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The Saturnalia Effect

By: Heidi Belleau | Other books by Heidi Belleau
      Violetta Vane | Other books by Violetta Vane
Published By: Storm Moon Press
Published: Dec 20, 2011
ISBN # 9781937058401
Word Count: 20,358
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Available in: Epub, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket (.mobi), Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)

Categories: Romance>GLBT>Gay Romance>Contemporary Romance>Short Stories

Troy Khoury is serving a life sentence in Westgate prison for a robbery gone wrong. He just wants to keep his head down and do his time, but he runs afoul of an old-timer named Franchetti. Franchetti offers Troy a simple choice: kill fellow inmate Daniel Amato by Christmas in exchange for protection, or be tortured and raped to death by Franchetti's heavy, Pliers. Troy's no killer, though, and Daniel is as gentle and calm as can be. But a prison is a small place, and time is running out. Troy must decide how much he's willing to sacrifice before the choice is taken from him.
Reader Rating:  starstarstarstar (5 Ratings)
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Editorial Reviews:
From Sarah at Dear Author
This story is fabulous, I'm so thrilled I found it, and I can't wait for more from this pair of authors.... The writing is brilliant, gripping. The characters are engrossing. My literary self both loved the implications of the way the ending was done, but had also enjoyed the story and characters...
From Kassa at 3AM Reviews
Once again SMP has delivered a great edgy story that you won't want to put down. It's very well written, edgy, and interesting from beginning to end. The subtle metaphors throughout blend well with the use of D/s, which is not only fitting but also expected in a story like this.
From Pants Off Reviews
"[T]his unusual and deeply intense story is worth being read.... This is a book you will think about, and I guess the authors have done their job.
From Between The Covers
I was on the edge of my seat as the events unfolded.... The rawness and darkness are what make the tale so enthralling and beautiful in its bleakness.... [I]n line with the movie Shawshank Redemption, not all bad guys are that bad and not all good guys (aka, the guards) are that good....
Westgate was an old prison, crumbling at the seams. The hallways were narrow and twisted and full of dark corners. Corners where anything could (and did) happen, unchecked and unseen, and especially to guys like Troy. So Troy kept his head down, hands in his pockets, and his eyes worked overtime as he edged down the hallway.

Daniel Amato had a cell on the honor block. Twelfth on the right. Troy could only dream of a cell. He'd literally dreamed of having his very own cell just last week, only to be jarred awake in his dormitory bed by Crazy Larry puking and shrieking the next row over. Every night, Troy went to bed fully clothed with his shoes on, so he could run fast for the guard station at the other end of The Pool when shit went down.

Ten, eleven, twelve. A cramped cell like the rest. Nice crocheted Afghans on both bunks. Pictures all over the walls—mostly what looked like cut-outs from nature magazines. Some religious stuff. No way to tell whether that was Daniel's or his cellie's. There was a statuette of the Virgin Mary, and one of a saint. The saint was weird, though. Troy couldn't recognize which one. And he knew his saints, even though he had stopped being a "Good Catholic Boy" (as his grandmother called him) somewhere after his thirteenth birthday.

He moved on.

The service corridor to the laundry room yawned as dark as a nightmare. A stain on the concrete floor ran down it and was swallowed up by it. Troy marked the distance in his mind and passed by, restraining the primitive urge to look back over his shoulder. He drew stale cold air into his lungs. Picked up his pace.

When he reached the library, its shabby gray carpet killed the echoes. The neat well-lit shelves of law books had a calming effect as well; Troy could stop imagining having to run straight into the mouth of that corridor with blood on his hands.

He sat down against a wall--chairs were an unusual luxury in Westgate--grabbed the biggest, nearest book and held it like a shield. He should pretend to read, he knew. But he was so tired. The book gave him a good surface to rest his elbow as he massaged his aching eyelids.

"Hey. There's a chair over there. You see?"

Troy looked up.

And promptly cracked the back of his head against the wall as he spooked backwards.

Because crouched in front of him was none other than Daniel Amato, looking remarkably less blurry and remarkably more good-looking than the picture. He smiled, a sly, pleased expression that let Troy know, even before he felt the heat, that he'd started to blush a little.

"Go on and take it before some other fucker does. You look tired. Anybody else who takes that seat is probably just gonna jerk off under the table anyway."

Troy was so used to inmates with missing and rotted and gold teeth, the sight of Amato's immaculate grin took him off guard. So did his friendly hand up and casual, "Haven't seen you around."

He should be happy, he told himself as Amato personally escorted him to his chair. Catching Amato's attention had been easier than he ever could have hoped, and judging by the way Amato stood too close, held eye contact just too long, it seemed that everything else would fall into place quickly and neatly, as well.

"I'm Troy," he said before he lost his nerve, and the words nearly stuck in his throat. When he sat down, he felt exhausted and boneless like he'd just run a marathon. Daniel patted his back.

"Nice to meet you," he said, automatic and disinterested, and then walked off without another word. He hadn't even introduced himself.
Reader Reviews (1)
Submitted By: ramonab on Jan 24, 2014
A very interesting and somewhat strange story. The first thing I'd read by the authors but not the last. Well worth the read especially if you want something a bit different.

The Saturnalia Effect

By: Heidi Belleau, Violetta Vane