Obsession of Prisoner VII
Mason sat across from me, watching me, smirking and his eyes seemed knowing.
"How was your shower?" He asked, unable to keep his joy and excitement out of his voice.
I bit my inner cheek, fighting back my smirk, "hot."
He grinned, knowing exactly what I meant, "how many times are you going to see her?"
"Three times a week," I said as I turned and lay down on the bed, slowly, because the bruises were still fresh and my back felt swollen.
"I'm jealous, seeing that face three times a week, fucking blessing if you ask me."
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