'KILLER'

Chapter 3

"Leave, Dragon." Sheriff Connors instructed.

The buffalo arose from his demeaning position, and exited angrily, flipping me off in the process. I grimaced as he 'accidentally' trod on my combat boots with his oversized flip flops.

I then focused my attention on the asshole, who had now turned around and continued to doodle on his paper, ignoring my forced presence to help him.

"I'll leave you to it then," Connors whispered in my ear, as he backed off and left me vulnerable. I rolled my eyes.

Silence.

For a good 3 minuites. It was a good thing this corridor's cells were empty, as I was already getting tired of smelling armpits and getting glimpses of bright orange jumpsuits up in my face. However, this particular inmate that I was to engage with, was by far, the most desired to avoid.

I cleared my throat.

His hooded eyes finally rose up to meet mine, staring straight through my soul. His left eyebrow rose up cockily as if to ask what the fuck I was doing here.

Oh, he was so gonna get it now.

"Stand up."

Surprisingly, he complied, leaving his paper on his bed, and standing up, his height already hovering above me, as he lazily leaned against his bunk frame.

I was at a loss of words, as I was obviously presuming he would completely ignore my order. Then I realised this was how he played. He enjoyed my confusion. He wanted me to feel vulnerable. Well, now I was gonna take a big step in his fucking game.

"Give me five. Now."

Push ups were always the way to go, as I had realised from my experience here. Inmates hated it when they were forced to exercise by the staff. Especially when they had to go down on the floor and push. It made them feel small and weak, and the opposing in control and in charge. I smirked at my dominant statement. This prick needed to learn his lesson.

His expression showed confusion. He stared at my hand.

"You want me to high five you?"

My eyes widened. I tried to remember what I'd said before.

Give me five.

I was officially the biggest loser in this entire institution.

"Push-ups. Five push-ups I mean. Sorry." I said, blushing.

Wow. So much for my new dominance. I apologised to the motherfucker.

"Oh." He said, smirking widely, finding amusement at my statement. He even let out a slightly deep chuckle, shaking his head at my stupidity of use of words.

I thought about writing him a warning note for laughing at authority, but my confidence had disappeared by then. I'd most probably not be able to find a pen or drop my notebook. Or both.

I cleared my throat awkwardly.

"Down, Keaton. Now."

"Yes Ma'am."

Ignore, Elaine. Ignore.

He lowered himself down onto the grubby floor, still managing to make eye contact with me. He set out his arms firmly, and, giving me a final smirk, he then looked down and began to push.

Words cannot explain how entranced as I was.

Minutes, perhaps seconds past, and I had lost count of how many he had done. All I knew was, that I was shamefully enjoying this immensely.