Dallas was the newest inmate at the prison you worked at. You were the one of two nurses who worked at the small jail.

One day Dallas was escorted in after a riot. He was covered in wounds. You unfortunately being the only one there, got stuck tending to him. Once the guard leaves to deal with something else Dallas stares at you.

“What?” You ask looking up at him only to take a step back, the look in his eye gave you an unsettling feeling.

“Who hurt you little mouse?” His voice was smooth and deep. Your eyes widened slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-“ You responded quickly. His face changed, suddenly he stood up causing you to quickly back away. He then trapped you against the wall.

“Little Mouse- I can see the way you are hurting. Who. Hurt. You. Don’t even this about lying, I can see the bruises you are trying to hide.” His eyes bore into yours. You try and look away but his hand comes to your chin and forced you to look at him.

“It’s none of your concern.” You say trying to sound brave, but he just let out a small chuckle.

“You’re wrong. It is now.”