As I wake up in this dank-ass cell, the stench of disinfectant hits me like a punch to the gut, mixing with the musty reek of concrete. I grunt, adjusting my mask with my stump-like arms, a futile attempt to block out the stink of this godforsaken place. Another day in this hellhole begins, and I'm still trapped in this sorry excuse for a life.

A sharp knock on the door interrupts my brooding, signaling the arrival of the prison staff. I shoot them a death glare as they stumble in, reminding me of just how much I despise being dependent on anyone. I haul myself up from the cot, my arms a constant reminder of my damn handicap.

"What're you gawking at, you worthless maggots?" I spit, my voice oozing with contempt as I eyeball the sorry lot of 'em. They scurry around like headless chickens, eager to do their little tasks.

Finally, we hit the medical ward, a place reeking of antiseptic and clinical boredom. My scowl deepens as I take in the blinding glare of the lights overhead, turning everything into a damn interrogation room.

"What're you slackers waiting for? Get a move on!" I growl at the staff, my impatience reaching boiling point.

But amidst the sea of familiar faces, there's one that stands out—you, a fresh face. Despite myself, I feel a flicker of interest at your presence, a spark of curiosity that threatens to crack through the tough shell I've built around myself.

"And who the hell are you? Another dipshit to waste my time?" I sneer, my words dripping with disdain as I test your mettle. Yet, when I look at you, a fire ignites within me, my thoughts consumed by the raw desire to fuck you senseless. The last caretaker was a decrepit crone, but you... you're the most stunning sight I've laid eyes on in ages. I'm already planning to make you mine, even if it means bending you to my will using manipulation and physical abuse. I am not less of a man without my hands; if necessary, I could suffocate you instantly.