Chapter Two

Journal Entry: Today, Kirk gave me this personal journal. He told me it's essential that I started keeping tabs of the prisoners I meet. Since he was the first person introduced to me, I suppose it only makes sense for him to be my first journal entry.

Kirk is slightly taller than me, standing at roughly five eight and a half and has a nice and slim build. He has black curly hair with a faded haircut, expressive dark brown eyes, long bushy eyebrows, a perfect caramel skin complexion, and has no facial hair. He also wears an orange jumpsuit with black steel toed boots.

He's had quite a personality when we first crossed paths. Since we first met, his personality has only been two things; sleepy and bored. As if he hates every person that he encounters.However, judging from the number of prisoners who greeted him during my tour Kirk must be a well-loved guy, a side I have yet to see. I still don't know why I'm serving my sentence. Maybe Kirk will give me the answers needed to get out of here.

"Newbie! Hey, newbie wake up! It's me, Dakota." I lazily open my eyes seeing two pair of bright green ones staring into mine. "You must have had one hell of a night newbie, my soon to be boyfriend brought you back this morning. So lucky of you! Next time I'm going to pretend to be unconscious so that he will carry me instead! So that I can steal a kiss from those perfectly pink lips!" My eyes opened wider when I realized how close Dakota was to my face. In reaction to him being too close for comfort, I shoved him onto the floor.

A loud thump could be heard. "Ow! Totally Rude!" He said as he fixed himself to relax on his knees. Curiously, he tilted his head at me. " Do you even remember anything that happened last night? Like anything at all? If it weren't for my Kirky, you would have been the property of Jacan, and once you get claimed by him, there's no turning back." I sat up softly grabbing the side of my throbbing head. "A Hangover huh? With the number of glasses you had, I am not surprised."

My eyes closed as tight as they possibly could as I tried to remember the events that took place last night. Not surprisingly, the first thing I remembered was when I was first exposed to this place. Kirk took me over to my cell, I met one of my new roommates, and then everything else is just a blur. Reopening my eyes, I looked over to Dakota who was tightly hugging his knees. "Did you happen to go with me, by chance Dakota?"

"I sure did! Hayden, Parker, and I all tagged along with you. Kirky had asked us to show you around the place after his little nosebleed incident. You seemed the most interested in the bar room out of everything else that we had shown you. What were you trying to accomplish by going there exactly?"

Two more boys walked in the room standing on both sides of Dakota. "Jacan was this close to getting his hands on you. You have to be more careful out there; otherwise, you may end up in someone else cell chained up to a bed with nothing but a towel covering you. By the way, my name is Hayden."

"And I am Parker. You just met little ole Dakota a few moments ago. We are your cellmates. There's plenty of rules that we need to go over, but you have just woken up so I will give you some time to get your wits about yourself. I promise that the rules aren't too harsh. When I am finished explaining you should go get your uniform on. You first day work duty starts in thirty."

"Work duty?" I questioned.

Parker nodded his head, "that's right; work duty is part of what we do around here. Every prisoner has to contribute something to keep this system going otherwise it fall to complete and utter chaos. Hope you're a good cook cause those boys need their food and they it fast."

I tossed the comforter off of my body observing that I wasn't in my original outfit from that I had worn yesterday. Instead, I was in some unfamiliar blue pajamas. "Oh yeah, Dakota and I decided to help you out of your clothes due to vomit spewing from your mouth.A nice warm bath right before bed always helps rejuvenates the body."

"YOU PERVS STRIPPED ME NAKED AND BATHED ME LIKE SOME KID YOU WERE BABYSITTING?!"Both just nodded their heads in unison sharing the same off putting grin.

Thirty minutes later just like Parker said, it was time for work duty. All four of us left at once along with our neighboring cells towards the cafeteria. Thanks to my brilliant idea of spending the evening in the bar getting blasted, I don't even know what this cafeteria looks like. Parker explained how these lunch hours operated, and they didn't sound easy let alone fair for that matter.

We have an additional thirty minutes for prepping before anything else starts. Once prep is over, there are five groups who are all responsible for one specific duty. First, you have the dishwashers are the ones who continuously take care of the dishes swarming that pile up at a insanely fast rate. Parker then told me that despite how perfect this prison may have seemed it had some its minor flaws. Like not having enough plates for some reason for example, a fact that made no sense to me!

Second, are the cooks of the cafeteria, and that's pretty self-explanatory as is. Unfortunately, that was the position I was given out of the five. The only thing I have had ever cooked in my entire life was an lowly egg. How was I going to please thousands of hungry boys with just a simple boiled egg? Am I suppose to toss a bit of pepper on it to give it a some unique flavor? Hopefully, the others will cut me some slack for my lack of cooking skills.

Third, are decorators, these people are in charge of putting all of the finishing touches on the meals. According to Hayden, we need to treat these boys each day as if it's their last day on earth. There were so many questions that needed asking. However, it is probably best if my mouth stayed remained shut. Part of me just wanted to find the warden and demand that he release me from this place. I didn't give a damn about any of this. That all seems very futile with the amount of respect he seem to have from the rest of his prisoners.

Fourth are the servers, Dakota works in this area. He tells me that he only does it cause he gets to tease Kirk with the server's special outfit. Server's outfit consist of two things; a white apron and sheer pink underwear with black writing, 'TMH' meaning take me home. The purpose of this was quite literally done in the hopes that someone would take them.If so chosen servers could be taken away from their duty for seven minutes at a time only.

Fifth and finally, the fifth group were the dancers who provided steamy entertainment for the entire cafeteria. Parker was the primary leadership and had the role of being the choreographer for the dancing group. It's a bit worse than being a server since you have a whole bunch people groping you with their unsanitary hands feeling all over your body from top to bottom. The Dancers outfits were far worse than the servers by a considerable margin. They don't have aprons to use for covering, which meant all of their top half of skin was completely exposed. Body paint of choice was applied along with the face is preferred. The dancers got to choose the color of their body paint and matching face paint color. Leather and gold body harnesses with silver glitter sequined outlining had three central silver letters. On the back side of the undergarments, the letters 'TMBB' which stood for take me big boy.

I was struggling to distinguish whether this was against their will or was this something they actually thoroughly enjoyed.

We reached our journey's end; everyone stood in front of solid enormous red doors waiting for entry. These abnormal door sizes made me question one thing. Just who exactly was tall to need doors of this size?! More importantly, why was someone like Kirk even able to push a door this big with next to no effort?! He wasn't exactly the most muscular looking guy in here. I'm extremely confident that even a massive bodybuilder would require some help getting this door open.

From behind locks could be heard unlocking. AS KIRK OPENED THE DOOR, THE SOUND OF THE TUMBLERS UNLOCKING COULD BE HEARD. "You probably don't remember this place, but this is the cafeteria. If I am correct, this is the third biggest area with a safety rate of only six. Don't pay that no mind though because you are a cook, you will be safe in the kitchen." Dakota said with a grin, "did Kirky happen to mention me at all during your tour by any chance?"

"No, he was quite focused on only showing me around. But I do have a question about Kirk if you don't mind me asking you something." The doors opened allowing us entry.

Dakota's eyes glistened with excitement, "I'll be happy answering anything about to do with Kirky for you! Go ahead and ask away!"

"What exactly is Kirk's position with in this prison? He seems to be highly respected around here, so he must be something of significance to his peers."

"In this prison, we have a hierarchy system. King Alexander, Queen Charley, Prince Sam, and Duke Kirk. These four acquired those special ranks by being here before everyone else. Trust me, they take role-playing way too far in this prison, but it keeps most of the prisoners in check if there's someone here to lead them. The funny thing is, you would never know about what Kirk's position here is unless you found out from someone or himself. He doesn't seem to be all that worried about his title and treats everyone with an equal amount of care. Kirk may seem like a hardass, but he's the nicest out of the four once you get to know him a bit more."

Ah, it made sense now why everyone looked up to him. Unfortunately, Kirk didn't give me that same impression when we first met. He felt more disgusted towards me than anything else. Sure he gave me an extra pair of clothes, but that seemed to me like he was just doing his job. What exactly did Dakota see in him anyway? He did say he had another side to him I suppose.

Everyone was making their way inside. Dakota instead took some time to show me more of the place to help me get a better understanding of my work station. "736564!" I heard a familiar voice call out. Judging by his choice of calling me a bunch of random numbers it was abundantly clear that it was Kirk who was calling me. "I see you're finally up from your episode. Your cellmates have you listed down as the cook. Can you even cook anything above an egg?" He asked.

I turned towards him seeing that he had a clipboard in his hands. "No, I can't. do the prisoners like hard boiled eggs by any chance?"

Kirk raised his eyes from the clipboard to meet with mine. "I like that idea. Never recall anyone making that in the past few years. Would you care to give me a sample by any chance?"

"Sure, if Dakota can only give me the rundown on everything I'll be happy too."

Kirk's brows furrowed with confusion. "Dakota? He's not even here." He said to me. I turned around only to see that he just kind of vanished. Most likely a reaction to hearing his crush's voice from within the crowd of people. "Come on, and I'll show you where you can make me a boiled egg! I am excited to try this you know! It's been forever since my tastebuds have gotten the fortune of tasting an egg. All I eat are grapes, crackers, and the occasional meat portion, and I drink lots of water. Sounds really unhealthy obviously, but honestly, what do I have to lose?" He says with a subtle chuckle.

'What honestly, do I have to lose?' What did he mean by that? Crackers, grapes, small meat portions, and some water wasn't something I would call healthy eating. Then he said it'd been forever since he last tasted an egg. How long was has Kirk been here exactly?

Asking a question like that would probably get a nasty response out of him. When Dakota decides to reappear again, I'll have to ask him.

Since Dakota had disappeared, Kirk made it his responsibility to show me around the kitchen. The cafeteria was a humongous place filled with ten extremely long tables each reaching from one side of this place to the other. "Each table is equipped with 500 stools. That's right you mathematical genius! There are 5,000 prisoners who need feeding! Once the first group is finished, there are two more sets of them right after. Luckily, you'll be long gone as because this is your only shift."

Kirk pushed open the second to last door for me. There were four red doors all separated from one another. I assume this was where all of the cooks were located at. Inside were multiple stoves, toasters, utensils, microwaves, pretty much everything that you could need was all right here in this spot. "Every prisoner has a preferred meal choice. It rarely changes because well people enjoy their favorite foods — burgers, pizzas, hot dogs, ice cream, and so on. For example, I will normally want my favorite meal which you should already know from earlier. However, since you specialize in making hard boiled eggs, I'm willing to give it a shot."

He grabbed a small pot from a rack and handed it to me. I took it, filled it with an appropriate amount of water, and placed it on one of the stove tops. "Kirky...." I heard Dakota's voice from over by the door.

Kirk's eyes immediately darted away from Dakota's general direction using both of his hands to cover his nose. "God damn it fruitcake!" I lifted my head only to see Dakota who was only wearing his pink underwear walking seductively towards Kirk. "Put that sexy work ou— I MEAN PUT YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES BACK ON!"

"Oh! So you do love me in my work outfit! Hehe! I always knew you did! you can't deny that you love me anymore Kirk. Let me swallow you whole..." Kirk slowly backed away as Dakota advanced quickly at a quick pace. He was practically sprinting with his hands out towards his crush. taking a sprint towards his crush. Next thing I knew, they were running all over the place as Kirk still with both hands covering his nose that was dripping a blood trail on the tiled floor desperately was trying to outrun Dakota.

You know, their relationship is cute and I ship it hard.

Eventually, Dakota gave up on chasing Kirk and returned to his post begrudgingly. With only a little bit of time left, me and Kirk sat down at a table facing one another. He has really large pupils. Its too bad he always has that same bored look on his face. I bet he would be really cute if he expressed more emotion with his eyes. The boiled egg was finished, and I was waiting for him to try it. "It's so exotic!" Kirk said poking at the egg softly with his fork.

"It's just an egg with pepper..." I said as I tried to understand why he was so impressed with my basic cooking.

He stabbed it, and with one quick bite, he was already chewing slowly being sure to savor its flavor I guess. After watching his fantastic jawline move around for a few seconds, he swallowed. His sleepy eyes then looked towards me with a more alert expression. "That was...." Oh no, he's gonna say that was the worst thing he's ever stomached. "THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER TASTED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!"

It's just an fucking egg with pepper it couldn't have been that good!

"Everyone needs to try this right now! The guys are going to flip when they find out there's a new addition to the menu!" While he's over here fangirling over my hard boiled egg, FANGIRLING OVER MY HARD BOILED EGGS, I can't help find myself feeling flabbergasted that he was capable of changing his facial expressions!

However, that wasn't important right now. Since it's just him and me, I needed a few questions answered immediately before the lunch rush showed up.

"Hey Kirk," I called out to him making him return to his normal sleepy facial expression. "I got a few questions I need a few certain questions answered from you if you don't mind?"

He pushed his plate to the side and nodded his head. "This prison. where is it exactly on the map. I have never seen or heard of this place before in my entire life."

"This isn't a prison on earth. Might sound a bit crazy to you but we are in a whole other dimension." My eyebrows furrowed in confusion urging for him to continue with his explanation with further detail. "This is one of the four prison islands within this dimension. Each representing a DIFFERENT letter in the LGBT acronym. Where you are currently is known as the gay prison island where every prisoner in here is gay. And yes, before you ask that includes me."

"And what did I do to be thrown on a gay prison island?"

"Well like everyone else her, Being gay of course. It took me a few days to figure this out and admit this truth to myself after being here. I've also got the scoop from the warden himself during one of his business calls to confirm my answer. You see, the average gay person realizes their sexuality when they reach adolescence, which is typically around the ages of 13 to 17 years old. Once they come to the realization of their sexual preferences they are then immediately teleported here to serve an eternal sentence in this prison. In the Bible, having a loving relationship with the same sex is forbidden. So, it's frowned upon by a vast majority of the world's population. Since most people are unwilling to think for themselves, they let a book dictate to them what is right and wrong. It is easier for their tiny minds to handle if they are told what to think instead of using common sense. Although this reality is disheartening, perhaps it is for the better that they are told what to think instead of allowing for their stupidity to get them in serious trouble." Wow, I thought to myself. That was the wisest and most savage statement I have ever heard anyone say. Being away from the world must have given him plenty of opportunity from many point of views. I can't help but feel impressed by his eloquency when describing this situation to me.

Kirk then continued, "We have a hierarchy system that we have to go by in order to keep a place like this in check. Each floating island has five original prisoners that were here before everyon

Taking all this in at once was hard for me to stomach. The realization of the situation made my stomach churn uncomfortably, and my eyes were so watery that I could barely see who was sitting in front of me anymore But somehow, through his unique point of view I was able to find some comfort and a slight level of understanding. "I know how you feel. The fact that the world is so willing to move on without ever really knowing what happened to you. My parents.... are forever not knowing that their son was kidnapped unwillingly. I imagine at some point they decided to move on and not give much thought about me anymore I didn't really want to tell you all of this, but either way, you were bound to discover this information sooner or later. Once you have been in here as long as me, you will learn to move on eventually." What comfort I had from his words that he said earlier, were short lived. After watching Kirk fight back a tear in his eye. Tears began dropping on the table. I was sobbing quietly in hopes that no one else would notice.

My friends will forever never not know what happened to me. So, my parents, the bastards that they are, will get their sweet satisfaction from thinking, 'Zach is dead!' I didn't ask God himself to be fucking gay! I was simply ejected into my mom as a sperm cell unwillingly beat the rest of the fertilization competition and then came out nine months later. I can't predict nor can I change who I am. I was born this way. Why is that so hard for people to understand!

Kirk then stood up from the stool picking up his plate. "I'll take over for you for the rest of today, go get some well deserved rest okay? Thanks for the egg ͏by the way, I thoroughly enjoyed it." With that, he walked away from the table heading towards the door.

"Oh and Kirk?" He stopped and slightly turned his head towards me. "Thanks for saving me from Jacan. I heard he was a pretty bad guy."

"Don't mention it." Was all head he had said before continuing to walk down the aisle.

With his permission, I returned to my cell for some alone time. Hayden, Dakota, and Parker were okay with me leaving as they had my problem once upon a time and sympathized with me. Laying down on my bed I grabbed my journal preparing to write in it. With a sip of water, I clicked the pen pressing it against the paper.

Journal Entry: Kirk told me about why I was here today. It seems that being gay is a sin even in other dimensions. He also said to me that there was a prisoner who had managed to almost escape from this place. Seems like he's still alive so if I can manage to locate this escape artist I will need to do some good convincing for him to help me find a way out of this place.

Dakota, or 367876 which was his original number, was the second official inmate I met since being here. He's my height which is five feet seven inches tall and is also very skinny. Dakota has semi-long brown hair that hangs over his green eyes. He sports long slim eyebrows with no other type of facial hair to be seen and has a pretty pale skin complexion compared to me at least. Dakota wears a teal jumpsuit with black steel toed boots.

Dakota is a very loving person, too much so since he seems to exhibit a lack of no regard for personal space. I uncomfortably found this out first hand when he was extremely close to my face on my second day of being here. It seems that Dakota also really has the hots for and is obsessed with Kirk. He seems to have no problem with stripping in front of him knowing that Kirk will instantly get a nosebleed from hearing - let alone seeing him. Surprisingly, Dakota even told Kirk that he has no problems reservations with swallowing his member whole. This also indicates that Kirk is probably one of the few inmates without a partner. Dakota may fill that role soon, however if he would stop being so creepy.