Donnie had lost track of time in this goddamn cell, it wasn't his fault. She was just so beautiful, so so beautiful. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her, he physically couldn't.

And her skin was so soft, so very soft as he drug the razor along her seams, holding her like she was the most fragile thing he had ever laid his decrepit hands on.

Now she decorated his bed, but his bed was back home and he was in this prison.