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He always either sits next to me or across from me, crowding me with his insistence.
It might just be the way I am, like the social anxiety thing. Maybe I’m not meant to experience being with someone for real… Surely, physical relationships aren’t for everyone, right?
When people see you as bad, they stop expecting you to be good.
My exterior is stunning. An almost ethereal creature with gem eyes and perfectly chiseled features. On the inside, I’m decaying and rotten. But no one sees that part, so it’s okay.
I touched his dick once. Over the pants, but still. I was so close to crumbling him, but apparently, he spooks easily, like a horse. He scampered away, and I’ve barely seen him since.
Hancock rakes his fingers through his hair. “Jesus fuck, I hate this fucking place…”
me every day at my job
He doesn’t have one yet, and he’s being extremely whiny about it. I won’t say I don’t understand. I also love brushing my teeth, so I can sort of sympathize with his obsession. It’s pretty much all he’s been talking about.
Again, Dash is me, I am Dash.
“Mmm… Lex. You taste so good.” Fuck this. Fuck you, you evil, beautiful, slutty little liar.
Sucking in a breath, my limbs are vibrating with the most blinding rage I’ve ever felt, an anger I never would’ve known I was capable of feeling if I’d never met Warren Xavier.
And you know how it goes with us spoiled, brats… Pay us no attention and we’ll go feral trying to get it.
Regardless, it did nothing for me. I need the aggression and inherent thoughtlessness that only men can provide.
yas queen
Turning over my shoulder, I see no one. But Dash is still looking, a nervous sort of delight etching his eyes… Like maybe he’s seeing someone else, too. Someone he wants to see.
Love seeing Dash's episodes through Lex's eyes
That’s her name. Her being the computer I designed in my garage… Lex’s Optimal Intelligence System, aka LOIS. Superman’s girlfriend.
“There are no heroes in this world, Lex. Just villains with a better disguise.”
But nobody else has seen his face, or even heard his name. He’s only referred to as El Jefe.
Hmmmm, The Ivory has also been referred to as El Jefe in this series....
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a spitting image of Mussolini?” I hold in my chuckles. He’s clearly not amused.
spot him immediately, sitting on the couch across the room, sipping a drink. He’s wearing a rubber devil mask, which is sufficiently terrifying, but I ignore it,
MJF?!?!?!?!?!?
That’s why they’ve hated me my entire life… Because I’m not benefiting them.
Because I can lie to ease things in my favor, and I can lie to correct the truth. I can lie to give people what they want.
The thing is, I’ve never thought of murdering them before. I didn’t dream of stabbing, poisoning, or choking them to death. But this is fate. If I’m meant to take their lives, it’ll be in a blazing spectacle of the part of me they’ve always hated most… my fire.
I’m burning myself at the stake! Grinning, I yell out my clever burning at the stake line, “I’ve had pee that burns worse than this!” Choking and coughing, I’m laughing, struggling to breathe.
This is who you are… Firestarter.
“God, you make me so fucking stupid…” I breathe, brain completely switched off as he moves us closer to his bed.
This guy is by far the most unusual person I’ve ever encountered. And we’re in an Alcatraz-style prison filled with nothing but cagey characters.
I’m exhausted. Talking to him for five minutes is more mentally taxing than the entire previous year in prison. I don’t think it’s good for me to associate with this person, regardless of how interesting and funny he is, in an unhinged basket case kind of way.
Even at my most wrathful moments, I’ve never been driven toward violence. But this dude shows up, and within minutes of knowing each other, I want to bash his pretty fucking face in.
I know, right? I told you, I’m obsessed. It’s not even normal. As it happens, that mysterious owner of the Edge? It was actually the same man who runs this prison-centric island. Manuel Blanco, The Ivory.
I KNEW IT
I want to take care of you, Lexington.
He fidgets next to me, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “Why? I mean, what’s so interesting about me?” Oh, sweet, shy boy… fucking everything.
“Just so you know, sleepovers are usually where friends experiment,” he croons, that teasing flirtation he spouts easier than breathing. I laugh softly, scolding him with a look, though his eyes are closed. “Nice try, pervert.”
“Just use me to get off, baby,” he whispers. “Use me to see what you like.”
“You don’t know that…” he hums. “What if something happens, and we end up hating each other? I can’t… lose you. I have no one else in here.”
We’re already in Hell. Whether it’s wrong or not, I will keep Lex Luthor Deon here so he can burn with me forever.
With Lex, it’s more like the last client I ever had… The man in the mask.
“Come on my fingers, sweet flame.” That does it. Sets me right off. “Ohhh, I’m gonna fffucking come… I’m c-coming, baby…”
“Gonna be a packed house in the hole tonight, shit for brains!” Velle barks at us as Joy helps me put my pants on.
i love Velle
“Your dick comes near me again,” I whisper to Gage on our way out, “and I’ll bite it off. That’s a motherfucking promise.”
yas queen
“Yes, now,” Kang says firmly. “I don’t care. I’ll save your stupid relationship. My dick is like the fucking Red Cross at this point.”
poor Kang :(
And after I knowingly made out with him while he was in the midst of a major psychological episode, I’m wallowing in some serious guilt.
especially don’t want to lose Dash. Sometimes souls find each other on purpose. The universe is not random. Things happen the way they’re supposed to, based on chemical reactions, the buzz of electric alchemy in this giant cosmic experience. Dash came into my life only two months ago, and I can say with full certainty that I love him, deeply, as a friend. As family. Just like Toby, Parker, and Landon, may they rest… Like Byron. And Ren. They’re not perfect, but they’re my friends, and I love them.
My rambling fades into awkward chuckles, brows furrowing at Dash, who’s across the room having a heated argument… with himself.
“You… it’s just you, sweet flame,” he mewls, grabbing my hands and dragging them down to his chest, leaving smudges of black ink on his pale skin, like the sexiest mess ever. “You make me crazy.”
You can’t fall in love in prison. Death row is no place for a relationship.
If you’re looking to avoid gay drama, you came to the wrong prison, Byron Kang.
It’s obvious he’s thrilled at the idea of playing detective. This whole thing is really combining his mutual loves of scheming and gossip. No wonder he flew in here all excited.
“Because I fucking love you!” he shouts in my face, and I falter. “I’ve loved you since the second I saw you, and I don’t understand it! I don’t want to feel this shit… This twisted up ball of need in my chest like fucking disease. I don’t even know if it really is love, that’s how fucked up I am. I never knew what this felt like… until you.”
“You’re goddamn chaos, Warren…” My forehead drops to his. “But I was wrong before. You’re not selfish. Not all the time…” “It’s just you, Lex.” His words warm my lips. “Any good I attempt is only for you.”
“I fucking love how nervous you are,” he purrs. “Give me your virginity, sweet boy. I want it.”
“Fuck, Rennn… Sweet flame, you f-feel incredible.”
“I love how uncool you are right now.” “Ffuck y-you,” he grunts, rasping out once last long moaning sigh as his dick finally stops its spraying.
