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“M-Mister , I’m sorry to bother you during your leisure time, b-but you have a visitor,” I hear behind me, and my brow ticks up.

“Is it the lawyer again? I just got back here after telling them I don’t give a fuck about getting out of prison. I’m good with spending the rest of my life here,” I grunt, genuinely not giving a fuck. There ain’t shit waiting for me in the real world…

“I-it’s not them, s-sir,” he cowers and bows his head.

“Then who?” I keep my eyes closed with my hands behind my head, uncaring to even look up.

“Uhm…It’s Marea, sir.”

“Fuck… how many times has she come to visit me this month?” I sigh, curling my lip.

“Th-that would b-be everyd-day this month, s-sir,” he stammers, and I grit my teeth.

“For fuck’s sake…” I do like getting my dick sucked and relieving stress from being locked up in this mother fucker for twenty-five years, but shit… I stand and crack my neck. “I’ll see her.”

“Y-yes sir,” he mumbles, shivering as he places the chains on my ankles, hands shivering like a scared little mouse before stepping aside so I can leave my cell. I make my way slowly down the halls yawning, bored as the other inmates step out of the way, cowering, knowing if they so much as step in my way, it could spell the end of their life.

I mean, what is there to lose? I’m in this fucking grave for life. The chains rattle at my feet and wrists, an ever-present reminder that I’ve been stuck here damn near all my childhood and for fuck sure all my adulthood.

I know nothing about the outside world, and I’m okay with that for a mother fucker who’s been here since I was nine. I’m just happy to be alive since I could have been on death row. One of the youngest kids to be tried as an adult for brutally killing the fuckers who murdered my family in a power struggle they thought they won. Even at my young age, I found and caught all of them, sawing them into tiny pieces and leaving their body parts in gift boxes at the families’ doorsteps.

Before I was caught, there was a manhunt for one of the youngest serial killers in Texas… and it’s a badge I wear proudly. I regret nothing. Even if I have a lawyer who’s been trying to convince me to get the fuck out and claim I was insane and a child, why the fuck would I? I’m proud of my actions and would do it again. But he’s right about one thing. Ain’t shit sane about me, so it’s best I rot and die in this graveyard behind these walls because if I get out….

“, please behave… Marc is in there with his family… we can’t have you two butting heads again,” he shrinks, and I chuckle, disregarding him as he escorts me to the bus that takes us to the building to see visitors.

I curl my lip, thinking about the other mother fucker that runs this shit hole too. He and I don’t get along, and we always fight, but lately… maybe since he’s getting ready to get out of this son of a bitch unlike me, he’s been on his best behavior and laying low.

I can only snort at that because I don’t give a fuck if he was being visited by Jesus himself. If you fuck with me, you’ll be walking out with him.

When we pull up to the post where visitations are held, I hop off the bus, annoyed when the wind picks up, rattling the cuffs on my wrist. Fuck, I should have just stayed in my cell… I saunter over to the building where they verify my card.

“Inmate 0976371,” they call out, and I don’t respond because they know who the fuck I am. There is no verification needed. 0976371 has been my name even before they nicknamed me . “Y-you may go inside,” the guard who tried to act all fucking hard stammers at the simple look I give him, and I walk forward, waiting for them the unlock the door.

When it opens, I immediately spot Marc sitting there smiling, which is unusual. I ain’t ever seen that motherfucker smile once in the fifteen years I’ve known him to be running shit on his end. He might be someone I clash with often, but he’s a psychopath and a menace, just like me. Maybe that’s why we can’t seem to get along, but here he is smiling like he’s some fucking model prisoner?

I snort, turning my gaze to the person sitting across from him, and stop in my tracks with something burning in me.

Twenty-five years I’ve served in this fucking hell hole and not one day have I ever regretted my life sentence… until today. Dark brown skin that I bet would feel like velvet if I run my dick across her belly. Rich chocolate chip-colored eyes that would look fucking amazing staring up at me with tears in them.

Full, plump brown lips with a tinge of pink in the middle and barely wide enough to fit my dick in. Her stature is tall, but still smaller than most of the guards up here, and I can tell she ain’t lifted not one fucking muscle. A good girl… who smiles prettily up at inmates, probably wanting to brighten their day. Oh that’s mine…

I curl my lip, livid that she would dare to throw that smile out so casually.

And the mere thought sets me on fucking fire. I want to destroy her, see tears in her eyes, watch her tremble in shame, and weep with hunger as she worships this dick. I lick my lips at the intrusive thoughts that overtake me at such an insignificant action and move to grasp her before looking down at the chains keeping me from taking what I want. I sigh before looking away as she stands and flies off like a smart birdie, knowing she’s been caught.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Marc grumbles, and I throw my head back cackling before turning on my heel and going back to the door.

“My bitch,” I smirk at him as the guard rushes over to hold him back.

“DON’T FUCKING CROSS THE LINE, SAW! I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU EVER GET NEAR ROBIN!” he warns but it’s too late. My eyes roll to the back of my head thinking about her, dick hard as fuck. Robin, huh? Heeeeerrrrreeee birdie, birdie, birdieeeee. Daddy’s coming for youuuuu.

“Shaw! Shaw! Where are you going?!” I ignore my old plaything behind me and let the doors close.

Not even a life sentence is going to keep me from what I deem is mine…