Shane's POV
It's been...a few weeks since I've been working here? It's nice. Sort of. Not really. These people need much help. The worst of the worst are sent here. There's Sawyer, he drowned thirty seven women's children and cut of the babies' ears and their limbs. I violently shudder at the thought.
There's also Luke. He's gotten slightly better. He still has violent outbursts. He blew sixteen homes and collected the flesh in a jar and would have them for food. That's just...gross. There's this one girl, Ingrid, she um...I don't know. She's beautiful just, she did the worst. She murdered all of her exes and carved their hearts out. She then would throw their bodies in wood chippers. Oh god.
The co-workers are nice. Like Meghan, she's cool. She's short, funny, just a little ball of energy. But then there's people like Cat. She's grouchy, rude, disrespectful. I can't say anything cause she's the boss. I haven't explained what I do and where I work yet!
I work at Carmen's Curse for the Criminally Insane. Weird name. I supervise each time there's a "fun time" as the people here call it. There's occasional fights but nothing security can't manage. I also help out around with little tasks. There's a new guy coming in today. His name is...Joey Graceffa if I remember correctly.
He's sliced every single girlfriend he had necks' open. He would drink the blood and smear himself in it. I can't help but feel bad for the people here. I can't imagine being in their skin for a day. I shiver when I feel Meghan grab my arm.
"Hi Shane!" she greets me. "Hey!" I say and hug her. "Did you here about the new guy?" she nervously asks. "Yeah, I'm not looking forward to another criminal in here. When's he arriving?" I ask. "I think right about- she's not able to finish the sentence because a large crowd of the employees rush outside to go look at the scene.
Me and Meghan follow close behind. I have raise Meghan up a bit cause she's pretty tiny compared to the others. I wonder what person this person will look like. I'll admit, Luke and Sawyer are good looking, but this guy has to break the chain.
As he walks out, he's immediately swarmed by news casters and people working here. There's several guards that've cuffed him. They quickly rush him inside the building. I only get a glimpse. He's got blondish hair with peachy skin and piercing green eyes. He's...gorgeous. Wait what? Why am I thinking this?
I shake the thought and head back to where I'm needed. I help out in the kitchen with Tyler. "Hello, Oakley!" I sing. "Hello Yaw!" he sings back. "So, whaddaya making?" I chirp. "Just bread and um...corn? The usual," he responds. "Mind if I help?" I ask. "Nope. In fact, finish this piece for me, will ya?" Tyler instructs. "Kay."
I sit there and roll the piece of bread and shape it. I do the same with two more pieces until Tyler says that's good enough. I go to the "fun time" room and wait until the people are escorted in. One by one, they are all hauled in. I sit at the usual table I do and play on my phone.
My focus is drawn when a tall man enters the room. It's the new guy, Joey. He's still in cuffs. He looks at me with a devilish grin and sits down next to me. "May I help you?" I shakily say. "No, just looking for some entertainment," he says licking his lips. Everything about him was so attractive. His hair, lean torso, legs, even his damn hands were muscular and attractive.
"I know you're looking at me. Don't stop," he says biting his lower lip. I blush a bit cause it was true. I had been staring at him for a while. He reaches for a box of cigarettes and the lighter. For being cuffed, he lights the cigarette pretty easily.
He takes a puff in and a puff out. I cough a bit from the hideous smell. "Sorry," he smiles. "What do you want?" I ask, now annoyed. "I just want someone to talk to. Is that so wrong?" he asks pretending to be hurt. "I suppose not but, can you scoot over? You're a bit close and it's making me uncomfortable," I tell him.
I guess that was the wrong thing to say cause he scoots closer. He takes the cig out and places it on the table. "You know you like it this way." "No, I don't," I roll my eyes. "Playing hard to get? Hot," he smiles. He places his hand on my thigh but I instantly brush his hand away, blushing. "What's wrong? You've never been touched? So innocent, so sweet. I'll change that," he smirks.
"Shut up," I huff. "Let's play Uno," he suggests. "Why would I do that?" I say. "Because, you'll want to avoid the touchy subject of the boy toy your texting, Tyler," he says grinning. "He's not a boy toy you ass." "Keep telling yourself that," he says. "So tell me, have you fucked him yet?" he too eagerly asks.
I'm taken aback by his question at first. Then I realize the vulgarity of it. "Ew, no! I would never. I'm not even into him!" I say getting flustered. "Mhmm. Now, what's it going to be. I'll keep asking about your sex life, or we can play Uno." I get up and get the deck of cards.
He's right. Me and Tyler have tried but he's always busy with work so it never really worked out. I get the cards and walk back to Joey. We play until I win and the "fun time" is up. "Oh, hey, Shane I don't mean to bother you but can you please escort Joey back to his cell?" Meghan asks. "Oh..uh...okay," I nervously say.
"This'll be fun," Joey grins. I walk him back to his cell. Before I get him to go into his cell he holds his hands out. "Un-cuff me," he demands. "Where's your paper saying I can do that?" I ask. He takes it from his pocket and holds it up. I scan it and see that I have to. They've placed him in a block totally cut off from the rest of the others, but they want me to un-cuff him? Wow.
I unlock them and as soon as I do he shoves me up against the wall. "Please don't hurt me," I beg. "Why would I hurt you? I just want to smell you," he says grazing his perfectly pointed nose along my neck. He makes his nose become his lips and starts gently kissing my neck. I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling and I can feel him smile. He lifts up my thigh so that it's rested on his leg. "You like that, don't you?" He then lifts me up so he's now carrying me with both of his hands placed under my thighs. I touch his soft hair and gently grip while he's still nipping at my neck. I should stop but this feels so...wonderful. "Shane?" I hear someone say. Oh crap.
