CAGED WOLF' inmate 0-7-7-4-1 (r18)
Not even his lawyer, who'd only ever wanted the parts that fit neatly into a defense strategy, the parts that made for a good closing argument.
"We argued," Ricki said, testing each word before he let it loose. "My roommate. Stupid stuff. Rent, dishes, nothing that should've mattered. Then it wasn't stupid anymore, I don't even know when that happened, and something came up in me that tasted like metal in the back of my throat. Hot, like biting down on a battery." He stopped, swallowed hard enough to feel it click in his throat. "After that there's nothing. No memory. I woke up on the floor covered in blood that wasn't mine, and he was gone, and I didn't know how any of it happened."