In the Arms of a Villain

13

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick.

I look down. It's amazing what physical evidence and thousands of testimonies can do. I was put away rather quickly.

I find it interesting though...the murders...she didn't report them. I wonder why. Maybe because she took part in them. But then, no.

No, because she's too stupid for something like that.

Then again, I also thought she was too stupid to be a fucking fed, but here I am.

Mom. Dad.

Though I have a feeling that I'm not entirely wrong. What federal agent, undercover or not, needs their parent to come console them at the scene?

She came to me innocent. I know she was innocent. Those eyes cannot be faked or trained. The parental figures for reinforcement, her lack of knowledge—

It doesn't make sense.

Not that I really give a fuck. That little bitch put me here and I'm gonna make her pay for it.

Still...

I close my eyes. Roy?

I snort. Oh my fucking god. Am I seriously fantasizing about her? I must've lost my shit.

Heh. And here I thought I didn't feel emotions. Maybe I still don't. She was useful pawn. It's always a bitter thing to let useful pawns go.

I'm not letting her go, of course. Not forever.

What does she do? She's not an agent. What's her name. Her real name.

Why didn't I check? I always check. No one really stumbled into that town. They come for a reason. But she looked up at me with big, trusting eyes. And I didn't think—could be a fucking narc.

Abuse? They...you think they abused me?

The dissociation. The fractured consciousness she exhibited, the way she couldn't—

She was broken. Abused. my initial assessment was correct. But perhaps there was more to it.

There had to be.

• • •

I sleep on cot. I'll be sentenced very soon. Probably at least 30 years. Will she be there?

I close my eyes.

Then I open them. I feel her. This is getting ridiculous. I close my eyes again.

God I hate her. Always have. But why do I feel her? Beside me like it's any other night? Am I that used to her?

Her soft breath on my chest. Her breast against back, in my hands. The way she cuddled up to me, tucking herself under my body.

Well damn. I guess I got a little note used to her than I thought. It's fine though. It's not like I need to forget her.

She's not important enough to go through the trouble.

Teacher...please hold me.

My breath shudders.

Kiss me.

Damn it.

I wanna be your bitch.

I smirk in the dark with a chuckle. And she is. She's going to pay for this. For the rest of her life.

She's mine.

• • •

Ten years. They sentenced me to ten years in prison. Well, hot shit. I guess I'll try for good behavior?

I never was good, at good behavior. But for the sake of my little Dawn, I will get out and I will seek my revenge.

After all, what kind of mentor would I be if I didn't show her how villains discipline those who anger us?

Dawn...

Dawn...is that her real name? It is. It is. It can't be anything else.

My little traitor. I smile. I'm actually proud. It's very very evil, betraying people. I did teach her to be as evil as wretched as possible, I guess I just...didn't mean against me.

That's my fault. I did t teach her that part. I didn't teach her that well.

I will.