"Are the cells here as comfy as the ones at the department?"
"Oh yes. Wait till you see the showers. Make sure not to pick up the soap, though." The officers laugh and push him forward
"Are you kidding me? Getting it roughly from behind while being under the shower? How can I say no to that."
"Yikes... just keep walking, you freak."
Ryder rolls his eyes and chuckles while winking at one of the female officers. They guide him to a hall where they forced him to take off his clothes and change into the inmate uniform.
"Eh... orange isn't my color. Don't you have anything else?" He says while taking off his shirt. But the officers pay no attention to him. He continues to take off his clothes till he was only left in his boxers.
"This too?" He bit his lower lip while smirking at the officer. She blushes slightly and tries to speak up without her voice getting shaky.
"Yes," She says in a stern voice.
"Alright then. You just had to ask." He winks and pulls them down.
"Even though I like them to beg for it." He chuckles and kicks them off while putting his hands on his hips.
"Hope y'all like this view? Impressive, I know."
The officer pushes him forward to the showers, where they tell him to get clean before putting on the uniform. After that, they double-check his body for anything sharp or something that could help him escape.
"Usually, I have to pay for these types of treatments."
"God, can you please shut up?"
"You guys are honestly boring as hell. Why can't y'all be more like the cops in Superbad? Do you know Superbad? No?" He looks to the cop behind him as they walk him to his cell.
"What about you, hottie." He stares down at the officer's ass, who walks in front of him.
"You aren't chatty, are you?"
"Just get inside." She says and holds the cell door open for him.
"There is just something about female cops that I love so much... Usually, I love taking control but being bossed around by women like you just hits different."
"You know what else hits different?" The policeman behind him goes in for a slap, but Ryder sees it coming and dodges it. He turns around quickly and kicks the guy's legs to the side, making him trip."
"It would hit different if you didn't announce it," He cracks up laughing and gets into his cell. His back facing the officers, he holds his wrists close to the bars so they could remove the handcuffs.
When his arms are finally free, he rubs his wrists.
"I love handcuffs." He says in a deep voice.
The officers make sure the cell is locked and walk back to their office.
"Hey," Ryder whispers to the woman. She looks back at him.
"Always down for some action." He winks at her and leans back onto the wall of his cell.
Angry at his flirtatious comments and the fact that she could not control her body's reactions, she stomps away, leaving him there with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Presence
"Wow, uncle. I knew from school that he is a bad person. But he sounds... disgusting."
"Was disgusting. He is dead."
"Oh. I didn't know... I haven't really done any research about him," Sam says and rubs her neck.
"Maybe that's for the best." Mr. Knight responses quietly while taking another sip of his whiskey.
2018
The night is hot and quiet. A clear sky let the moonlight into the cells, shining down at Ryder's body. Most of the inmates were sleeping except for...
"Fuuuuuuuck..." Ryder screams in his bed. The halls are filled with the sound of his voice while he continues to use his hand to fan air on his face. The air is thick and hot, and he can't open the windows.
"Oooooh myyyyy gooood... can't y'all afford a damn a.c.??" He groans while laying there with no energy left in his body. He keeps kicking against his metal bed, causing it to collide with the prison wall.
"Guard!" He hears somebody yell and puts his hand behind his head, listening to the inmate complaining to the guards about his screaming.
One of them makes their way to his cell and kicks the bars with her foot.
"Hey, Law! Do that shit in silence, will you?" She spits angrily. Due to the darkness, she can barely see him. All she can see is the outline of his body and a glimpse of his abs and chest, which reflect the moonlight.
"What? You mean dying?" he gets up and walks towards the bars with his body fully exposed and sweaty "... you make it very hard for me. I need some air." He groans, leaning against the bars.
"You like what you see?"
"Put your clothes back on."
"Not doing anything illegal." He smirks.
"Better get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll take your mugshot, and I bet the princess wants her beauty sleep for it."
"I don't, but thanks for the concerns." He shrugs and walks back to his bed to put on his clothes. He uses the jacket by holding it underwater and wiping away the sweat from his body.
After finishing to wash his torso, he lays back on his uncomfortable bed, looking out of the window.
When the officer said they would take the mugshot of him tomorrow, he didn't show it, but he was going crazy. He can not let any pictures of him get leaked or documented. Of course, there could have been pictures of him out already, but if he can, he will try his best not to let that happen.
6:30 AM
The next day, five officers stood in front of his cell and opened the door. One of the guys walks up to the sleeping criminal and kicks the foot of his bed.
"Wake up."
"Mmhhh..." Ryder mumbles and rolls over. He looks up to the guard and yawns, stretching himself.
"Can I get a few minutes to get rid of my morning wood? I had the wildest dream ever."
"You're gross. Now get up."
"Fine. Gotta walk around with tight pants all day then." He complains and props himself up. He looks at the officers, a wicked smirk appearing on his face.
"Aww... so many of you came just for me?"
"Would you just get up, Law?" A female officer sighs. He rolls his eyes and walks to the sink to get his hands a bit wet. He starts by washing his face and neck, follows by slicking his hair back. But it would only fall back into his face again.
"I need a haircut..."
"You don't have that privilege."
"I'm never allowed to do anything." He complains again, finishing up. He looks at the officers, thinking about tons of ways and strategies to escape every one of them.
"Aight. Here goes nothing."