Louis Antoine sat behind his desk at the Boston Police Department. He was a tall, good-looking young man with dark brown skin and a shaved head. One of the youngest detectives on the Narcotics squad. A native of Haiti, he came to the US while still in his youth and studied Criminal Justice at a state college. Now, nearly a decade later, he was a respected member of the law enforcement community. In the eyes of the world, he had it made. And yet, he was a troubled man.
Recently, Louis Antoine had gone to the State Prison to interrogate Stefano Valdez, a Latin hustler who ran a small operation in downtown Boston. He was trying to persuade the hustler to give up his boss in order to get a reduced sentence. During the interrogation, there was a prison break. The inmates killed several guards, and many of them made a daring escape. Stefano was one of them. He struck Louis, dazing him, and disarming him. The young police officer found himself face to face with several hardened criminals. They didn't want to kill him. What they had in mind was much worse.
The inmates seized Louis Antoine. They took his pants off and bent him over the warden's desk. The warden, a chubby woman with red hair, was dead, a knife in her back. Killed by an inmate. In front of the dead woman's eyes, the three men took turns shoving their big dicks up the unarmed cop's ass. They fucked him in the ass and messed him up. They beat him up and almost blinded him. They shoved their cocks into his mouth and rammed their dicks up his ass. All the while, the poor man was helpless. When they finally left, he was unconscious and had to be hospitalized.
Detective Louis Antoine of the Boston Police Department was hospitalized. He spent nine days at the hospital. Nine days during which his wife, Natalie, visited him and sometimes spent at his bedside. Antoine had begged his colleagues not to tell his wife what happened to him. His fellow police officers felt bad for him and understood. They kept his secret. He left the hospital and went into psychological counseling, which was paid for by the state. He was given a clean bill of health, both physically and mentally. He was fit for duty. But the young man couldn't sleep at night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the faces of the men who violated him. And he dreamed of revenge. Sixteen months later, he still dreamed of revenge.
Natalie Lorenzo Antoine sat on the couch inside the modest house which she shared with her husband Ronald Antoine. It was late afternoon and she had recently finished her shift at Boston Hospital where she worked as a nurse's aide. Ever since coming to America from her native island of Haiti, things hadn't been exactly great between her hubby and herself. Oh, some would say that all couples go through some trouble every now and then but Natalie felt that there was something more to it.
