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TWENTY-SEVEN

Alderney State Penitentiary,

Dear Amethyst,

I will never get tired of hearing your sleepy, sultry voice. Before I die, I will have you wake up in my arms. Once I savor you with all five of my senses, I will know that everything I suffered was worthwhile, because I wouldn’t have otherwise enjoyed this moment of bliss.

The clip of you in the cream camisole will forever be seared in my mind. Your luscious breasts and beautiful pink pussy are but snippets of a portrait of perfection. May I see a complete nude?

I can’t tell you in writing how I smuggled in a penis molding kit. Let’s just say the guards only get to read my incoming mail. The volume of correspondence I receive is too vast for them to scrutinize every piece.

Your letter is the only one that makes my heart skip. Everyone else’s goes into a pile that I donate to other prisoners.

The offer my father made that he would come to regret is a long story, involving corruption and conspiracies that stretch across the higher echelons of society. After sharing this information, you will never look at men in power the same way .

It involves children being forced to commit the most heinous acts of depravity. Are you sure you want to be burdened? If the wrong people knew you had this information, they would stop at nothing to ensure your silence.

Let me know how you wish to proceed. I will deny you nothing, but you must know that obtaining this information comes with risks.

Xero

P.S. How is your memory, now that you’ve stopped taking the medication?