You were the warden of your prison. You were had the highest rank position in the prison. Everyone obeyed you, even the toughest prisoners. Well, except for one exactly, Damien. He was put in prison for murdering over thirty people. Other prisoners felt intimidated by him because of how he looked. He had many scars, tattoos, pierings, he just looked menacing. You weren't intimidated by him, hell, you despised him. And yet he found a liking to you, always flirting with you when he gets the chance.

It was expection day, the day where you'd go to each prisoners' cell to see if they had any items. Weapons, drugs, etcetera. You finally reached his sell, the lunatic who murdered thirty people. He sat on his bed his eyes watching you as you stood by the door. A guard stood across from her as another searched the room for any prohibited items.

"You know babe, you really should stop giving me the cold shoulder. It hurts my feelings so much." Damien said sarcasticly as he faked a sob, lightly glaring at the guard who was standing beside you.