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03:27 | June 25 - Aidan Harsh fluorescent light overtook Aidan’s vision, and a sharp ringing began in his ears as he stirred from unconsciousness on the hard floor of a holding cell.“Nnugh… what?” he groaned, slowly taking in the bare gray room and iron bars he was trapped behind.A dull ache bloomed in his neck, and he gritted his teeth as it all started to come back to him.He and his best friend Max Brinly had been on their way to the Hackett’s Quarry summer camp, nestled deep in the lush forests of upstate New York. After getting lost on the winding roads late last night, Max had swerved to avoid hitting… something… and nearly totaled the station wagon in the woods. What little exploration Aidan had done while Max tinkered away revealed that the same woods that hosted the summer camp had once been home, at least temporarily, to a traveling sideshow: Harum Scarum.Not long after they’d gotten the car back up and running, a creepy-ass cop showed up out of nowhere and detained them, hounding them with a barrage of really unusual questions. The officer was tall and lanky, with receding hair black as pitch, a broad roman nose, and a prominent jaw. His eyes, though, were his most intimidating feature: deep-set and hooded, almost black in the moonlight. His gaze was unwavering and incalculable; an unsettling stare that could easily break a man were it trained on him for too long.Despite their insistence that they were expected at camp and that Mr. Hackett knew of their early arrival, the cop ordered them to spend the night at the Harbinger Motel up the road. After Max and Aidan relented to the detour, he towed them back onto the highway. Of course, Aidan thought he’d been clever, tricking him into accidentally showing him the camp’s location on their map. And they’d lied just convincingly enough to get him off their backs, or so they’d thought. But his eyes –dark and engulfing as the wet earth spinning off their useless tires– bored into them until the young men left his sight. And when they thought him gone, he tracked them again into the night.If only they had gone to the motel, maybe they wouldn’t have explored the eerily empty lodge, nor seen the flash of something alive in the cellar. Maybe Max wouldn’t have been mauled by whoever –whatever– they had been mistakenly trying to rescue from the depths; maybe everything would be normal or okay right now.Oh god, Max…Aidan’s hand trembled in front of his face, and he paled as he realized it was covered in blood. Blood from the gaping wound in his best friend’s neck that he'd tried to staunch hours ago.A metal door creaked open down the hall, and the young counselor stilled as footsteps drew nearer, joined by the low rustle of cloth moving over concrete. Seconds later, he was shocked to see the very same gangly police officer who'd found them in the woods, dragging Max’s twitching body with relative ease across the floor.Thank fuck, he's alive! Aidan thought.Max's red hair and most of his white t-shirt were plastered to his skin with blood, he was handcuffed, and he was being pulled around by his ankles. But at least he was still alive!As they passed the cell door, Aidan lifted his aching head and called out anxiously.“Max!”That alone seemed to give his best friend a small jolt of energy, because he writhed and swung weakly at the sheriff, who hooked his hands deftly under the young man’s armpits and lifted him to his feet.“Hey! Come here. Come on,” the officer grunted under his breath, wrestling the other counselor into the adjoining room, “Get in there! Fucking do it!”Max’s raspy breathing deepened, transforming into eerily animalistic snarls. Then, with the sound of cracking bones and tearing flesh, a burst of red gore painted the wall opposite Max’s cell, followed by a string of low growls.Aidan’s heart dropped into his stomach as the officer stopped in front of him, out of breath and black uniform wet with blood.“You goddamn kids,” he panted, peering down coldly through the bars.Aidan's eyelids fluttered as he passed out again, their captor’s footsteps fading into the dark.
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09:01 | June 25 - AidanA splash of cold water jolted Aidan from his sleep, sputtering as he locked eyes with the gaunt man across from him, who was still holding the offending tin cup in his right hand. The counselor glanced frantically around a room he’d never been in before. Two dark-trimmed windows were set into the empty cream walls on either side of him, wooden blinds angled to let in only slivers of the morning sun. A large double door fitted with wired glass sat behind him, presumably locked tight. His eyes widened as he squirmed in the wooden chair, hands held fast behind his back with sturdy metal cuffs.How long had he been here? Did the Sheriff drag him here like he’d moved Max last night? Aidan shuddered at the thought of that freak touching him while he was out cold. Wait, last night…Whipping back to stare at him, Aidan tried not to squirm under the cop’s unflinching gaze.“What have you done to Max?” he exclaimed.The older man simply stared at him, pulling a ballpoint pen from his breast pocket and clicking it.“Shut up.”“You can’t just–”“SHUT UP!” he ordered, voice raised. “This is an interrogation. I ask, you answer.”The Sheriff gestured with the pen and cleared his throat. Aidan, caught off guard, shifted nervously in the chair.“Name.”Anger welled up inside him, at Max’s treatment, at their situation, at the audacity of this asshole to lock them up without reading them their rights or provide either of them with a phone call.Who the fuck does he think he is?“Eat. shit.” Aidan sneered, meeting the Sheriff’s unblinking gaze.The bastard just cocked his head and closed the distance between them by a few inches.“When I say “name”, you give me your name. Do I make myself clear?”The counselor shot back, “You’ve got my license, can’t you read?”“I am an officer of the law. I need you to do as you’re told and answer the goddamned questions.”“Well I’m not saying shit until you tell me where Max is.”“Is that so?”“You can’t keep us here!” Aidan argued, “I know what this is, this is an illegal detainment. They are waiting for us at Hackett’s Quarry and pretty soon they’re gonna figure out we’re missing. I want a lawyer.”Eyebrows raised, the officer smirked like this was all one big joke to him, a prank that neither Aidan or Max were in on.“You finished?”“Guess that sheriff’s badge doesn’t mean much if you don’t believe in the law.” Aidan retorted, flicking his chestnut hair out of his face with a twitch of his head and eyeing the gold star pinned to the man’s chest contemptuously. North Kill County. And then the name badge above his right pocket: Travis Hackett.“Excuse me?” He bristled at the comment.“We didn’t do anything! You locked us up, explain that to me.”“Young man, I don’t think you have any idea what kind of shit you just stepped into. There’s shit, and then there’s shit.”“Please, will you just stop fucking around with me and tell me what the fuck is going on?!” Aidan cried out, finally at his breaking point, “What the hell attacked us last night and why did you arrest us? You goddamn maniac!” His voice cracked with fear, “Take me to Max! Right now!”Unfazed, Sheriff Hackett rose from his chair and made his way to where Aidan was bound. He towered behind him silently before gripping both of his wrists in one large hand and unlocking the cuffs. The spindly freak was stronger than he seemed. Even so, Aidan caught him by surprise, kicking backwards ‘til a sneaker connected with the officer’s left knee. Groaning in pain, Hackett still managed to dodge both angry swings and capture the counselor’s right arm again, wrenching it behind his back and cinching the handcuffs back on.“Don’t try that shit with me.” he warned, keeping a painfully firm hold on the younger man’s shoulders as he steered him toward a metal door.As they crossed the threshold and approached the holding cells, relief washed over Aidan when he heard Max get up from his bed and call out.“Hey! You! Asshole!” he shouted, running up to the bars far enough that Aidan could catch a glimpse of him, unharmed, “You wanna tell us what the fuck’s going on?”Sheriff Hackett manhandled Aidan into his cell and shoved him to the center, securing the iron door behind him. Turning yet another icy stare on both of them, he exited the hall without a word.“Fuck!” Max exclaimed under his breath, and Aidan could hear him begin pacing the dirty floor.Aidan jogged to the far corner of his room and peered through the bars, wishing he could see his best friend right now.“Max, are you okay?”“Yeah,” came the tired reply, “I mean I’m… I’m kind of all mixed up but… more or less intact, I think. Aidan?”“Yeah?” he prompted.“Why am I naked?”“What?”“I mean after we got attacked… the next thing I know I’m waking up in a jail cell, and you’re gone, and now you’re back again - and I- I’m super naked.” Max sounded more panicked, “And there’s blood… and stuff everywhere. I mean… what the fuck happened?”“So our host was very keen on getting me to ‘confess’, but I honestly couldn’t tell you what I was meant to be owning up to.” Aidan shrugged.“Jesus… What’d he use to try to get you to talk? The pincher? The blade? Three-hole punch?” Max suggested.“No, it- he wasn’t torturing me.”“Who does this guy think he is?”“Sheriff of North Kill, apparently.”“North Kill?”“Yeah- Max!”“What?”“Did you even look at the map?” Aidan asked incredulously, “Hackett’s Quarry. In North Kill. That’s the town.”“Oh…” Max trailed off, sounding dejected.“And it gets better. I got a look at his name badge and -”Their conversation was cut off by the now-familiar squeak of the hall door as the sheriff returned, the boys watching the shadow on the wall roll open a metal grate and step into the compartment. The officer set a neatly folded pile of clothes in front of the slot in Max’s cell door before addressing him.“Get dressed.”“What’s he given you?” Aidan asked.Max joked back, “I’m not gonna be the guest of honor at Fashion Week, I’ll tell you that much.”“Hey!” their jailer interjected, looking back and forth between them, “Did I say you could talk to each other?”Crossing his arms, Aidan countered, “I wasn’t aware we needed your permission, Detective Dick Whippet.”“Ha! Yeah, it’s a free country, Officer Oat… For Brains…” Max joined in as he struggled to put on pants. “Shit!”Sheriff Hackett clenched his jaw and turned toward Aidan, looking him up and down in a way that made his skin crawl before returning to Max.“Alright buddy, hands through the bars.” he motioned.Max, fully dressed now, hesitated.“Come on!”Aidan heard a click as Max's cuffs were secured, and the cell door opened.“Your turn. Let’s go.”“I’m not going anywhere. we can talk right here.” his friend protested.“Come on.”The officer moved out of view and into Max’s room, grabbing hold of his arm.“Hey! Hey!” he warned, “Let’s go! Come on, move!”Aidan press his face up to the iron bars, wishing he could see what the hell was happening as leather boots and sneakers shuffled on cement, then Max shouted:“Get the fuck off me!”And then everything was quiet again, Max stepping in to view with Sheriff Hackett clutching his neck.“Good boy.” he rasped into Max’s ear, steering him past Aidan briskly.Aidan met his friend’s gaze, usually lively green eyes now dull with fear and exhaustion, and Max tried in vain to wrench himself from the man’s grip.“Hey! Stop struggling!” he ordered, readjusting is his grip.Aidan couldn’t take seeing Max disrespected right now, after all they’d already been through.“Hey! Leave him alone!”“Yeah, leave me alone, asshole.”“Both of you, shut up!”“Fuck you!” Max snarled.“I said, shut up!” The officer gritted his teeth and delivered a blow to the counselor’s lower back to propel him forward.Panicking, Aidan yelled after him.“Hey! You can’t treat us like this! You’re hurting him- HEY!”The gate slammed shut and once again, Aidan was alone.Fuck, he hoped that piece of shit didn’t do anything to Max besides question him. But maybe that’s what the cop wanted. To scare them a little, get them to confess. Even though they had nothing to confess to, besides being in the lodge cellar. What the hell else could they tell him?!Hands on his hips, Aidan turned to his cell. Who knew how long the interrogation would take, or even when their detainment would end, so he might as well take stock of his cell while he could.“Think, Aidan, think.” he sighed, “There’s gotta be something you can use.”Scanning the pockmarked walls, his attention was caught by what seemed to be a poem carved into the crumbling stone. Brows knitting, he began to read aloud: “While the town of North Kill lay there sleeping The hag in the woods started weeping As the bodies decay The wolves hunt their prey And the Sheriff continues his creeping” Aidan’s lip curled at the last line, amused that someone else had been just as skeeved out by Hackett as he was, so much so that they included it in their prison limerick.Making his way to the dust-caked window, Aidan spied something on the sill. He stepped up onto the creaky old bed -the only furnishing aside from a sink and toilet- and snagged the object from its resting place. Huh, odd. A grimy spoon with the head bent backward. He’d leave it for now, no use pocketing nasty silverware if he was just going to be patted down constantly. Besides, Hackett either didn’t check the cells or didn’t care if it had been there all this time.Though, maybe the freak should have been worried; Aidan certainly felt like he could kill a man with a spoon right now, if he tried.He took a couple steps before noticing a brick near the leg of the bed, sticking out a little more than some of the others. Crouching, he tried to pry it out of the wall, but it wouldn’t budge. But maybe…He clambered up to grab the spoon.“Aw yeah, this oughta do it.” he grinned, running the bent tip along the border of the masonry.The mortar came away easily, it was probably ancient. Aidan scraped some of it out and then jammed the spoon into the crevice, leveraging it just so… there, yes! He slid the chunk of brick out with ease, revealing a small nook. A perfect stash spot for anything he might find in this dump. The resourceful counselor returned the brick to its hole, spoon to its ledge, and washed his hands of mortar dust just as the Sheriff returned with Max. Hackett hurried him into the cell, pushing him past the threshold with the same force he had Aidan earlier. Man, what was up with this guy?“Watch it man, I bruise easily,” Max groaned.“Gimme a break,” he huffed, turning a key in the iron lock.Aidan glared as the man approached, confidence renewed seeing Max no worse for wear than before.“The second we get out of here you’re toast, motherfucker.”Sheriff Hackett stopped and leered at him through the gap, sizing the young man up with his eyes.“Sure. The second you get out.”“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”The officer’s expression remained unchanging as he swept past Aidan to leave.“Hey! What the fuck is that supposed to mean, asshole?” Aidan raged, “Hey you can’t just leave us in here!”“Hey,” Max joined in, “Come back!”But their anger was in vain; the prick was determined to keep them locked up for god knows how long. Aidan paced angrily to the bed and sat on the edge. He didn’t want to think about it.He could hear Max cuss and kick the door of his own cell. A little harder than he meant to Aidan guessed and couldn’t help but chuckle his friend let out a:“Son of a… binky bonky…”He heard the springs squeak as Max sunk to his own filthy mattress, and he called out.“How’d it go in there? You sing like a canary?”“Nothing to sing about.”“Oh, I’m sure you have plenty to confess.” Aidan teased.“Well that may be true but I don’t think he’s too interested in how I cheated off Mikey Washington in eighth grade chem.”“Really though… what happened?” Aidan’s voice softened.“He just… he asked a lot of dumb questions… Alright, I dunno” Max sounded irritated, “Would you get off my back?”“Jeez, I'm sorry.”They sat in awkward silence for a minute, until Aidan broke the tension.“Oh, hey, did you get a look at his name badge?”“You mean it’s not really Detective Dick Whippet?”“It’s Hackett. Sheriff Hackett. You think he’s related to Chris Hackett?”“Oh my god,” Max sounded stunned, “like ‘the’ Chris Hackett?!”“Yeah!”“Who’s ‘the’ Chris Hackett?Aidan was taken aback at this.“As in ‘ camp leader Mr. Hackett ’ of Hackett’s Quarry , remember?”“Last night feels like a lifetime ago,” the redhead sighed apologetically, “The fuck does that mean though, you know? Were we set up?”“Maybe it’s some kind of crazy camp counselor kidnapping ring.”“That’s… I mean… What?”“Well I guess Sheriff Hackett’s not exactly acting like a typical kidnapper, but… he’s not acting like a typical cop, either.” Aidan mused.“Well, how do you know how kidnappers act?”“I’m just trying to get us out of here and I can’t get us out of here until I have some clue of why the fuck we’re in here.”“I dunno, what if we can’t make sense of it?”“What? We have to…”“Sometimes things just don’t make sense. What then?” Max posed, “We’re just stuck in a backwater jail cell for the rest of our lives?"“This isn’t forever, Max. He can’t just hold us here forever.”“He didn’t seem too convinced of that...”“You’ve gotta stay positive. You can’t think like that.”“Why not? Might as well just accept it, right?”“No, fuck that.” Aidan rebuffed, “Think about the rest of the summer, Max. And school. I mean, I’ve been dreaming about becoming a vet since I was five years old and I’m not gonna let this fleabag fuckface stop me. First, we’re gonna get the hell out of this mess and enjoy the rest of summer. And then: college! I mean we’re gonna freakin’ crush it at orientation. We gotta get all our classes down-”“Aidan…”He rambled excitedly, “Did you look at all the options by the way? I mean it’s easier for me ‘cause I just need the options that’ll let me major in veterinary sciences, but…”“Aidan.”“...You’re undecided so you have to make sure you get a really good balance of everything-”“Aidan! Stop.” Max interjected.“Why?”“I… I didn’t get in.” he confessed.“What?”“I got rejected from the waitlist.”“Why didn’t you tell me?” Aidan asked, stunned.“I… I was embarrassed.”“But… your grades were good and you wrote a great essay-”“Yeah, apparently not good enough.”“Fuck. We’ve been making plans, dude, what the fuck?”“I dunno, what do you want me to say?!”“I’m sorry, Max, this really sucks.” Aidan offered gently.“Hey, it’s not the worst thing to happen this summer. But, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you.”“You know you can talk to me about anything right? We’re best friends, Max, I’m here for you.”“Yeah, yeah I do.”Adain began to pace in circles again, gesturing as if Max could see him.“Okay, let’s just… focus on getting out of here for now.”“Great. Sign me up.”“We need to go over it from the beginning.”“Like, from when we left home?”“Like from when we ran into the cop.”“So after we ran into that… whatever we ran into.”“Yeah,” it dawned on Aidan, “Actually. Yeah. That’s when shit started getting weird.”“The dude acted super weird when we said we almost hit an animal. You remember that?” Max pointed out, “It was like he already knew, or something.”“Yeah… that was really sketchy.”“What if he’s not even a real cop?”“Well, he’s gotta be dirty, but… I mean I think he’s a real cop. We’re in a police station.”“I mean, yeah but there’s like, nobody else around.”“Yeah, that is concerning.” Aidan agreed, chewing on his lower lip.“Especially the whole Hackett/Hackett thing… Let’s just go with the idea that they’re both in on it.”“Okay.”“So we’re supposed to meet Chris Hackett at the camp…” Max says, “and instead… there’s nobody there and we get attacked by… something… and then a cop shows up.”“Man, that part’s all fuzzy for me. I remember the steps and… a smell like wet fur and a… a dog collar with the name Ian on it.”“Ian? I don’t think it was a dog that attacked us. Whatever it was was big… like, person-sized big.”“It really did a number on you. I’m surprised you’re not more messed up. I vividly remember the thing’s teeth ripping into you…”“What is messed up about that is… Aidan I don’t have a scratch on me.”“Huh?”“Hey… okay so weird question: Do you remember… before we got lost-”“You got lost.” Aidan corrected.“Well, yeah, but before that," Max recalled, "I was all like: “Whoa, look at the moon, it’s so big, so cool to see a full moon in the middle of the woods!” and you were like “Yeah, no shit Max, it happens once a month.”?”“Yeah, so?”“Right, so you know… full moon…”“Yeah?”“What if… Uhhh…” Max paused.“Okay, no. Stop.” Aidan laughed in disbelief.“I’m just saying. You know, maybe there’s a slight chance… it was a werewolf.”“Are you out of your goddamned mind?!”
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20:53 | July 12 | Day 17 - Aidan
NORTH KILL POLICE DEPARTMENT
The past few weeks had been long, the sheriff had kept them fed and let them take showers, but aside from that they’d barely seen him. Aidan and Max had talked a lot; as much as they could about what happened that night. It was like trading conspiracy theories. They talked about the cop, the camp, the accident, the woods, the thing in the basement, what happened to Max. They just kept going over it all, again and again and nothing was making sense… All the boys knew was that they needed to get out of there.Aidan rocked on the edge of his bed restlessly, frustrated tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
“I can’t take this anymore!” he burst out, standing up quickly.
“It’s not that bad,” Max intoned, “they’re probably eating the same crap at camp.”
“No, I can’t take being in here anymore.”
“Oh… Yeah well that part is pretty tough.”
“We’ve gotta do something. We’ve gotta get out of here,” Aidan stressed, “We need a plan.”
“You keep saying that. But it’s been weeks, so… you know, let me know if you have one.” came the lackluster response.
“That’s really not very helpful, Max.”
“You are forgetting something.”
Aidan let out an impatient sigh and furrowed his brow.
“ What? ”
“Just the itsy-bitsy tiny detail that I may or may not be a FUCKING WEREWOLF, Aidan!”
“Will you- Shhhh! Keep it down!” he hissed, glancing around the jail.
“So what? What can we do, really?” Max admonished, “We run off into the sunset, only to be stopped when I turn into a nasty-ass monster and kill you. And eat you. And then I run off alone into the sunset with little bits of you stuck in my teeth?”
Fuck, he wasn’t wrong.
“Okay, okay, stop- Just, one problem at a time. Alright, we don’t even know if that’s what’s really going on here. And we won’t, until we get the hell out of here!” he argued, partially with himself.
“Well it seems to me that we only have two real options,” Max offered calmly, “We can play nice and try to get this guy on our side-”
“What, so he’ll let us go?”
“-or, we catch him off guard and try to make our escape...” he finished.
Lashing out hadn’t gotten either of them very far yet, especially Aidan. Maybe it was time he sucked it up and did some proverbial bootlicking, as much as he hated the thought of being civil to someone who’d kept them locked up for nearly a month already.
“Okay,” Aidan snarked, “So… let’s say we get on his good side. What then? Brunch and mimosas every Sunday ‘til he sees the error of his ways?”
“Yeah I was being rhetorical. The dude doesn’t have a good side to get on. I mean he won’t even talk to us half the time.”
“I don’t know, I think we could crack him.”
“Aidan,” Max sighed, “I think he’s just biding his time until he can figure out a way to get rid of us. Permanently.”
Hands on his hips, Aidan tried to inject more hopefulness into his response than he felt, for Max’s sake.
“I think we should try. I mean, if he was gonna kill us, we’d be dead by now.”
“So what’s he waiting for?”
“Look, we just- If this doesn’t work, we try to escape. Deal?”
“Yeah. Deal.” Max conceded. Silence hung thick in the air as they both tried to decide where to start.
“Alright, how are we supposed to get this guy to like us if he won’t even talk to us?”
“I don’t know, Aidan admitted, “He’s gotta have a weak spot, like something we can use. It’s not like we don’t have time to figure it out.”
“Yeah. Okay…”
An hour or so later, the counselors perked up when they heard the door open.
“Eyyyy, hey, T-Money!” Max called out, getting up from the floor, “Can I call you T-money?”
Sheriff Hackett made a beeline to the cell -eyes dark as the summer rainstorm that was brewing outside- and crouched to collect Max’s empty meal tray.
“Why? You… can call me Officer Hackett.” He shot him a stern look.
Aidan tried to play it casual as he turned back towards him, leaning against the sink and interjecting.
“Hackett? As in Hackett’s Quarry?”
The sheriff met his eyes and sighed in exasperation.
“What’s it to you?”
“Just interested, is all,” he shrugged nonchalantly as Hackett bent over to grab the other tray, “Feel like we hardly know you.”
“Well let’s keep it that way, okay?” the officer replied curtly, straightening up again and squaring his shoulders.
“Ah come on T-Money, lighten up man,” cheesed Max from the other side, “No reason we can’t be buds, right?”
Glaring over his shoulder, he retorted:
“I can think of seven.”
“Really? Seven?”
Aidan left his position at the sink, moving to stand in front of Sheriff Hackett as the officer rattled off their list of offenses, counting on his left hand:
“Failure to comply, trespassing, dangerous driving, breaking and entering, resisting arrest, endangering local wildlife…”
Holding his tongue, Aidan cocked his head and gazed up from under his lashes, locking eyes with the older man.
“...and you keep calling me names.”
Yeah, but aside from all that…” the counselor piped up.
“Okay,” came the clipped reply as Hackett broke eye contact.
“Look,” Aidan motioned with outstretched arms, trying to look even fractionally penitent, “there’s no reason why we can’t change things.” He simpered, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Why does it all have to be so ugly all the time?”
Aidan could have imagined it, but did the cop’s eyes wander down to his lips for a moment before snapping back to flick between him and Max?
“Oh,” he nodded brusquely, “I see what you’re doing. Well, it’s not gonna work. You think we’re just gonna be besties and I’m gonna let you walk right out of here?” He gestured toward the front of the station, “Not gonna happen.”
“Asshole!” Max butted in, having been listening quietly ‘til now.
“Max!” Aidan snapped, as the officer strode away. Trying to buy them some time, he shouted to the retreating figure:
“We know what’s going on! We know Max is a werewolf!”
Officer Hackett froze, then turned sharply on his heel to face his detainees again.
“Full moon’s in a few days, right?” Aidan continued hurriedly, voice cracking, “What- what then?”
The sheriff suddenly loomed over him; sharp nose almost pressed to the bars of the holding cell as he pointed an accusing finger at Aidan.
“No, sir. You don’t know the half of it.”
With that, Sheriff Hackett stalked out.
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23:58 | July 22 | Day 27 - Aidan
NORTH KILL POLICE DEPARTMENT
Aidan stretched out on the lumpy jail mattress, unable to sleep under the light of the waxing moon. It had been ten days since he and Max had tried to get on Travis Hackett’s good side, ten days since they’d told him that they knew the truth about Max, and he hadn’t denied it. If that weren’t bad enough, now there were only roughly twenty-two hours until the full moon, and subsequently, Max’s next transformation.Every day had been excruciatingly similar, each passing moment breaking their spirits and snuffing out any hope they’d previously cultivated of freeing themselves from this backcountry prison. Max had exhausted himself by working out in his cell as he did every other day, but Aidan was still buzzing with anxious energy. There were only so many crunches he could do, deep breaths he could maintain before the reality of their situation drove him up the wall. And yet, Aidan knew he needed to relax. Worrying about things he couldn’t change wasn’t going to help either of them. He wished it were morning already, so they could be fed and escorted to the showers. But it was only two minutes to midnight, according to the clock ticking away outside their cell. Sheriff Hackett wouldn’t return until dawn, and even if he did, he certainly wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about keeping his prisoners comfortable. They were lucky he was still keeping them prisoner at all.With that sobering thought, Aidan began his bedtime routine, pulling his sneakers off & pushing them neatly against the mineral-stained metal bed frame. A melancholy smile played at the corner of his mouth as Max’s rumbling snores filled the cell beside him. He hoped Max slept well; he would need it. He could only imagine how exhausting and painful transformation might be. Padding softly to the sink, Aidan splashed his face with water and dried with the front of his ratty Black Sabbath tee before stripping down to his boxers.Folding and tucking his clothes under the corner of the gray blanket to keep them warm for the next morning, he perched on the edge of the bed, instinctively crossing his arms over his bare chest. He hated being shirtless here, but the summer nights had been warm enough that wearing more than underwear guaranteed sweating through all his clothes. And considering his rivalry with Sheriff Hackett, he refused to ask for anything. It was bad enough that he escorted them to the showers once every couple of days. At least he gave them a modicum of privacy, though Aidan bet the pervert would love to catch him naked with the way he’d been glaring at him ever since the counselors arrived. He always followed a little closer than strictly necessary when escorting Aidan back from the showers, squeezing his arm tight and pressing his fingers into Aidan’s collarbones. He could have even sworn that once, he’d heard the older man smell his freshly washed hair, still damp as they walked down the hall. So, the thought of Travis Hackett ever seeing his scars made Aidan sick to his stomach. And that was still the least of his worries…
As if to cruelly punctuate his very real anxieties, a shiver ran down his spine and Aidan’s cock twitched beneath his loose cotton boxers. He gritted his teeth, holding back a cry of frustration as his body expressed its needs, having been neglected for over a month now. Fuck… really? It’s not like he was a stranger to his urges, nor to fulfilling them in, shall we say, unorthodox places. But right here? Now?! As if he didn’t already have enough to worry about… He’d have been embarrassed about the blush that colored his cheeks, had anyone been there to see it. Thankfully he was alone, Max sleeping soundly in the next cell, and the Sheriff gone who-knows-where doing God-knows-what and usually didn't return until dawn.
Oh… he was alone. Which meant that right now, Aidan had as much privacy as he was ever going to get here, in the dark, during the silent hours of the night.Paranoia ate at him, twisting his stomach into nervous knots, despite knowing his inmate and jailer’s schedules by heart at this point. Being locked up had been nothing but stressful, and at least the release would help him sleep, Aidan rationalized. Every sense was now heightened by shame and he was painfully aware of his breathing, worried that any noise would wake Max. So he sat motionless for a minute, listening for any sign of movement from the other cell. Tugging his boxers aside, Aidan trailed his right hand over his thigh, tracing a couple fingers along his shaft and head. Even in balmy summer air, his skin was flushed to the touch and slick with desire. Teasing lower with feather-light strokes, he plied open the soft folds below and worked two fingers inside himself, surprised at how wet he already was. He pumped in and out slowly, crooking his fingers til they caught that sweet spot inside, making his dick harden with every catch. The young man humped the air, each languid roll of his hips tightening the muscles of his inner thighs and making his cock strain to attention. God, he hadn’t realized how much he’d needed this, but he couldn’t be done quite yet. He had to enjoy himself, lose himself in this tonight. He scissored his fingers wide on a slow outstroke, enjoying the delicious stretch of resistance.With a swift motion, Aidan dropped his boxers, kicking one foot out of a leg hole before pulling the pair up again to rest on his thigh. Easy access when he needed to yank them back on, but not touching the nasty floor. Planting his feet and rocking his hips, he plunged his fingers greedily back into his cunt and ran his other hand through his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused just on the rhythm of his hand and his breathing, in out in out in out, cock grinding against his palm with each thrust. It was hot as fuck feeling his walls tighten, muscles bearing down so tight that he could barely move his hand. Cum dripped down Aidan’s wrist as he continued to finger himself, biting back a moan as he relentlessly punished his G-spot. Right at the edge of his orgasm he withdrew again, legs shaking with desperation and cunt convulsing around empty air. This could be the last orgasm he ever had, he thought. He could be d— Aidan cut this line of thought short by plunging slick fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean, savoring his own taste and coating the digits with spit.
Don’t think about it was his inner mantra as he bit down on his left arm and gripped his dick between thumb and forefinger, stroking with urgent abandon. Don’t think about it as he jerked off in a dark jail cell, don’t think about it as his fluids promised to stain the already grimy mattress, don’t think about it as his thighs flexed and hips bucked, don’t think about it don’t think about it as the wave built up inside him, don’t think don’t think don’t don’t oh god oh fuck don’t fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
And Aidan wouldn’t have thought about any of it again 'til the next morning; spread open on display over the edge of the bed, cock throbbing and cunt dripping and breath coming in ragged pants as the electric waves of his orgasm surged through him.
He really wouldn’t have, if he hadn’t finally opened his eyes to see none other than Sheriff Hackett standing outside his cell, all but devouring him with his eyes.
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00:29 | July 23 | Day 28 - AidanNORTH KILL POLICE DEPARTMENT
All the blood drained from Aidan’s face as his heart dropped into his stomach. How long had he—“How long have I been here?” Hackett offered, as if he could read his prisoner’s mind. “Oh, not long, but just enough to enjoy the show.”His eyes gleamed wickedly down at Aidan from the shadows, and the thick blanket of silence between them amplified what little noise followed; the slow undoing of a button, soft rustle of cloth, and the near-imperceptible whisper of skin on skin.Aidan was a deer in headlights, helpless to cover himself or even look away as the officer leant against the thick metal rails and smirked.“I should make a habit of finishing my patrol early; do you do this every night? Ah, don’t answer, it doesn’t matter.” The cop pushed his stiffening cock between the bars, the head shiny with pre-cum, and met Aidan’s gaze.“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put that mouth to use.” He said, arching his hips and beckoning the counselor with a crook of his fingers.Rage bubbled up inside Aidan, momentarily burning away the shame and allowing him to speak.“Or what?” he snarled. “What if I just bite your fucking dick off?”The sheriff was unfazed by the outburst as he moved a hand to caress the gun holstered on his hip. In fact, quite the opposite: he seemed to relish the young man’s futile efforts at resistance, if the now-steady drip of fluid onto the concrete below was anything to go by.“It’d be a damn shame if something were to happen to a certain Hackett’s Quarry camp counselor if he attempted to assault an officer, wouldn’t it?"Aidan balked at the severity of his threat and would’ve screamed at the top of his lungs for help then, if not for Travis shaking his head and signaling for silence.He pulled something out of his pocket and Aidan could make out the silver glint of a syringe in the sparse moonlight.“He wouldn’t be able to hear you anyway,” the cop explained, jerking his head towards Max’s cell, “He’s out like a sack of potatoes right now. Keeps ‘em nice and docile on the day before the full moon.”“Fuck you, you fucking creep!” Aidan snapped, clenching his fists at his sides ‘til his knuckles went white.Immediately, he realized that had been the wrong thing to say, because a sadistic grin lit up Hackett’s face as he moved back from the bars, cock twitching against his uniform leg.“Fuck me? Why, I can arrange that, sir .” he purred, turning a key in the cell's lock and cracking the door. “Thank you for your enthusiastic suggestion.”Aidan’s eyes widened in panic and he crushed his legs as tightly closed as possible, but it was useless. Hackett shut the grate behind him, closing the distance between them with two long strides: quick as a predator circling for the kill.Before Aidan could react further, the older man reached out and slapped him in the face hard, dazing him.“Now I’ve had enough of the disrespect, so we can do this my way, or the hard way,” Hackett said, “Do you understand?”“…yes”Another open-palmed blow connected, this time on the left side.“Yes, what ?”Tears began to roll unbidden down Aidan’s cheeks and fear coiled in his gut, a cold pit that doused the sparks of his anger and left him trembling helplessly.“Yes, sir .”Travis cupped Aidan’s chin in his hand, his slender fingers promising to leave bruises along counselor’s jaw. Captive and not daring to move a muscle, he trembled as the officer continued fondling himself inches from his upturned face. For looking like such a nerd, the guy was fucking huge . God, he must have been at least seven inches -and so thick- with a noticeable vein winding base to tip…“There’s a good boy,” Travis rasped when he caught Aidan staring, “You’ve certainly got a gorgeous little mouth, but since you’ve already threatened to bite my dick off once, I won’t press my luck. Not tonight.”The counselor whimpered as Hackett’s callused thumb traced light circles on his cheek and over his lips.“But no matter, you sure did work yourself open nicely earlier,” he leered, “And came, too, so I bet that tight pussy will be accommodating.”Aidan blanched and pressed his legs together all the harder, knowing he could only delay the inevitable for so long.“Please, I’ll—“Another smack, this time to Aidan’s outer thigh.“SIR! Please, sir!” the boy yelped, wincing, “I’ll do anything but that, please !”“You’re in no position to bargain, you pathetic fucking slut . This is the ‘anything’ you’ll be doing.”Sheriff Hackett slapped the head of his cock against Aidan’s abused cheek, smearing pre-cum over the reddening skin. He leant in close, gripping the counselor’s throat in one large hand and crushing his mouth to Aidan’s so quickly he could barely register it, let alone protest when the tyrant forced his tongue between parted lips. The officer’s skin smelt of oak and earth, with a worrying hint of iron. He explored the vulnerable heat of his mouth for a few lingering seconds as Aidan sobbed in fear beneath him, before pulling back and tonguing a wet stripe across his prey’s face from cheek to jawline, savoring the salty tears collected in its path. Moving up to nip at the counselor’s silver piercings, he growled into his ear.“Don’t you dare speak again unless spoken to, and don’t touch yourself. My brother may hold you counselors in high regard; but this is my station, and you will obey my command. You’re lucky I let you get away with this much,” he continued, applying slight pressure to Aidan’s throat, “I should have bent your faggot ass over the hood of your friend’s car and made him watch the first night you two disobeyed me in the woods.”Aidan was mortified. His body was wracked with silent cries as he thought of Max, not ten feet away. He wished he would wake up and transform early; tear this fucking pig limb from limb once and for all. Instead, his friend slumbered on, sedated and oblivious to his plight. The terrified man squirmed under the onslaught of sensations, mind growing hazy and euphoric as his airway was restricted. Unfortunately, his body betrayed him, and a familiar ache resurged in his core as his bare cunt was rubbed and prodded by the springs under the thin cloth of the mattress.Hackett registered the expression on the counselor’s face with perverse triumph.“Look at that; you can’t even help it can you?” the sheriff mocked, snaking his free right hand down Aidan’s front.“Imprisoned for a month, best friend is a werewolf, both your virtue and your life at stake…” he sighed with a twisted sort of wonder, “...and yet your wet little cunt is just waiting to be stuffed full.” With this, Travis forced two fingers between the counselor’s cum-slicked thighs, brushing against the head of his dick and causing Aidan to rut involuntarily.“Yeah, that’s it, you know you want it.” he leered, working the digits slowly over Aidan’s cock as his grip on his throat tightened suddenly, “Let me in.”The counselor’s face colored in shame as he complied, lungs burning as he gasped for air and let his thighs fall open. His pussy contracted, still soaked from his earlier orgasm and achingly empty.Even worse was that Hackett noticed, smirking as he relinquished his grip and knelt between the man’s knees. Travis pawed at Aidan’s inner thighs and pushed them further apart, staring hungrily as his victim’s dick throbbed and cunt drooled, the scratchy blanket below already soaked through.Aidan yelped as the bastard buried his face in his exposed crotch, mouth latching onto his cock and immediately sucking him off like it was his job. Sheriff Hackett bobbed up and down, tongue swirling over Aidan’s sensitive head and slipping beneath his foreskin, fingers bruising his thighs. He worked at a punishing pace, chin soaked with fluid and hot breaths puffing against Aidan’s skin. At this rate, it wasn’t long before Aidan wailed and came again, hips lifting as he involuntarily fucked Travis’ greedy mouth, cum trickling down the officer’s chin and staining his black shirt collar even darker.His tormentor sucked his throbbing dick unrelentingly, past even the waves of his second orgasm, then pressed slender fingers into Aidan to coax three-four-five more orgasms from the helpless man, who keened and clenched down so hard that the sheriff could barely extricate himself.Taking advantage of Aidan’s slack jaw and vulnerable mouth, Sheriff Hackett pushed those same cum-soaked fingers past his lips and chuckled as they brushed the back of the young man’s throat, eliciting a mix of a gag and a whine.“See, there we go,” he hummed, pumping the digits in and out, “Open all the way up for me, you whore. I’ll break you in yet."Aidan whimpered again, tasting himself on someone else’s hand for the very first time as the fingers slid over his tongue, aftershocks still wracking him to his core.Hackett withdrew from Aidan’s mouth and the counselor watched bleary-eyed and breathless as the sheriff used his spit to coat his member and freed his balls from the confines of his briefs. Massaging himself to full erection again, Travis caught Aidan off guard by pushing him flat on his back and pinning his knees to his shoulders in one swift movement.“Now,” the sheriff snarled, lining his cock up with Aidan’s dripping hole, “take it like a man.”Hackett clapped a hand over Aidan’s mouth, muffling his scream as he forced his way into the wet heat of the counselor’s body. Aidan thrashed and wailed as the sheriff buried himself, inch by torturous inch, in his cunt. He felt like he was being split in two, he was gonna pass out. Right as static began to form at the edges of his vision, Travis slowed, bottoming out inside him with a hiss. But he didn’t stop completely, rocking his hips so his balls pressed against Aidan’s tight pink asshole and every small movement made an audible squelch.The officer ran his left hand through his receding hairline with a satisfied groan, cheeks flushed and sweat beading on his brow.“Fuuuck, there’s a good boy,” he breathed, “Anyone ever told you you’ve got a cunt like a vise?”Aidan sobbed uncontrollably, eyelids fluttering and lean chest heaving with the effort of breathing through the tears as his mouth was still firmly covered. His pussy ached from the invasion as every muscle in his body tried to force the intruder out, but each contraction just drew Hackett in that much further, the cop’s dick twitching deep in his guts. Travis finally had him right where he wanted him, and Aidan knew he wasn’t bluffing about breaking him. Maybe if he’d been more cooperative, more docile; he thought. Maybe then he’d have been spared this indignity.But Sheriff Travis Hackett had barely begun, the counselor realized as he was broken out of his reflection by the low growl of his rapist’s voice and a crushing pressure on his cheekbones.“I said look at me, you dumb little cocksleeve.” The officer wrenched Aidan’s head forward, forcing him to meet his gaze.“We’re just getting started, you hear me?” he confirmed aloud, “Struggle all you want, young man, but there’s no escaping this.” The sheriff punctuated his statement with a surprise thrust, gripping Aidan’s hip tight and ramming into his cervix so hard that for a moment he thought he was going to vomit, entire body shaking with pain. The counselor nodded weakly, still staring into Hackett’s dark brown eyes, terrified to look away as the older man leant down in what Aidan thought was going to be a kiss. Rather, he kept his prey gagged as parted lips grazed along Aidan’s neck, hot breaths prickling at the vulnerable flesh. The officer fucked into Aidan forcefully, cockhead pummeling his insides, before biting down on his throat.Aidan couldn’t help the stifled moan of surprise that escaped him as Travis suckled and lapped at the tender skin between his teeth, his t-dick hardening again almost immediately despite everything. The officer grunted and released his hand from the boy’s face just to wrap it around his neck again, thumb stroking the side of Aidan’s throat to the rhythm of each thrust as he squeezed. The counselor squirmed beneath the assault, able only to lock his hands behind his knees and whine pitifully as Hackett’s thick cock distended his abused pussy, burning him from the inside out like molten glass and battering at his womb. Tears spilled down Aidan’s cheeks anew when the cop’s mouth broke free from his neck with a wet pop, captor examining proudly the purpling hickey -wreathed by tooth marks- that stained his conquest’s ivory flesh. Without a word, he added his right hand to the one already at Aidan’s throat, forcing the boy’s mouth open further as he gasped for air. Hackett sealed his mouth over the counselor’s, less interested in a proper kiss than violating every hole available to him, white-hot tongue slipping back and forth against Aidan’s as he deprived him further of breath.Aidan began to feel that tell-tale ache in his chest again as his vision darkened and he struggled involuntarily, his lizard-brain’s basic instincts screaming to his nervous system that it needed oxygen. He started to panic, choking on the tongue blocking his airway and scrabbling at Travis’ uniform shirt. This only excited the older man further, who moaned deeply and continued to tongue-fuck his helpless mouth while ramming into him. Just as Aidan thought he would pass out; Sheriff Hackett released his mouth and relaxed his hands. Aidan’s chest heaved as he regained his breath, only to have it torn from him again suddenly when the officer caught his dick in hand and began jerking him off, synced perfectly with the brutal pace he was still maintaining with his hips.“Fuck yeah,” the cop panted, pressing their sweaty foreheads together as Aidan’s walls bore down on him. “You love getting jerked off like this, don’t you, you little faggot?” he grinned, “Who knew; all I had to do to finally shut you up was stuff you full and play with your cock.”Aidan cried under his ministrations, nodding wordlessly as he felt yet another surge building in the pit of his stomach. Hackett slowed, groin flush with Aidan’s hole as he ground into him, lazily fondling him.The counselor couldn’t help the frantic whine that slipped from him; he’d been so close just then. Why hadn’t Sheriff Hackett finished yet? He was like, 50 fucking years old. He'd already gotten what he wanted, so why the fuck was he drawing this out so long?“Oh?” Hackett chuckled, reading the frustration in Aidan’s face, “You want to cum again?”A few seconds passed by, and Travis stilled completely before Aidan realized he was meant to answer.“...yes, Sir…” he breathed shamefully, mindlessly wiggling his hips to try and get some friction, any friction against his bruised pussy and t-dick.“Beg.” Sheriff Hackett commanded, lip curling as he pulled his hand away from Aidan’s body.“P-please, Sir!” Aidan cried.“Try again.”“Please, Sir, fuck me!” he begged piteously.“Now that’s more like it.”The officer didn’t hesitate to resume his vicious pace, shifting slightly so each thrust speared Aidan’s g-spot as he played with his prey’s little cock.Aidan knew he wouldn’t last long like this and threw his hands out to either side to try and get some purchase, steady himself with fistfuls of the blanket as the cop fucked him into the mattress. His whole pelvis ached, and he didn’t even want to think about the pain he’d be in tomorrow, or how he’d explain the bitemark to Max if he saw it. His toes curled and his breath hitched, and he keened as the head of Travis’ dick brushed that spot inside him over and over, a familiar tingle spreading its way through him.Sheriff Hackett took control as Aidan’s muscles tightened down on his length, pulling out at the last second and pushing the counselor’s legs back further. Before he had a chance to fully register the absence, the officer forced as much of his cock into Aidan’s virgin asshole as he could, making him scream in pain.“Next time you feel like fighting me, remember that I won’t hesitate to do this again.” Hackett panted, landing a couple hard smacks directly on Aidan’s neglected dick, “You’re all mine now, you hear me? You’re just a set of holes for me to cram full of dick; my own personal fleshlight.”Aidan just twisted his fists in the sheets and writhed, trying to get away from the agonizing pain. He sobbed as the waves of his interrupted climax subsided, unrealized.Relishing his victim's hiccuping cries, the officer rocked shallowly, jerking himself off with the unyielding ring of muscle while still abusing the poor boy’s dick. Four, five, six pumps later and Sheriff Hackett finally emptied his balls in Aidan, painting his insides with hot seed and wiping the sweat from his brow as he softened inside the young man. A trail of cum followed as he withdrew, oozing from the ruined hole and staining the already-soaked blanket. He gave Aidan’s cunt one final smack with his rough hands before washing up at the cell sink and tucking himself back into his slacks. Aidan just winced and turned on his side, shivering at the sudden loss of body heat.“Best get some rest,” Sheriff Hackett smirked, “full moon’s tomorrow.”With that, he locked the iron door and left.It was all Aidan could do to peel back one side of the wool blanket to huddle under, too exhausted even to cry again. A hollow void seemed to open in his chest, engulfing all his previous hopes and careful optimism in darkness as his eyelids fluttered closed and he relented to the unconsciousness of sleep.