea why.
"Something you wanna say?" Rosa asked him, tossing her hair.
"I hope you like your new job, Twelve," he said with a smirk.
"Well anything's better than the last one, right?" she threw at him and his eyes narrowed.
Claud, Sonny, Brett and Esme all joined us and Gustard arrived shortly after them. Plunger smiled widely as he took us all in, rubbing his hands together.
"Are ya'll ready to put your hineys to work?" he asked, eyeing up