Room Sixteen

2/Mr.Irene

Soren's pov'

Pretty hazel eyes, brown long and soft hair with blond highlights, petite body that was dressed up into her work uniform that consisted of a white button-up that she liked to keep open a tad bit at the top to tease me with her lacy bra underneath.
A pencil skirt or on occasion an A-line skirt, she wore pants too but the first option is always my favorite.
I can stare at her legs all day long, without breaks.

God, she's killing me, she is so beautiful and so adorable, and her words, argh fuck her words.
And when she teases me just because she knows I can't do shit while I'm behind this fucking bulletproof/crazy maniac-proof glass wall, otherwise she would never try me like that again.

The fact that I haven't touched a woman in years probably fucks me up too, I want her so badly, and not only for just one time, I want her to be all fucking mine and I don't want to hear anything else.

I have been to jail for three years straight for what I did but people were cowering away from me in there when I didn't show any interest in anything they were doing, they were scared I was one of those psycho people who only build up anger in silence and then let it out on whoever got in their way and I could give that to them but I just wasn't interested, simple and easy.
I wanted to be over with the painful and boring days so I could get out of there but no.

I was moved from prison after three years and put into a goddamn mental hospital because I showed signs of 'depression', and fucking 'psychosis'...I was shocked because I'd never heard those words and especially said to me but I took it thinking it was better than staying alone in a dark ass cell all day, just because the other inmates were scared I would kill them if I was left with them.

Now it was way fucking better because I got special treatment.
As pissed as I was to be moved In a couple of days that mindset changed when I saw her.
She was so angelic, making her way into my room and bringing me medication, and talking to me like we were getting to know each other or some shit.

It felt nice and comfortable, I didn't understand how.
In my 20 years, I haven't felt so comfortable with a woman and talking to her like I'm not even going to think about handing my life into her hands before doing it.
She feels so special and I treat her that way, she might think I'm a psychopath like everyone else did but I can tell she also has a soft spot for me because I can calm her down and I can turn her to me however and whenever I like.

She loves my jokes and I love telling them to her because I love her giggles.
I wish I could put them into a voice record and listen to them at night when she's not around.

She's the best thing around after years of not seeing a woman or hearing a woman's voice, she's the brightest thing about my whole day and I love it just because it calms my asshole of a spirit.

I call her Mrs.Irene, Irene is my last name and I let her know every day that she is going to be my wife one day when I get out of here and she doesn't say no which is a win in my book.