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This chapter is dedicated to a reader named Lisa who reached out to me over a year and a half ago. At the time she was in an abusive relationship
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I hope she is doing okay today. As I told her at the time, there is no place in our world for abuse—especially abuse against women. I know some will say I am a hypocrite for suggesting that while authoring a story like this, but I can separate reality from fiction and hope others can too!
If a story like this may cause you to abuse others, please don't read it!
If you are reading this and are a victim of abuse, I encourage you to seek help
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no one deserves to be treated that way.
A special thanks goes out to Literotica member Eh9198 for his ongoing encouragement to help me get over my roadblocks and finally get this chapter written—hopefully someday we'll have the same success convincing thecryptkeeper to come out of retirement! And also, to MistressAaliyah.
I have appreciated all the well-wishes and words of encouragement from Literotica readers over the past two years!
I hope you all enjoy it!
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The San Quentin Prison task force reassembled for the second time in four days since the tragedy. A lot had transpired since they convened only forty-eight hours previously. Like the rest of the San Francisco Bay Area, death and destruction at the old prison had intensified as the repercussions from the earthquake became more apparent. In addition, several more structures around the fifteen-acre correctional property had collapsed amid the numerous aftershocks following the most devastating quake in US history.
The task force, made up of some of the savviest law enforcement and correctional minds in the state, still had no idea how many had perished in the quake devastation and subsequent violence within the walls of the maximum-security prison.
But the rising death toll could only be partially attributed to the natural disaster.
The inmate horde led by Tyrone "Anaconda" Jones was still in charge and their patience was wearing thin. A powder keg was on the verge of detonating. Due to the deteriorating conditions, the lawless mob had already begun killing guards at a pace of one every six hours in response to the authority's decision to cut off all food and drink until the inmates laid down their weapons and surrendered.
But not everyone on the task force shared the belief the current plan would work.
"This embargo isn't going to accomplish shit," shouted Chase Trammell, Director of the Marin County SWAT Force. "These animals don't understand negotiation—FORCE is the only thing they get! We need to bring the wrath of God down on these motherfuckers, otherwise they're going to murder every guard in there. And I can't imagine the torture they are inflicting on the warden and his poor wife. I bet he's already dead and she's been raped by every piece of shit inside those walls!"
"Calm down Chase," answered San Rafael Deputy Police Chief Ryan Brogdon. "There is still a lot we don't know about what is happening in there. The drone runs have been helpful, but there are still lots of unanswered questions."
"We know they are killing guards every six hours! I don't know about you Ryan, but I can't imagine looking the families of those murdered guards in the eyes when we had the opportunity to stop this!"
"I'm with you on that Chase, but let's not forget the bloodshed could be a lot worse if we storm those gates!"
"C'mon Ryan, this thing is going more sideways every hour we wait. Do you want the blood on your hands if we sit here with our thumbs up our asses? We know they are killing at least four guards a day—but imagine the torture they are inflicting on them in the meantime, and God have mercy, the warden and his poor wife, while we wait."
Another voice from the back shouted, "Speaking of Warden Rawlins, have we learned anymore about he and his wife's fate?"
Brogdon addressed the group. "Not much. It was a bit surprising the drone video showed his personal garage empty, but it's certainly possible the inmates moved his SUV. As you know, there are countless buildings where it could be housed. As for the Rawlins' cell phones, they are in the possession of Anaconda Jones and his thugs. Those phones have been the only method of communication we've had with the prisoner group."
"Have they told us anymore about the well-being of the Rawlins'?" Sheryl Drake, Mill Valley Police Chief asked.
A concerned look formed on Brogdon's face. "Sheryl, I'm afraid not, other than Tyrone Jones' cryptic statement "They are being well taken care of".
A hush came over the room before being broken by SWAT Director Trammell's booming voice.
"Ryan, I say it's time! With backup from the military guys, me and my men can end this thing in short order. It's time to act and we all know it! Let's do what we came here for and make a decision!"
Ryan Brogdon gazed around the room and observed more heads nodding than those that weren't.
"Okay, I'm sensing more support for Director Trammel's suggestion. I agree it's time to take a vote. Any objections?"
No one spoke up.
"Okay, all of those in favor of the immediate physical assault plan Director Trammel outlined moments ago, raise your hand."
Thirteen hands went up immediately, followed slowly by five more.
"Anyone else?"
Two more raised.
"Okay, that's twenty in favor. Who thinks we should give more time to the negotiation process?"
Seven hands went up. Three abstained.
"Well, I'd say that's a strong referendum. Chase, how long would it take you and your group to be ready?"
"We've been working on this plan for the past two days. The equipment and manpower are at the ready. Those animals are scheduled to kill the next guard at 1300 hours. I say we launch fifteen minutes ahead and cut their legs out before they have any idea what hit them!"
The room went quiet once again before Brogdon broke the silence.
