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Started May 28, 2019 by @Elder-God-Jacks347

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He snorted. “I almost feel bad for you, and the.n I remember that you’re you.” He smirks at her to show trust he’s joking.

She faked offense. "How dare!" She smirked slightly. "But to be fair, I feel bad for me too. It was kind of pathetic."

“Oh I dare,” he said, smirking. Then, he snickered. “He was that desperate?”

"Yeah. I heard that his girlfriend broke up with him like a couple weeks before. Guess this guy doesn't know the definition of a 'rebound girl'."

“Clearly.” He rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I wish I was a girl. They have things so much easier.”

"That's what you think." She scoffed. "You suck a guy off once and suddenly everyone wants something. Sometimes I wished I'd just dealt with the annoyance of the dress."

“But girls are worse,” he said. “You fuck them once, and then they’re all over you, wanting more, always more, and blackmailing and hurting people just for another.”

"Okay, you just got a sociopath. Don't lump me in with those freaks. I take much pride in being a psychopath. And before you say anything, yes, a sociopath and a psychopath are two different things."

Draven snorted and rolled his eyes. “Iif that’s the case, every girl I’ve banged has been a sociopath.”

"Trust me, there's a lot of them out there, it's more than likely." She shrugged. "A lot of the guys I've fucked have been sociopaths so it doesn't surprise me."

“Girls are worse.” He said.

"That's what you think."

“And what I think is right,” he said with a smirk.

She just rolled her eyes. Guys were definitely worse. And as if on cue, a wolf whistle came from down the hall. "Hey Poison! How about a little special treatment for a lonely guy, huh?" Another patient called as he passed by. She facepalmed, why did it have to be her?

Draven snickered. “Yo, dude, you should shut he fuck up before I tear your face off!” He called back.

"Aww why? She only serving you now?" He laughed. She grit her teeth, she hated it when people talked about her like she was some slut.

“Nah. Haven’t gotten the chance yet.” He smirked slightly. “But, if you touch one hair of her head, or continue to talk about her as though she’s a common whore, I will come out of this cell and burn you to the ground.” His voice was light, but his eyes held real warning.

"What for? You ain't her boyfriend, why do you care?" We're seriously still on with this guy? She just rolled her eyes, pretty done with this whole conversation.

“Because,” Draven said slowly, as though the guy was stupid. “She is my cell mate, therefore she is mine. And my stuff are not to be touched, messed with, or looked at the wrong way.” His hand suddenly darted through the bars, and he grabbed the guy by the collar, holding him close to the bars. He put his face in close and whispered, “Got that?”

He didn't seem scared. Or at least not scared enough. He just smirked at him. "Sure, let's go with that, Firefly."

Draven smirked, his smile becoming sadistic and almost evil. “Glad to hear that. And just as a reminder…” He pulled the wire from his pocket, grabbed the guy’s arm and dug it into the soft skin of his lower arm, She’s mine.

He tugged himself out of his grip, returning to his walk back to his own cell. "My offer still stands, Poison." He winked at her. "In your dreams." She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Wiping the blood from the wire, Draven scowled and threw the food tray, which hit the guy in the head. “Motherfucking asshole.”

"So…safe to say that you're just a little jealous?" She smirked, knowing she was testing her luck.

“I’m not jealous,” he said with a forced calm. “I was getting rid of him for you.”