Chapter 4

Kitty. I couldn't get her face out of my mind, it's almost like God was punishing me with her beauty. Her name too, Kitty, it wasn't fitting. Kitty was too innocent, Kitty was too sweet. It was a name meant for someone or something delicate and a kitten. 

She, she was neither of this, she was fierce. She was a force, she was...evil. I feared her. But goodness, to say that she didn't cause a tingling in my loins would be a lie. 

I was sitting across from her, my elbows on the table as I tilted my head and observed her. That's all I could do, but I was so tempted to just ask and reach over to touch her. Caress her cheek, run my fingers over her soft looking full lips, touch her hand and feel its texture. 

She was such a mystery to me. She was such a goddess to me. 

"Can I touch you?" I asked her, after the half an hour of silence. Her entire facial expression remained the same that had it not been for her raising a perfect eyebrow, I would've thought she didn't hear me. 

"Why?" She asked back as she held her hands and straightened her shoulders. 

I shrugged, "I don't know, your skin looks really smooth...you just...you look too perfect. Have you ever had plastic surgery? I mean, I don't judge, sometimes I get that you're not happy with yourself." 

I chuckled softly as I looked around at the guards who all gave me stoic faces and I just rolled my eyes as I looked back at her. 

"Are you not happy with yourself?" She asked me and I groaned as I realised where this was going. 

"You seem to really want to know what's happening in my life. Can't we do something that will benefit us both, because honestly, I could sit here all day and just look at you. I won't talk but your beauty is enough for me." 

She regarded me with her eyes before robotically nodding her head, "alright. How about this, with each honest fact you tell me, I tell you something about me." 

"Honestly?" I asked, noticing that she didn't add honestly to her part. She nodded, "how do I know you'll be honest?"

"If you are honest, I will be honest. If you are lying, no matter how well you think you're lying, I always notice. I am trained and I will instantly know, so I will lie back just as well as you have lied to me." 

I rubbed my chin before nodding, "ok, we have a deal," I said as I extended my hand for her to shake but she just stared at it and I took it back, "damn, you got a thing against handshakes?" I asked with humour. 

"Tell me about your childhood," she instructed. 

"I thought we were going to start small, with maybe first of all, what's my name and what's your name." 

"I don't need to know your name, I need to know you," she said and I thought that line would make a perfect slogan for some college or some shit. 

"Well," I paused because I was never really going to tell her about my childhood, "my childhood was...not the best. How was yours?" 

"It was great," she replied stoically and coldly. I knew she was lying and it bothered me. Maybe her childhood was terrible. What had she gone through? Was she an orphan? How does a woman as beautiful as her end up in this place? She should have been modelling. She should have the entire world celebrating her beauty. 

"You know," I paused, as I placed my arms on the table and tapped my fingers, "you're the kind of woman that should've been up there in the model industry with giants like Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks," I said to her, "I really think that's for you, Kitty." 

She just tilted her head. 

"I don't know," I said as I slapped the table, "that's just my opinion though." 

"I don't care about your opinion." 

I stared at her after her comment and then nodded, "my childhood was normal," I admitted truthfully, "my mum was a housewife, my dad worked a 9-5 job as an accountant. I always looked up to my older brother and wanted to be him, so I imitated him in everything I did." 

"I'm sure that used to irritate him," she said, her tone not as cold as it was before. 

I shook my head, "quite the opposite, he didn't mind it. He welcomed it," I said to her. 

"What did you and your brother do together?" She asked me and I frowned. 

"You aren't going to ask about how I became the American Don?" I asked her. 

"As I said, I'm just here to know you, not American Don you." 

What in the world was I doing? I asked myself as I actually wanted to tell her everything about me. I wanted her to know whatever she desired and I wanted her to know everything there was to know about me. Because I wanted...no, needed to know everything about her. 

"We rode bicycles, I had a small one, he had a big one and we would do everything together. We would go to the park with them, go to the mall with them, buy..." I kept silent as I looked into my hands, remembering the innocent and the good times between Axwell and myself, "he'd buy me ice cream and... coloured popcorn. You know, the usual things, young boys do." 

"That sounds wonderful," she replied, her tone soft now and I shook my head out of the memories. 

"Not all good things last, right," I said as I shrugged nonchalantly and then fell silent as I looked at the table and then back at her. 

She was watching me, observing me like I was some lab rat. I scanned her face as I thought of nothing but dirty thoughts. I've been in this place for almost two weeks, and not to say I haven't gone a much longer time without sex, but when I'm around Kitty, and I can see but I can't touch, it intrigues me and makes me want her even more. I craved her, craved what I would do to her if it was just the two of us and she was willing. 

"How was your childhood?" I asked back, "I've been honest and I want you to be honest with me." 

"It wasn't much of a childhood," she said stoically and I nodded. 

"Alright," I said, not wanting to hear anything, "can you tell me your name?" 

"The name's Kitty." 

"Your real name." 

"Time's up!" One of the guards yelled and I turned my head, glaring at him. 

All these motherfuckers are going to die when my brother gets here. I want him to kill every single one of them because I don't want to get my hands dirty with any of their filthy cheap blood. 

She just looked at me as her hand held out my mask and I reached over taking it, but making sure my fingers touched hers and drag the time when I took the mask from her, I smiled like a teenage boy when I touched her fingertips and she just watched me and I couldn't help but feel as though I'd touched the popular girl at school that every guy was crushing on. 

I put the mask on and smiled at her, "I can't wait to see you again, Beauty," I said to her, "can I call you that?" I asked her. 

"Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. 

"It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you."

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