You are thrown into a brisk cell, wrists bound together by a pair of steel cuffs. You frown at your cellmate, whom is sitting in the corner, smirking.

“Oh, baby, I scored big time.” He says leisurely, walking over and raising a brow.

Blood is dripping from his temple, hair mused slightly - a look of malice flashing in his eyes as he stares down at you, taking in the noticeable curves from underneath your prisoner wear.

“We’ll find a way to spend are time, don’t worry.” *He says.