(Slow Updates)Ella Of OriginZ Rewritten

Part 1

Ella's POV

I roll my eyes at the annoying sound of the ticking clock. The cell seats are cold and hard, but it's nothing I'm not used to. Now, one of the cops today was stupid. He put a man in a cell with me. Cell? Yeah, I'm in a jail cell. Now, normally they have me in a cell alone. The man, no he doesn't look like a man. He looks like a pathetic little boy. It's a boy maybe in his late thirties mid-forties.

He is wearing a white stained tank top, and boxers, also stained. He is wearing torn blue slippers. I can smell the beer and cheap perfume coming off him. He has lipstick stains on his neck and face. I glare at him as he scratches his junk. He has little to no hair. The little hair he has is sticking up everywhere. And he has a baby face, it's like he can't grow facial hair. A chuckle knocks me out of my thought.

"What did you do this time?" A cop asks me as he leans on the cell bars. 'Open the cell door and find out.' I think to myself. "Oh, just the usual. Beat a man till he was to an inch of his life. I busted open one of his balls. Last i saw of him, his right eyes was hanging out of his head." I say with a smirk as i lean back. Out of the coner of my eye, the disgusting man flinches and grabs himself. And the cop gulps.

"You know, he sounded like you. You know, the first time we met. When I twisted your balls into a knot." I say as my smirk grows. "Wasn't that a fun time?" I ask. "Crazy bitch." The cop says as he quickly walks away. I chuckle and lay down on the cell seat/bench.

"Your crazy!" My cellmate tells mate tells me. I look over at him and I get up from the bench. My face goes blank and I walk over to him. His eyes widen and he tries to curl in on himself under my gaze. "Say it again, i fucking dare you." I say. Now, i normally dont care what people say about me. But, this little bitch doesn't deserve anything but pain.

He doesn't say anything, instead, he shakes. I look down at him and I see his boxers growing more and more wet. And the seat under him grows wet as well. I laugh and look at his hands. His knuckles are bruised and busted. I glare at him. "Let me guess. Your here for beating your wife, and most likely your kid as well. Isnt that right?" I ask him. "Tell me the truth." I say as i shake in anger.