A/N: Hello! I just got the courage to put this story up in english, so I'd like to make some warnings before you read! First of all, it's alternative universe so they don't know each other at first. Second of all, the characters have habits, works, and make things that the real people would EVER do. I don't want anyone to get offended by this, so you have to kwow this is all going just in my head. The people who are "bad" in my story, they are puppies in real life.

The story contains 3 parts, every part cointains their chapters as well, and they migh be really short or really long. Every chapter is named by a song, you can listen to it before/after reading the chapter, or while you're reading it, or you can don't listen them as well.

Warning: Lots lots lots of smut, grammar errors, adult stuff, cursing, drugs, orgies kinky satanic stuff and all the bad things you can think of.

Don't judge I'm creepy but a good person, and if you want to let me a review hey no problem.

Song: Where did you sleep last night - Nirvana (link on youtube /watch?v=mcXYz0gtJeM )

Part I

I. Where did you sleep last night

Her toes were frozen. This winter was really wreaking havoc in her routine. She stood up of that frozen seat, and shuffling, directed her steps toward the edge of the cells. She took the cells with her hands and rested the weight of her body against those barriers. She felt that in any instant, the heel of her shoes would yield, so she winced.

The policeman snorted, sitting comfortably in his desk, seeing how she was looking at him. It was always the same thing.

"Have a cigar?" Her voice was hoarse, it didn't seemed to coordinate with her body, but she had spent several hours without a single drop of water.

The Commissioner approached the woman and shared with her a cigar that he took from the package of his pocket. Without saying a word, he walked away and returned to his desktop. Luckily, she was the only one locked in that night, so there's no problem in talking to the police.

It was after ten o'clock at night and the fog clouded the window glass, the cold seemed detached from the soil and the silence became every moment more disturbing. Lauren took a lighter from the pocket of her leather jacket and lit the cigar. She returned to her frozen seat, and rubbed her legs one against each other trying to generate a little heat. She vehemently inhaled the cigarette, dancing between her fingers, feeling the nicotine sneaking slowly into her system. Actually, she didn't like smoking, but she had to entertain herself with something or otherwise she would end up insane. She watched the rest of the cell block completely empty, and the image was a little bit uncomfortable, but she didn't show it. She simply closed her eyes, as she whiffed of her cigar.