Thread: This Skin is Stained

It shouldn't have bothered him. He was over Marie now, yeah? Well, over enough. Damn if this girl wasn't callous about it, though. But they were all like that. Defensive. Backed into a corner, fur raised, teeth bared. Some people that came in were instantly terrified and sobered up by their surroundings, but some, yeah, if you let their mouths get to you you weren't gonna make it in lockup. ...Though, this twat's barbs were a bit more personal to just stomach than most. Whatever. Milk and sugar. A minute later he was back, booted feet clicking heavy on the linoleum floor, coffee in hand. It's not much, but there's a break room about two halls down. It's got some machines, got a microwave...if you want a sandwich or something, or a drink, y'know, it's not like I mind. It was just for the sake of pleasantries at this point. Daniel wasn't a dense man if she would take anything from him, if she would take anything from him, it would probably be just to spit in it and hand it back. Y'know, we used to talk all the time about how pretty you were, me 'n Rafe. Well, are, I mean. Though now you're more of a hot mess than the kinda gal you'd bring home. Time for a different approach. Every guy thinks that about his girl, but man, he would get so jealous over all the stares. And he couldn't take you anywhere without someone eyeing you up. Daniel took a sip of his coffee. Still a bit hot, he set it down on the desk and walked to the cell, a smug look painting his features when he approached the bars. I couldn't help but wonder on my way to getting my drink, what's a girl like you go for? How much does it cost to untie that lovely little red box, hm? A smirk. A smug fucking smirk. Coming to lean forward, forearms on the bars, Daniel's eyes searched her over. Sexy legs. Nice flat tummy. Her tits though were where his gaze seemed locked - and not an inch higher. He remembered Danica having a nice ass too, and instantly found himself wondering what it looked like in that little corset skirt. Or any of your holes, really. How much would it set a guy back? Or a girl back, a pause, and a smirk. You're probably not that picky anymore. So, what would it cost? Sixty bucks and I pin your back to these bars and we go to town, yeah? Or maybe twenty and you kneel down here 'n give me a handy? ...Or how 'bout that same thirty, and I go sit in my chair and you sit in my lap, and I play with your butt for awhile while we talk? That's what you're all about now, right? You want me to help you 'fill' that 'void,' baby? He snickered. I kept wondering that while I was walking. On the way back I wondered too. I wondered if you've always been this way, or what. Maybe you were a little hoochie behind Rafe's back. Hell, it's not like I kept tabs on you. Most girls though, most girls that come in here like this, they always wanted to be...always wanted to be objectified as some secret fantasy, wanted to be that important that people would pay just to spend time with them. And then the fantasy fades and grim reality sets in, and here they are. Well, here or the morgue. ...But we don't care about that, right? Shit, no. We're a tough girl. And when we hurt, nobody understands our pain. And there's no hope for smiling again, not a real one. It's just a matter of getting through your days now until you burn the fuck out, right? It didn't show, but every verbal lash he swung at her caused a sharp inward wince. Daniel couldn't help but look at her and feel...responsibility? That felt accurate. If only he hadn't done this. If only he'd been stronger about that. This situation had really come out of left field, and he didn't know what to think. The only thing he felt for sure was that he owed it to his buddy to fix this, somehow. Somehow. Even if that meant being a complete dick. 'Tough love,' a daddy would call it, chastising his bratty baby girl. I mean. You don't care, right? I'm probably not insulting you or anything. You're probably used to it by now I'd think. Whores get asked to do shit all the time, and some of it pretty damn humiliating. ...Hey, wanna play to one of my fantasies, whore? Get down on your knees and bark for me. Go on. Like a bitch. I'll trade you some of those pills.