Fragments (Alabaster Penitentiary, #4)

by Nyla K.

When I’m online, I can be me. The real me; the me I was always meant to be.

You and me both

Maybe I’m pacified by Dash’s presence because I think he could be a friend. Would you look at that. Friends… in real life. And all it took was coming to prison. My parents would be so proud.

“The thing about evil,” she whispers, “is that it masquerades as good. True evil doesn’t look like a monster with horns and a forked tongue. It’s beautiful, charming, and powerful… An exceptional liar, and a master at manipulating its camouflage.”

I spent three days in solitary a few months back for slapping Nieves is the face with a ham sandwich, and man, is it quiet down there. In my defense, he totally had it coming. He kept trying to steal my juice box. That’s a personal foul even outside of prison.

A cackle leaves my lips. “Really? Loud how??” “The whole shebang, man,” he grumbles. “You’re whining and breathing heavy… I mean, I can hear you jerking your dick off. I know the expression is beat your meat, but damn. Take it easy on the thing!”

Felix’s mouth twitches, and he tugs his lower lip with his teeth again. I’m telling you, this dude is the cuddliest, most precious sociopathic murderer ever. You just want to pinch his cheeks. Maybe from afar… in case he decides to bite your fingers off.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Ren whispers-scolds him. Felix shrugs. “Might as well play nice, right?” “Are you sure you’re a serial killer?” I arch a brow. “Oh, yea. Big time.” He pulls a charming grin, glancing at Trevel once more. “The best way to get people to drop their guard is to act like you’re dropping yours.”