Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

“I’m going to be in therapy for years behind this crazy ass bitch,” Ivory thought as her face twisted in disgust.

“Well since you asked so kindly, I would love to introduce myself. In this fine establishment, where rape, torture, beatings and occasional murder is the norm, I’m known as inmate number 61219. However, the name I was given at birth is Amalia Havoc.”

Amalia’s voice was a man’s kryptonite. She possessed the alluring call of a Siren. Ivory believed that Amalia’s voice was the very thing that she used to reel in her victims.

Well, I am in prison for castrating eleven men and sodomizing them with their severed useless dicks. After shoving their worthless penile shaft in their very experienced and already opened backdoor, I made them suck the filth off before I doused them with gasoline and set their worthless bodies on fire.

“Excuse me Sarge, I don’t know about this. I know I’m a rookie but look at the grooves. The door has been opened recently. Two years ago, wasn’t the last time someone was in and out of here. I got a bad feeling about this,” The Rookie advised.

“I’ll never look at a dick the same again.” She thought as she draped the sheet over Tony’s rotting penis.

The person wearing the prettiest smile is often hiding a whole heap of secrets.

“When money talks, truth is silent.” Amalia stated.