It became apparent to me that these feds had every intention of treating me like shit at every turn. They would kick me just 'cause, or call me horrid names. They'd tell me how Ricky probably doesn't love me, and he won't miss me. I know those things aren't true but it hurts to hear them. I just kept thinking about what Mike had told me; We're all still together under the moon.

The drive from Seattle to Denver was long. Once we did get to the prison, the Hell didn't stop. Two officers took me inside and strip searched me. Then they brought me to the showers to clean me off before admitting me. One slammed my head into the tile wall. I didn't fight back because I remembered how much good behavior counts for. I was also praying they'd lighten up if they saw I wasn't hurting them. So far that wasn't working. One of them put his fingers up my ass, justifying it as a cavity search. It still left me feeling pretty violated.

They gave me that same damn prison jumper. I hated them. They never fit and always make me feel less than human. With cuffs around my hands, they walked me down to my new home. This prison was much cleaner than Graham. The walls were pure white unlike Graham's dirty stone. Bright colors doesn't make it feel any better. I knew I'd eventually end up back in the slammer, but I didn't think it'd be this soon.

Before getting shoved into a cell, the officers held me outside of it's door to meet the warden. He was a tall gentleman with a thin body, but still intimidating as fuck. "Berge" was the name on his uniform.

"Welcome to ADX Florence Supermax, son. This prison is not like any other you've ever been in. You will be in your room twenty four hours a day. If you behave, you will earn yourself a hour outside each day. You will not have any human interaction. You have a small TV in your room, which I will not hesitate to take from you if you try anything. You can have one fifteen minute phone call a month, but that again can be taken. Any questions?"

"Yeah, two. Am I aloud books?" I asked.

"Yes. I will see to it you have a request form to fill out tonight. Second question?"

"That fifteen minute phone call; The thing is, all the people I would call are in this prison now." I said, "So instead of getting a phone call, can I get a visit with one of them? One of them is my boyfriend. I... I can't live without him, Sir."

His heart seemed to soften for just a split second, "I'll consider it."

"Thank you." I responded.

He began to walk away, so the officers forced me into the cell. They threw me on the bed to undo my cuffs. Considering the bed was just a thin mat onto of concrete, it hurt a lot. Once they were gone, I curled up against that bed and looked around the room. I had a shower, a sink and a toilet in one corner. At the foot of the bed, there was a concrete table, shelf, and seat. That very tiny ten inch screen TV the warden mentioned was sitting on the shelf. Next to the bed I saw a very small four inch window, but I was too tired to get up to look out of it.

There was iron bars on the front of the cell, but another set of heavy metal doors were in front of them. They wanted to make sure I wasn't getting out of here. I laid there in the silence and let it eat me away. I can't believe I've let myself get destroyed this much. I had everything, and it was just ripped away from me.

In the quiet, somehow through these thick walls, I heard a voice on a melody. I focused and realized someone was singing in one of the nearby cells. There's only one person I know that sings sitting in their cell... It was Chris. Weirdly, there was a sense of relief in me to know he was next to me. There was a wall between us, but he was next to me. I sat up and leaned against the wall to hear clearer.

"I was thinking about you. There was something I forgot to say; I was crying on a Saturday Night. I was out cruising without you. They were playing our song. Crying on a Saturday Night."

Of course it was Misfits. He always would sing that song when he missed Angelo a lot. I laid there with my body propped up against the wall, hearing Chris sing "Saturday Night". I want Ricky here with me. Damn it. Am I fucking crying? I felt the water going down my cheeks but didn't want to admit it. I rarely ever cry in all my life. Fuck, I didn't cry that much when I killed my siblings or when my mom shot herself. But now, I was broken. I was sobbing. I eventually cried myself to sleep listening to Chris' voice.

"As the moon becomes the night time, you go viciously, quietly away. I'm sitting in the bedroom where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes. Now I'm watching, watching you die."

3 Weeks Later

It's true that solitude can break a man. I've become an animal. I'm surprised my skin isn't growing mold at this point. I always just sat on that bed and read my books. I'd only move when they dropped off good. Even then no one spoke or even showed a face. It was just forced through a slot in the door. The TV here only shows religious programs, which obviously disinterests me. These books and Chris' singing is the only thing that interests me.

Yesterday I had my last trial. Why did they even bother? I've already got a hundred lifetimes to serve. I understand it's a whole "justice for the families" type of thing. At least I got to go see people. I plead guilty to everything to keep going with the good behavior train. Now I'm back to rot in this sufferable Hell. Much to my surprise, I heard the door slide open. It never does, except when they had to take me to my trials. The Warden walked in, but stayed on the other side of the iron bars.

"I've considered your request in regards to the phone calls. You have behaved amazingly, so I'm going to grant your wish. Which inmate would you like to visit with?" He asked.

I felt this indescribable about of joy. It was such a relief, because I haven't felt any emotions in these last few weeks. I stood up and walked towards the bars.

"Thank you, Sir. Ricky, of course." I said.

He looked at my strangely, "Last name?"

I became concerned with his behavior. Cautiously, I responded, "Olson."

"He must be in a different prison. I have no inmates by that name." He informed me, "Is there anyone else?"

I was a little stunned. The feds that brought me here said we were all going to ADX. Even the girls are here. Why would they send Ricky to a different prison? Something about it wasn't right.

"Um, Chris... Cerulli." I stammered out.

"He's right next door." The Warden spoke, much to my relief.

At this point I was worried that he'd tell me Chris wasn't here either and I'd find out I was imagining his singing. Warden Berge unlocked the bars between us. He handcuffed me and told me he was just going to let me visit Chris in his room. It was the easiest. I was only going to get fifteen minutes but it was better than nothing.

Another officer went into Chris' room to open the doors. Surprisingly, once I was walked into the room, they undid my handcuffs. Chris stood up from his desk and embraced me in a hug. It felt so good to touch another human that I actually liked. He was like a brother to me. A brother that I fucked, but details, details. The point is I was physically interacting with someone I cared about.

"How'd you manage this?" He asked me.

"I asked the Warden if I could exchange that fifteen minute phone call for a fifteen minute visit with another inmate. I wanted to see Ricky, but he told me that Ricky isn't in this prison." I frowned.

His expression fell, "We need to have a talk about Ricky. Sit down."

Chris glanced over at the Warden watching us from the door. He sat down on his bed and I could tell he was preparing to break my heart. What is he going to tell me?!

"Is Ricky okay?" I asked as I sat down.

"More than okay." He groaned, "I'm sorry I have to tell you this. Ricky was a double agent."

My heart. Stopped. Fucking. Beating. There was no way. Ricky wouldn't kill people if he was working both sides? And how the Hell did Chris find out? I sat there staring as my whole world came crashing down. I invested so much love into that man and he was playing me for a fool?

"After you went out through the garage with the others, the cops came and tied me up. The sedation wore off pretty quick. They lined us all against a wall and that's when I realized Ricky wasn't with us. I know he hadn't escaped because I watched him go down with me. Then I see the fucker walking around with the other feds." He explained.

"Wh-what about later?" I stammered out through a cracking voice, "When they showed him to me all tied up?"

"I was in the back of the truck they had pulled him from. When you asked for him to be pulled out, they handcuffed him and pulled him out. They put on a show for you. I'm so sorry, Devin." Chris consoled me, but words would do me no good right now.

How could he do this to me? All the times we sat at night telling each other how much he loved me, he was faking it? I caved in for him and served him like a slave. All the times I licked up and swallowed his cum, and let him fuck me until I didn't know my own name, there was no love there? He was secretly betraying me this whole fucking time? This is all my fault for letting me trust him.

I pulled my legs up to my chest, muttering, "Mike was right. We should've never trusted a fed."

Chris wrapped his arms around me. It was a comforting brotherly way, not romantic. I still haven't told him about Angelo either and I'm scared to.

"We would've never known." He muttered.

I looked up at him with a huff, "Chris... has anyone told you about Angelo?"

His face scrunched in confusion, "What about Angelo?"

"When we were trying to get away, he was shot in his side. He was still alive when I saw him but no one told me anything about his condition." I replied.

Chris pushed me out of his lap and quickly went over to the Warden. He asked about Angelo's condition, and the Warden simply said he's still under medical care. At least that means he's alive. Chris sighed out of relief as he walked back over to me.

"At least if he's in a hospital it means he's not in a lonely cell like this." Chris stated optimistically. He looked at me with heavy sympathy, "I'm so sorry that Ricky broke your heart. I'll break his neck for you if you want."

I forced a laugh, "No, no. Living is enough suffering. Plus, I still love him, even if it was all a lie. By the way, about the lonely thing, your singing has helped me keep from going crazy."

"At Graham it pissed you off." He chuckled as he sat back down.

"I have a different outlook on life now." I mumbled.

He hugged me again, running his hand along my arm in a soothing motion. I'm glad I have Chris, at least. As well as the other guys. I'm not going to forget that he did this to me. Looking back, I realized he was trying to warn me that the attack was coming. Maybe he cared about me just a little bit? Maybe. Maybe.