Your name is Mark La Rue, and five years ago you were given a birthday present you would never forget. On your twenty third birthday, the state of Michigan convicted you of a crime you didn’t commit. Everything was taken from you your inheritance, your fiancée, and your freedom. Early on because of your youthful good looks, and because you were innocent you foolishly insisted of going it alone and were a target because of it.

Several times that first year, you ended up in the prison hospital bruised, bloodied, and beaten, because you refused to become a bitch. After the last time a guard named Hector Ramirez, feeling sorry for you, gave you some good advice. He told you, that unless you wanted to end up in the morgue or drinking nourishment through a straw you were either going to have to make some friends or GET RESPECT. You’d been in prison long enough to know what that meant and you moved to do something about it.

Over the next week you managed to steal some hospital tape and a long jagged piece of glass. Fashioning a shank you waited and one day you found your chief tormentor alone he was a big black motherfucker who was doing 5 to 10 for rape. Not considering you a threat he let you walk all the way up to him and looking him in the eyes you jammed the shank in just beneath the ribcage angling it up. Snapping the shank at the hilt you exited the room; in you need to survive, becoming something you weren’t before.

You were never caught for that, but you were always sure that Hector knew you did it. Things got better, you weren’t considered an open target and got a job in the prison law library, but always in the back of your mind was rage at being sent here in the first place. For years that rage grew until something happened after four years of silence you were informed that your grandmother was here to visit you.

You were brought into the visiting room and saw your grandmother out of place in here in her expensive powder blue suit. She told you that she had known you were innocent but was unable to come before until your grandfather, the family patriarch, had died. In low whispers she told you that she had set you up a numbered bank account, and although she could do nothing directly to help me that if I ever got out I could find help at the lake house where I spent many years as a child. Feeling hope you gave your grandmother a hug, and whispered to her that you hoped to be at her next birthday.

After that you began to plan, fortunately you weren’t in maximum security lockup so things went a little bit easier. After months a planning, culling favors, and a little bribery you were ready. That night, just after lockup, Hector showed and started escorting you to the infirmary. As you arranged when you were passing the prison laundry without a word he went right and you left.

Sneaking through the darkened laundry you find the new clothes you arranged for, and after changing you make you way to the outside door it was indeed left unlocked. Opening the door you slip out into the dark walkway to the parking lot, then the unexpected happens. Coming around the corner of the building, you literally run into one of the new guards taking an after shift smoke before going home.

You both tumble to the ground in a heap, levering yourself onto his chest you place one hand over his mouth, and the other around his throat. Having already vowed to not go back into a cage, you ride his bucking chest, watching the light leave his eyes, as you choke the life out of him. With one last surge you feel the guard slump to the ground, breathing hard you search him, taking his wallet, keys, and finding a small gun in an ankle holster. Taking your loot you drag the body back into the laundry and put him in a cart covering it up with soiled linens.

Heading back out of the laundry you follow the walkway and with a sigh you see no one else is around at the moment. Walking on you come to the visitor’s parking lot and finding a little light you take a look at the guards wallet. Opening it up you find a couple hundred dollars in cash also you find his proof of insurance which has his license plate number. Being in shape, your original plan had been to jog the 12 miles to town, but this has possibilities if you can find the vehicle quickly enough.

Starting to close the wallet, something falls out and you crouch down looking to see what it is. You find two pictures the first you see the guard in a tux with a big busted red head, flipping it over you see in a scrawl “My senior prom” and its dated two years ago. Looking at the other you groan, and your cock hardens painfully. In the picture is the same red head but this times she’s reclining on a couch nude with wide hips and a clean shaved pussy, her breasts look to be 36D’s and just looking at the nipples makes you want to chew them. You realize it would be a bad idea to pay her a visit, but your body which hasn’t fucked a woman in five years doesn’t care.

Putting the pictures in your pocket you finish walking to the main entrance still not seeing anyone. You look out at the open road and you look over to the employee parking lot.