Take it slow...

The quiet was enough to drive one insane. But what did the silence do to those who were insane already.

I would have to wait and see for myself.

Nothing about prison bothered me except for the fact that I could no longer kill. At times I could be agoraphobic so I found the small size of my cell to be comforting. The food was far from gourmet but I rarely ate anyway so I didn't mind.

I missed talking to people, the only voice I heard was the sound of a guard telling me what to do. If it was a cute guard then I didn't mind being told what to do. If it was an ugly one I minded a bit more. Most of the time it was a cute one whose name tag read Dun.

He smiled at me. No one smiled in here but he smiled at me and I smiled at him. I liked him because I knew he was probably just as insane as I was. He had to be a little off his rocker to smile at a serial killer.

I stood peering through the small iron reinforced window of my cell door just to see him smile. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be fucked by him. It had been a while for me. His eyes were bright and calm, but I knew they could change. My intuition alerted me to his dark side. I wanted to know him.