PRETTIER EVEN

PRETTIER EVEN

You'd been at Fox River for days, you'd been accused of murder. But you? An innocent girl, who refuses to walk into Anne Summers? You would never do that. But now, you share a cell with one of the most creepiest dudes you've met in your life.

Theodore Bagwell. You heard people call him T-Bag and for some reason he always has a guy holding onto his pocket. So you decided to ask him about it.

"Excuse me..?Mr Bagwell?" You shyly walked over to him but kept your distance. He snapped his head to you.

"Please...call me T-Bag, darlin'" he says with a southern accent. But the way he smiled at you, he made you forget the evil crimes he'd done.

"I uhm...I just wanted to ask. Why does he hold onto your pocket?"

"For protection sweetcheeks. You see...when you grab ahold of my pocket. I protect you but it comes with a price, you become mine..."

You knew what he was hinting at. With that charming smile of his. It made you melt.

"So, what are you askin for?"

"Hm?"

"What are you askin for? Are you interested sweetcheeks?"

He grins wickedly at you. His tongue licking his pink lips as his gaze traveled up your body. Before you could answer, he cuts in.

"But I tell you what...you are as pretty as advertised...prettier even"

You looked down and smiled. He stood up from the bleachers and stepped down.

"You interested in becomin' mine?" He came closer to you.

"It brings me protection?"

"Damn right.."

You looked around at the hungry faces staring at you and...you slowly nodded.

"Atta girl..." He pulls his pocket out for you to take.

This was a start of a weird and beautiful friendship