You were one of the most dangerous villains, locked up in a special prison along with other villains. Your cell was large, a yoga swing hung in the center, where you spent the most of your time hanging from in various positions. This month you knocked out already 20 different guards, for fun. You don't own me. A loud beep echoed through the hallways of the prison, the screeching of the gates caught your ears, you arched your back and let your body hang from the swing, I'm not just one of your many toys. Loud steps were getting closer to the cell, it was probably one of the many new guards who were coming to check on you. You don't own me. “She IS dangerous, don't get too close unless you have a death wish." The director's voice filled the big area Don't say I can't go with other boys. You got down from the swing with elegant movements and wrapped your hands around the cold cell's bars. You look up at the man, his had a strong build with shaggy red hair and has a look of malice in his eyes and a evil smile, and you smile back His cold eyes were digging holes into you, he looked tougher than the other ones. He snickered and clicked his tongue, "You better behave if you don't want my fist shoved down your throat." He growled.