RIOT WORLDBiggs was desperately trying not to hear the inmate beside him jerking off when the alarm sounded. He chewed with his mouth open, napkins wadded in his ears.
"Jesus Christ," Biggs said, "can't you wait twenty fucking minutes?"
The string of an inmate moaned. He pushed bony fingers toward Biggs' mouth. "Bite me, baby, make it hurt."
Biggs didn't hear the alarm. He wrestled the hand from his mouth. The inmate only moaned louder.
"Ungh. You got me so close. Fight harder."
Biggs twisted the con's wrist, wrenched until he heard a snap. Fight Harder? He'd been fighting for his life since the cops first drug him away. Badges and blues beat the shit out of him, drug him from his wife and kids. Fight harder? Mother fucker, you don't know the meaning of fight.
