Ink || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

8

"I think it's time we have a little chat"

I begrudgingly allow him to place the handcuffs on my wrists and he smirks as he knows he's got the upper hand.

Subconsciously, I find myself glancing over towards the others outside and I catch eyes with Ink.

His eyes dart over mine to show that he is filled with a mix of apprehension and worry but he still mouths at me to stay calm.

I nod just as I get tugged forward.

"Watch it!" I snap at him

He simply chuckles

"I've been nice to you so far but remember that could change if I wanted it to" he says as he leads me inside "Brown hair and a little body- you're my type Lucas"

I scoff absolutely disgusted

"Do you not have a wife?" I ask

"Does it matter? Jealous"

I scoff again

"I just wanted to know if I should be feeling sorry for her that's all"

His teasing expressions drops as we get to the door to inside and he roughly pushes me inside

"Watch your mouth" he seethes

I wait until he locks the door behind me and I look around, I've never been in this part of the prison before.

The door leads to a long hallway and I see some guards names on doors- this must be where their offices are.

I can tell that I am right when he grabs my cuffs once more, after locking the door, and he pushes me into one with his name on.

He closes the door behind me and walks over to the desk. He leans back in his chair and just looks over me.

I shift my weight awkwardly.

"What is it that you want?" I ask to gain his attention from staring at me

He looks up at me, like he remembers that he wanted me here for reasons other then to stare at me, and he smirks

Disgusting

"I've noticed you all week scribbling in that notebook you carry" he starts as he leans back in the chair. It creaks under the pressure and I have to stifle a laugh "tell me- what have you found about your next door neighbour?"

I think for a second before I talk

"Not much. He has tattoos all over his body and I've been curious to see if they mean anything. In my note book you would find dozens of drawings of the little glimpses I see of the ink. I haven't managed to match it together yet and I'm surely not going to ask him to strip for me.... I've already got a target on my back never mind if I make myself look easy" I say as I play with my nails

He thinks for a bit but overall doesn't seem satisfied with my answer

"Anything else of value to me? You're really proving a waste of my time Lucas..... and that's not good for you"

I stand my ground as I look at him and shake my head

"That's it" I say

He glances at me.

"I'm supposed to let you go for that sort of bollocks? I need more information Lucas or we will have trouble" he says as he stands and walks over to me. He places his fingers under my chin "and we wouldn't what trouble now would we?"

I push his hand away, but he still stands close

"You can go.... Useless" he says

I smile as I rush to head out the door but I can't stop myself from taunting him

"Oh, by the way I did hear some others mentioning how they are going to scratch cocks into a car in the left carpark by the outside area..... wouldn't happen to be yours would it? It's a black-"

"BMW those little pricks!!" He shouts as he rushes out the door.

I laugh to myself before I realise that I'm now left locked inside the guards wing of the prison.

I sigh as I sit against the hallway wall and wait for him to realise I was lying.

(Thank you guys for being patient with me while I was on my break)