He’s dangerous, dominant, and willing to protect me…for a price.
Imprisoned for a crime I didn’t commit, the only thing between me and the murderers in here is the criminal in my cell. I have no choice but to do as he says. When he says, “Bark,” I bark. That’s what I am to him now.
But it’s an act, just a ruse to get the other prisoners to leave me alone. So long as I ‘belong’ to him, I’m safe. He can keep me safe. If only I can trust him.
Except the lines are blurring, and I can’t stop fantasizing about what it would be like if it was true. If I was really his property. His plaything. If I did all the things for him I only pretend I do.
In this cell after dark, no one else needs to know what really happens.
