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The Prisoner - Part Five

This is just my long February story. There will always be one long composition each month on my Patreon.

I'm offering part five for free. Sure, parts two, three, and four require a paid subscription. (As will parts six, seven, and potentially eight).

But access to part five... maybe it will entice more to sign up for a paid subscription! I appreciate everyone who has. And I will keep providing content!

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A knock on his door turned his mind away. Was he supposed to speak? To tell them to enter? Or were they going to enter anyway?

Without a peep from Marius, the door opened. He heard two voices, his lawyer and a man he didn't know. The man said, "He was brought here last night. He's only been here for six hours, so he probably didn't get much sleep."

She said, "Okay, thank you. I'll take it from here."

He heard her heels clicking on the floor. It was a much more welcome sound on this wooden floor than it was on the cement floor of his prison cell. He couldn't see her over his belly. But she emerged to the side of his eclipsed view, and he finally felt a semblance of relief from his situation... seeing a kind, familiar face.

She looked sympathetic and said, "Oh, Marius. There was no precedent for this. Not guilty, means NOT guilty. You should have been free to go home."

By this point, he had realized why his freedom was ambiguous. He was guilty of being fat. He was sent to this place, not because he was guilty of murder... he was guilty of obesity. And it was the first time a jury of his peers could punish him, solely for his size, under the guise of justice.

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The crane and it's crew lifted his morbidly obese body through the opening in his wall and he was placed on his bariatric bed. For the first time in weeks, he finally felt a hint of calm. He was home. All these workers were finally leaving. He didn't even want to think of the videos that were taken of him, or what would be news worthy. All he could think about was Beth. She said that she wanted to be his caregiver, but she was nowhere to be found.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and just felt the satisfaction of finally being home.

Suddenly he heard her voice. It was aggressive. She was angry. He heard her yelling at the neighbors, "Don't you all have anything better to do?! Go away and leave him alone!"

Then he heard the doors open and close, and her heels on the floor approaching him... it was such a welcome sound.

He struggled to look her way, the fat of his nonexistent neck and significantly fat breasts prevented the subtlety of such a glance. She hadn't greeted him yet. Instead, it was HER directing the construction crews to repair the hole in the wall from the bay window. They insisted that they couldn't do the repair that day. So they put up contractor plastic over the exposed opening.

Marius just lay there... watching her fight for his privacy and dignity. He wanted to smile, but he was still nervous. Beth approached his bedside as the construction workers put up the black plastic and secured it as a temporary solution towards repairing his wall.

She had that wonderful smile that had aroused him days ago. Approaching his bed, she leaned down towards his face, her dainty hand resting on his belly to support her as she kissed him. He was even more paralyzed with mental fear. A kiss from a beautiful woman? This was real, right?

All the neighbors, the construction crews, and the medical crews had left. He was finally alone in his home. Beth had done was she set out to do: to get him home and taken care of. But, he was still lumbered with fear. Was she really going to stay?

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It was the day of the trial. Marius' lawyer was ready. And she was confident.

That morning, a few hours before his court appearance, she arrived at his cell with the new clothes.

Marius felt the cloth of the dress pants and the button down shirt and tie. Each piece of clothing was big enough to be a blanket for a normal sized person. He said, "Thank you for bringing these. And for purchasing them. I... I can't get dressed on my own though."

She sighed and said, "I'll help you. We have less than an hour now. We need to get you dressed for court before the bailiff comes to escort you."

All Marius could do was blush. No prison employee was going to help dress him. They treated him as an object and not a person, nevermind, a man.

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The bars of the cell clinked.

It was 16x16 feet in size. There was no privacy - just four walls of bars of metal, exposing everything in the cell... which contained a morbidly obese man, serving time for murder.

He lay in a gigantic custom bed. He was separated from the general population due to his immobility.

A young woman, a lawyer, dressed in a skin-tight skirt suit walked into the cell. The door clinked closed behind her.

The obese man spoke, mumbled by the fat of his face, "are you my new representative?"

She looked around the cell for a chair, and saw nothing, so she walked closer to his bed in trepidation. She replied, "Yes, I'm here to work on your appeal. I've read the documentation and am familiar with your case, but could you tell me what happened in your own words?"

He looked uncomfortable. If he wasn't too fat to move, he would have been squirming in his bed at the idea of re-living what got him imprisoned in the first place.

He looked away from her, basically staring into space. Then he said with an anxious warble to his voice, "it was an accident. Involuntary manslaughter at best. But they charged me for murder. I... I don't belong here."

She replied, trying to ease his obvious anxiety, "that's why I was sent here. I'll do everything I can to help."

A long sigh escaped from him. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking of where to begin. Then he spoke, "They were taunting me. I... I don't often leave my house. And I wish I hadn't that night."

She was still standing, and kept adjusting her stance due to the 3in heels she wore. He noticed and said, "let's try to get you a chair..." As he pointed to the guard outside the cell. Her heels clicked across the cold concrete floor and she said to the guard, "would you be able to get me a chair so I can converse with my client?"

The guard grunted in a combination of annoyance and affirmation, then grabbed a chair from the opposite wall. He opened the cell and practically threw the small metal folding chair in, then the bars clanged shut again.

She set the chair up next to the bed of her client, got out her notepad and pen, then said, "so, tell me what happened that night."

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