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the rules to suit me. Holt and the others let me get away with it. I’m a bad habit, one none of them understand how to shove back into a box. Which is a good thing. Which was the plan.
    I’m special. A special prisoner.
    Special privileges, special obligations.
    Like tonight…
    I got the phone call today. The go-ahead. The confirmation.
    Tonight will be…trying, but today is Angel.
    She’s got tight shoulders. Tiny shoulders. My hands fit around them so thoroughly, I’m scared I’ll break her.
    Maybe she’s scared, too, because as I massage, her muscles tremble.
    “How can I not be scared,” she says. “Considering where I am…”
    Her voice is so soft. Trailing off. My hand are overtaking her.
    I lean down close enough to smell her hair. Something soft and warm, like flowers in the sun.
    “No one will ever hurt you while I’m here, Angel.”
    “What about a riot?” she almost slurs.
    I’m so glad I did this. My thumbs rub a line on either side of her spine, and she leans over even further. “There won’t be another riot while you’re here. If something comes up, we’ll reschedule. I won’t put my needs above your safety.”
    “The other day,” she says, “your needs were… You were rough with me.”
    I sit up straighter. Dig my fingers in a little harder. Remember how to find air with my lungs.
    “The other day was a fuck up,” I murmur. Shame spreads through my head like so many cobwebs—and at the same time, I’m getting hard remembering. “The other day I was an animal. You were an animal. I was angry and my mind was somewhere else—where it was all—more straightforward.” In that place I go where consequences melt away, at least for some amount of time. Where I’m what I became that night she held me. Where nothing matters. I close my eyes and inhale slowly.
    “Annabelle. Do you know what these things are like in prison?” I lean down, touching my forehead to her soft hair. “You should never know, Angel. Tell me—why did you come back here?”
    My fingers, now pressing all around her shoulder blades, stop.
    Horror strikes me. “Were you…hurt before?”
    “Hurt?” she says.
    “Is that why you liked it rough? What I did?”
    She’s still for a long moment while my soul riots. Then she shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s why.”
    “Holt was right. I wanted him to tell you things were mended. That coming back here wasn’t a necessity. It is a necessity,” I correct, “it is a necessity that I touch you, but I wanted you to have a chance to back out.”
    “I did,” she whispers.
    “And you didn’t take it.” My voice is a growl now. I’m becoming animal again. This is what she does to me. “Why didn’t you take your out, Angel?”
    She bows her head. I want to bite the back of her neck. I cup her shoulders. Rub…
    I’m not breathing.
    Why did you come back for this? Why did you come back for me?
    I remember her hair and her eyes and the stars flung up above us and the smell of blood. It could be blood from them . It could be the blood I wash off my hands after tonight. If there is any justice in this world, it will be my own blood sometime soon. Karma will catch up with me, and I’ll pay for all my crimes.
    I can’t sit still like this. I stop rubbing. Get down, so I’m standing beside her. I frame her flawless angel face with my hands.
    “I’m going to kis s you now, Angel. My tongue against yours. My mouth over your mouth. My lips bruising your lips.” I flick my eyes at the door. “I’ll give you one last chance to go. If you stay, I’ll fuck you hard.”
     
    *
     
    Annabelle
     
    “I want to stay.”
    I look at him and I feel down in my bones that I’m making the wrong move. Not because I’m afraid of him. Because of where we are. Because of where we’ve been. He may not remember that night, but I’ll never forget it. In fairy tales and myths, sometimes there are people meant to spin around each other, their cycles intertwined. Pleasure