Henry's face fell, and he looked at me eerily.
I grabbed his arm, dragging him to the mattress of his floor, pushing him down.
"First time showering here." I said with a sudden calm that stunned me, turning him so that he lay on his stomach, in front of me.
"The ward had turned around." I said as I pulled on his prison uniform pants.
When I had his muscular ass in front of me, I noticed that Henry didn't move at all, letting me once again do what I wanted.
"They attacked me." I pulled my own pants down.
"Then I saw a big man, with a boner, coming to me." My limp dick came into contact with his cheeks.
Nothing happened. Naturally, nothing happened. This fucking ass wasn't turning me on; naturally, I won't get hard like this. How could I get a boner when the MAN I hated was in front of me and I rectified a fucking traumatic memory? How could I, with a fucking MAN anyway?
"If it wasn't for my ability..." I made pushing motions, neither penetrating Henry nor giving me any satisfaction, as my voice broke.
Even if I had an erection, I doubt it would work that easily with a man. I am no rapist, this gives me nothing more than sorrow. This doesn't even hurt Henry, it hurts me the most.
In one fluid motion, Henry turned and grabbed me, hugging me.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled and tried to get myself out of his arms, but I couldn't, he was too strong for me. I was now straddling him, his arms imprisoning myself.
He didn't let go of me, and as if I had a sudden bout of rage, I bit down on his shoulder with all my might. I was only satisfied when I tasted blood.
"Sh…sh...shhh." He cradled me a bit, not reacting to the pain he should feel.
"I am sorry, now I am here. Sorry. Show them to me, I will get even for you, alright? I am your dog, aren't I?"
I didn't let go of him, and my eyes started to tear up. Fuck. I still don't know if my grandma is alright; I am stressed out by the white room, I hate it here, and I hate Henry.
The door opened.
"How did you come in?!" A guard bellowed. He came to me and tried to separate us, but Henry held me too tightly.
"We bribed a guard." Henry answered calmly.
The guard grabbed my hair and wanted to drag me away like this.
"STOP. I will let go." Henry hissed and lowered his arms. The guard stopped and grabbed me by my wrist before scoffing.
"So that in the yard was a lover's scrabble." He said, and when I looked at myself, I saw my pants were still pulled down, Henry was the same.
I licked my lips with Henry's blood on them and pulled my pants up as I was dragged to my cell, naturally only after Henry's cell was locked as well.
My body was searched, before I was locked up once more.
Pressing my palms against my eyes, I tried to overcome another emotional breakdown, and laid down on my mattress, but I was unable to sleep.
I still hate Henry, but not as much anymore after biting him, and after seeing that he was really behaving obediently. But I still didn't like him, and I still give him fault for everything that had happened to me.
And if something had happened to the old dragon, then that would increase his debt to me by a million times. Anyway, biting-wounds from people are especially toxic, so maybe I have already killed him off in the go.
If the dimensions broke down, if the end was near and the portals opened, if monsters came that were humans' counterparts, then everything would result in slaughtering ourselves. Now, I can't bring up any anticipation of the end of the world. Hopefully, this would change, I wanted to look forward to what was to come with a bloodthirsty grin instead.
"Who were the guys who wanted to rape you?" Henry asked.
"One of them is dickless." I said, staring at the ceiling amidst this dark light.
Henry laughed,
"I'm a bit sad for being unable to avenge you."
"If it hadn't happened, I would have been fucked." I said, being reminded of my own action just now, I just wanted to bury myself. Fuck, I think I have really lost it. Alone to pull the pants down of someone of the same sex.... Ugh. Thinking back on the two guys fucking in their cell, I felt unwell all over.
"Yes. Still, I feel like a bad dog."
"Still hung up on that? Just stay as my nemesis."
"No, I want to be your dog."
"Who wants you as his dog?" I got furious again. What crappy solitary cells; I don't feel solitary at all.
"You." He said boldly.
"No way."
"It was your idea."
"Cause I thought you hated it. Now that you like it, I don't want it anymore."
"Then I hate it again." Lies.
"Yeah, too late for that."
"No, I am really hating it. Grr."
"The apocalypse won't kill me, it is the second-hand embarrassment of your behavior."
"Why are you embarrassed when I am not?"
"Cause it's called second-hand embarrassment, you idiot."
He chuckled,
"You believe it too, right?"
"Yeah, the apocalypse had probably already started. But even then, regardless of where I go, even if I get free, I will forever be a convicted murderer in the eyes of the public."
He was silent for a few moments.
"No. When the people start to understand what is possible, we will tell your story. And now you have the twin brother of the victim as a witness on your side, that should be enough for people to believe."
"Yeah, just, I don't think anyone will care for my story then. Not fucking at all."