The Wrong Type Of Love

The first night together

Jacky sat against the wall her legs brought up to her chest, the pipe close. Croc watched from the corner of his cell, he snarled slightly as his eyes seem to glow. Jacky glared as she began to sweat with nervousness and a tint of fear as she panted softly, strands of her purple hair in her face. "You're nervous aren't you." Croc asked dryly
"No."
"Liars don't get far in the cage.."
"So what."
"You're scared."
"No I'm not piss off."
"I mean I would...but...this is my crib..you intruded."
He walked over to her and grabbed her by the throat lifting her up,
She struggled as she grabbed his wrist
"You do as I say or you'll be early dinner." He snarled baring his sharp teeth and his pupil slit cat like..
She glared but agreed...

I'm going to die..