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"i really don't belong hea."
(you in the mm)
CHRYSTAL'S POV ———
"have a good day ma'am." i called out to my last client of the day. im a therapist, trained for only the best.
i just graduated harvard university not to long ago, to become trained in the medical field and physiology.
working and talking to people is the best thing i've since i been sentenced to baton rouge's eastern parish prison not to long ago.
this prison is full of males, half of females. i been assigned different inmates a day, mostly some are assigned to me , but i been brought here for a trial month, if i like it here, i can permanently work here.
fixing my white coat i wore, the pretty pink sweater and skirt outlined my caramel skin as the smell of coco butter filled the inmates cafeteria, my heels clicking at impact of the concrete floor.
"hey ms. marshal! glad to see you!" my boss hugged me, she's a female , she looks so pretty, she filled in a spot for me here knowing male therapist going here doesn't end well.
"hey! any people i should see before my lunch break?" i asked, placing my pink chanel bag on the steel table.
"yes! actually! this is your newest signee! here's his file, he's right in the room over there. he's been highly requested and he didn't do too well with his male therapist." june my boss responded , handing me the sand colored file, this file is surely thick.
"well let's hope he's more comfortable with me." i nodded as i walked towards my room, the simple closed out interrogation room where i was met with a young man, certainly in his 20's his dreads covering his face, along with a white shirt and his orange jumper tied around his waist, legs in handcuffs with his slowly growing beard.
"hi! im crystal, nice to meet you...kentrell?" i asked as i sat across from him, smiling as he showed no type of emotion or motion on his face at all.
"hello." he spoke lowly as his hands were by the sides, making me blink out
"so...how are you feeling today?" i asked opening his file, being blinked out my whole presence, his police records, cases has caused him to recently get into a run in, and a three freshly written police reports.
"how u think im feelin?" he asked with a slightly irritated groan.
"well that's why im here am i?" i tried to make light of the tension writing down everything on a separate piece of paper to track his reports
"as much as i wanna strangle you with my own hands...im doin' just fine." he replied, making me choke on air, my own tube of air.
"i see you feel resentful and angry...any reason to that? did something happen?" I felt his eye burn holes into me, examining dried up blood through his fingernails , and his anger seemed to beam through his veins.
"why should i even tell u anything? you gon write this up and send it to the judge? or better yet...call me crazy? hm?" he sat up a bit, making me chuckle, my brain couldn't function his hostileness.
"no...kentrell. im here to help you. understand you so you can get out of here, i know u don't wanna stay here. but it's best if you take this course of therapy." i responded nicely, im afraid and his body language is intriguing me in a turn-on-ish kind of way.
it's not like I don't like it....
"i don't belong hea', nor in this fuckin' shitty ass therapy session. i rather rot somewhea' dead." his voice bassed in irritation, me shaking my head.
"yes you do...how about we use these letters and play a game called express yourself? hm? it's an easy way i could get to know you." i smiled as i tilted my head, placing the foam letters on the steel table.
kentrell sat up a bit, taking a huff hoarsely before grabbing some letters, making me grab some as well, me spelling the first word first.
"fantastic" - crystal
"devious" - kentrell
"ecstatic" crystal
"aroused." kentrell
"your...aroused? how so?" i asked him , making me smugly smirk, before creating a sentence with the leftover letters.
"i wanna bend you over this steel table and watch you scream for me in pain bitch."
me choking at the message , making him the devilish smirk appear across his face, causing me hurrying to collect all the letters, making him clamp his hand over mines.
"we were juss' having fun. why stop?" he tilted his head, his beautiful feathered face coming into the light, his face tats and glowing skin beamed under the light.
"no...i think my time is almost up." i laughed lightly as i removed his hand off of mine, before he slapped the letters out my hand, before gripping my wrist.
"why you so nervous?" his voice dropped about three octaves , making some type of tingling arousal sensation flood my panties.
"im turnin' you on ma?" he asked in a sultry manner, a deep flirtatious voice, he could stab me.
"i—-i think our session is over." i snatched my hand back before my nails clamped against the folder in a hurry, trying to signal my boss to come get him, i felt the back of his hand on the back of my neck, yanking it along with my hair.
"i rather you sit hea' and strip in front of me on this table...put that on your report."
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I LIKE THIS AND IM GONNA FINISH IT WHEN I GET HOME.
