Fan Fiction ❯ You Make Me Crazy ❯ Separation Anxiety ( Chapter 11 )

“Are you two done yet?” the guard asked from the doorway while holding a towel and Malon's freshly-clean clothes. He pretended to shield his eyes, but secretly peeked through his fingers…just for fun.

 

“Yeah, we're done.” Ivo replied sweetly to the guard.

 

`There you go, playing him again.' Malon thought.

 

The guard tossed the towel to her and had her wrap it around herself.

 

“Thank you, guard. I can't wait until I get my lovely wife back home. She missed her psychologist appointment yesterday, and I don't think he likes it when she misses it.”

 

Malon wondered if she should attempt to run away again after she was released or just keep refusing to take the potion until she died in jail of old age.

 

The guard smiled and left the room to let Malon dry off and get dressed.

 

Ivo stroked his hands over her hips. “I cleaned you off nicely, didn't I?”

 

“No, Sheik did, actually.” Malon corrected him, making sure to emphasize his name as if it was a valuable gem. She threw the towel at his face and quickly put on her clothes, despite the fact she was still a bit wet and soapy. She picked the brush up from the floor and used it to brush her hair.

 

“Ha, you're still delusional from that guy, aren't you? Spending the night with him in the same cell and having him wash you the following morning was not the best idea, was it?”

 

“Just shut up, you bastard. I'd rather be stuck here for the rest of my life than go back-“

 

Ivo swept Malon into his arms and held her the same way Sheik had done before when he put her in the basin, and tenderly kissed her. “I couldn't hear you, babe. Say it again.”

 

She began to open her mouth, but his tongue snaked inside, running itself over her own tongue and nearly gagging her in the process.

 

“I can't wait to do that more often when we get you home.” He laughed and carried her out of the room. “I guess I'll take you back to your cell.” Walking towards the cell area, he asked a nearby guard which cell to put her in and the guard led him to the end cell and opened the door. Not surprisingly, Sheik wasn't there.

 

“Sheik, are you there?” she called out, hoping to be wrong.

 

“He's in the tower, honey.” The guard replied. “He won't be coming out for a while.”

 

“Can I at least talk to him?” Malon asked.

 

“That is forbidden.”

 

Ivo set her down on the bottom bunk and winked at the guard, hoping he'd get the hint.

 

“Oh…oh!” he blushed. “Of course you two can be alone. Once you're done call me and I'll lead the lady outside where we're doing some aerobics. One more thing; I've got the potion right here in the closet. I can get it for you, and you can give it to her. The last one she needs to take is tomorrow's, and then she can leave.” He reached into the nearby closet and set the potion down on the table.

 

“Thank you.” Ivo watched the guard walk away and began to rub Malon's stomach, trying to make her giggle.

 

As soon as she did, his tongue slid in once more when her mouth was wide enough, and he darted it around wildly.

 

Malon's eyes bulged as she choked on his slippery muscle.

 

He suddenly stopped. “You're a little cranky today, huh? Maybe this will help.” He waved a bottle with orange potion in front of her face.

 

“Fuck you.” She reached for the bottle but missed.

 

“How about this, I'll drink it for you.”

 

“What?”

 

He uncorked the bottle and poured the potion in his mouth. He didn't swallow, though. His face turned pale from the horrid taste.

 

Malon snickered at his reaction, but soon had the same one when he once again, sent his mouth upon hers. He spit the potion in and she quickly swallowed, not wanting to leave his disgusting saliva and the taste of the nasty potion in her mouth for long.

 

“One more to go, and you're out of here.” He called the guard over and left, giving her a quick wave and a `You're screwed, bitch' look.

 

Instantly, Malon felt dizzy, and she knew what would happen next; she fainted. She awoke many hours later to find Sheik at her bedside, shaking her awake.

 

“Malon? Malon? Malon! Are you okay?”

 

“Are we in the shower?” Malon hoped that somehow she had gone back in time. Maybe then she could warn Sheik not to lose his temper.

 

“No, I was sent here from the tower to apologize.” Sheik said, with a guard looming over his shoulder.

 

“Oh.” Malon sounded disappointed.

 

“Just say sorry to the lady and then it's back to the tower with you.” The guard tapped his foot impatiently.

 

“Sorry.” Sheik whispered.

 

“No, Sheik. I'm sorry. This is my fault.” Malon muttered back.

 

“I lost my temper. It's my fault, okay? Goodbye.” He flashed a quick smile, but it wasn't the same one she saw in the shower; it was a smile that said `I'm miserable right now, but I'm just going to pretend I'm happy so I don't make you miserable, too.'

 

“Goodbye.” She leaned in for a kiss that Sheik was about to give her, but the guard pulled a chain wrapped around Sheik's neck before he got the chance.

 

“Are you aware, you lunatic, that this woman's married?”

 

Sheik waited for Malon to argue that she wasn't, but she knew it wouldn't do any good.

 

And so the guard left with Sheik in tow by the chain on his neck, as Malon sat on the bottom bunk, still halfway from complete unconsciousness, fully guilty. Prisoners watched him pass by from their cells and saluted him, their best friend.

 

The cell felt lonely and empty without Sheik. She wished she could be in that tower with him right now. If only.

 

The usual late-night chatter was going around the prison. This time, there was gossip about how Sheik got sent to the tower.

 

“I heard he got sent there for punching a man in the face!” One said.

 

“No, I heard he raped his cellmate!” another chimed in.

 

Malon wanted to tell them what really happened, but she had no energy to talk. Instead, she laid her head back on the pillow and let the potion knock her out once again, until she woke up again in the middle of the night later.

 

“Sheik,” She mumbled, smoothing her fingers over her chest as if maybe he was really still there sleeping atop her.

 

But he wasn't.