"who are you?"
"real name, nick name, or gang name?"
"all, i guess."
"my real name, i ain't gon' tell you dat. my nickname is grant, my gang name is teeth."
you chuckle against the bars.
"that's not how you actually talk, do you?"
"my dawgs talked like this. it's how i grew up."
"c'mon."
"fuck off, alright. it's how i have to talk, remember that i was in a gang." he shuffles around in his cell.
"that's what got me in here in the first place."
he shuffles closer to me.
"why are you out there? are you afraid of me?"
you scoot closer to his cell and take off your glasses.
"no, mr. dolan. i'm not afraid of you in any way, shape, or form."
"how the fuck did you know my last name?"
you tap your fingernails on your clipboard.
"oh great. you're my counselor? you want me to talk about my feelings? how the weather is? how I am?"
"actually, ethan." you start.
"i think you're very attractive. and if you weren't in a jail cell..." you tease him.
"I'd probably take you on a date."
ethan stands there, obviously frustrated with himself.
you see a twitch in his crotch area, and try not to burst out laughing.
"are you allowed to come in here?"
"i am, but i won't."
"why?" ethan whines, stretching out the 'y'.
"because you have a boner, and god knows what you'll do me in there."
"well, if you'd let me, I'd make you feel better than any other man could. I'd be your addiction."
"oh, yeah right. like you could do that to me in one day."
"trust me babe, you don't know how i am." he winks at you.
"so how's life?"
shit. that was a stupid question.
"well considering i'm in prison and there's a really hot girl outside my cell who will refuse to come in here and making me sexually frustrated; it's pretty bad."
"i'll come in there if you promise not to hurt me."
"promise."
you stand up and unlock the gate to his cell, stepping inside and locking it again.
"so now we're all alone."
ethan stands up and comes closer to you.
he wraps his hand around your throat, making it harder to breathe, but you keep a straight face.
his hand is so big it wraps around your entire neck.
he lets go and you swallow hard.
"you must trust me." ethan sits back down.
"i do."
"times up, y/l/n." the speaker says.
"see you tomorrow, ethan."
"fuck. that was hot." ethan groans.
you chuckle, and leave his cell, but from the corner of your eye you can see his hand sliding down his pants.
"hey dolan, remember to wash your hands!"
ethan quickly sits up and shouts "fuck you" before you head out the doors and to your car.
