The Inmate's Play Thing

Two

A loud thunderous crash caused me to nearly jump out of my socks and out of the lap of this scumbag.
Jonas gripped my face firmly, his rough hands probably strong enough to bruise my soft cheeks.
His eyes narrowed like a vulture looking off at a carcass on hot pavement. His hand prevented me from turning around and looking but from what I could tell the cafeteria fell quiet and an officer's voice spoke up.
"Everyone, this is Santiago Rodriguez, I don't want to fights and I don't want no more picking on the newbies, got it? Get back to eating your grub."
He growled, walking off.
A shiver traveled down my spine as I heard his name.
Santiago..
I heard footsteps echo closer and closer to my back and I tensed up.
"That your pet?"
His gruff voice asked Jonas.
His accent sent shivers down my sides and his voice was very different than Jonas. Santiago's voice had that smooth bass kind of sound, the sound you can just melt to if you hear it calling your name. It finally hit me that the loud noise was the door slamming open and Santiago was a new inmate. Would I see him more often..? I wanted to badly and I didn't even know what he looked like yet.
"So what if he is?"
Jonas's unpleasant voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
Pet..?
I didn't think I was much of a pet to the gang, I was more of a shiny new toy for them to tease and play with and show off and discipline.
I wanted to speak up, I wanted to tell Santiago that I wasn't his pet, I still had some of my dignity left... some.
I heard Santiago chuckle lightly and a tiny whimper spilled out of my lips. I couldn't help myself.. his chuckle was so soft yet taunting towards Jonas. I liked it.
Jonas' nails dung into my thigh as he pulled me further up on his lap. I knew better than to squirm uncomfortably.
Last time that ended up in me with a sore throat and behind for a good week.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt Santiago's gaze traveling all up my body, mostly at my thighs and what was in between them.
Santiago looked up at Jonas.
"How long has it been since you've had a decent cigarette, you look stressed."
His voice was a lot more gentle and teasing now. So badly I wanted that voice between my legs.
Jonas' eye twitched.
"N-not in like a good month, man.. you got any on you?!"
He asked in a hushed, yet desperate whisper.
Santiago smirked and pulled one of the large multipacks out of his shirt.
" 'Course I do."
Jonas was about half mad with lust for those cigarettes now and I was so damn eager to get off his lap.
"What do I gotta do, I'll do anything, man, I haven't had a good smoke in months!"
Santiago smirked and I heard his voice huskily mumble.
"Gimmie the kid.."

A.N : I just wanna clarify that all the characters are over the legal age of consent if anyone's worrying☺️ Santiago is 25, Jonas is 23 and Jackson is 19.