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It’s not the best place to work, but I don’t have much of a choice. With my… history, when the Warden offered me a chance to work and redeem myself in the eyes of society, I jumped on it.
Maybe we’re two mangled, jagged pieces who could click together, despite all the fires burning around us.
I want Dascha Reznikov to be my broken toy, in all ways. And I have a habit of getting what I want, especially when it’s the thing that could be my untimely demise.
As I hear him stepping away, my stomach drops, and I don’t fucking know why.
He’s sound asleep, and it could just be a reaction but my heart, which this man is now holding captive, is choosing to interpret it differently.
This definitely isn’t anyone’s dream job. We all do it because we have limited options.
I feel stupid. Foolish. I can’t believe I fell for this hot young guy in the first place. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. How much time do you have?
Dash has distorted the walls surrounding himself; the barbed wire which had been keeping us separate is gone, and now we’re on the same side of the fence.
Being in love is such a sweet torture.
I just want to be happy. I think I can finally get that. Maybe he can stop the voices…
The next day, I went out and bought some clothes. Then some hair dye, since I have enough hair to dye it again. It’s pink now, and I love it.
