I am not a serial killer. I never heard of South Vulgar Prison. We didn't meet in that jail cell. We never got to 'the chair'. I am just a servant of his. If he asked me to kill, I will kill. If he asked me to love, I will love. If he wants me to be rough, I'll become a savage. If he wants me to be gentle, I'll become a saint. I am his lover. He's my young master. And this is the Vadislav's household. Their mansion. Their colony. Their world of terror. I am a part of it. I am Yuri Vadislav's bodyguard. And right now, I am sleeping in his bed with him wrapped around my arms. I was a saint and also a savage last night. My whole life, I dedicate it for him.

"Yuri, I had a weird dream last night," I told him.

He twitched a little and groggily opens his eyes. "About what, CJ?" He asked lazily.

"We were in prison," I told. "And it was crazy," I added with a smile. Yeah the dream was wild and crazy. It felt so real though. It felt long. Like I had been dreaming for weeks. Months, even. Maybe. I'm not sure. But that's not possible, right?

He laughs a little in his husky sleepy voice. It sounds alluring and I'm beginning to feel the erection underneath. "Heh. That'll be the last place I'll ever get to. I won't survive a day in there," he commented. He snuggles closer to me and jolted in surprise to the realisation that I'm erected. "Um.. CJ, mozhet byt too early, da?" He instigated.

I laugh, abashed by my uncontrollable desire for him. "Ya znayu," I replied. "No, ya mogu, Yuri?" I asked, casting aside my embarrassment. Yes, it's too early in the morning. But damn it. I want him.

He smiles and he turns to face me on the bed. Damn that doll-like beauty of his. Damn those pretty eyes. I feel so lost. "Da, moya lyubov," he answered. And I lost control. The moment the word 'love' slipped from his mouth, I caught his lips with mine and kiss him roughly. When we broke the kiss, he looks at me teasingly. "Prison dream turns you on?" He teased.

"Net," I denied. "Eto ty turn me on," I answered. It was the truth. It wasn't the dream. It was his voice, his body, his being that turn me on. Everything his. Everything Yuri. Pulling him closer into my arms, I kiss the nape of his neck and smile as I witness him quiver. One of my hand dives down to wrap around his dick and slowly, yet firmly; rub it up and down. He hikes up his ass a little to me, grinding it against my erected dick. I know he wants it in. But he'll have to wait. I'm in the mood to prolong his craving.

I begin to suck the soft thin skin on his neck as I push him face-down to the bed. He moans underneath me. When I let go of the suck, his skin is bruised red and I lick my lips from the aftertaste of his sweet and salty sweat. I love the taste of him. I lock his hands behind him and hold them firmly so he couldn't move. Knowing that I already have full control over him, I slide down towards his ass, slightly tapping his hip and he willingly spreads his legs for me. I like seeing how submissive and vulnerable he is right in front of me. I spread his buttcheek and begin to lick his hole, drowning myself in the sounds of his moan. He tries to break free but I'm holding him down with one of my hands while the other is used to still keeping his buttcheeks spread. I tease him a little, not putting all of my tongue in but only slightly licking the outer part. I hear frustration in his mouth. Now, darling, tell me, why would I give you what you want...yet?

I smile and rise up to watch him quivering. He wants more, I know. But I love to watch him growing impatience. "Stop teasing, CJ," he ordered. I snicker a little at his demand. "Tell me, what do you want, Yuri?" I teased. "You sadist!" He spat. I laugh at his reaction and he still tries to break free. "I'll fucking kill you once I'm free," he warned. "Uh uh, if you'll ever be free," I teased. "So, tell me. Tell me what you want," I asked again. He blushes red. I know he hates it when I do this but I can't help myself. His embarrassment is my some kind of an achievement for me. I want to see him embarrass. I want to see him blush. I want to see him submit his whole self to me. I want to be in control of him. "Just do it," he demanded. "Do what, Yuri?" I asked. "Fucking," he simply answered this time. "First, promise me you won't kill me if I let you go," I teased again. He laughs a little at my childish request. "I promise I will kill you," he said. "..if you don't let go."

And I just let him go, no matter what he said. Just as immediate, as expected, he shoots up from where he was and pins me down to the bed. His fingers are wrapped around my neck but they're not tightening. I only smile at him for what he is doing. "You asshole!" he cursed and I only laugh at him. "I love you," I said. He looks away. His grip is loosening. So I pull his ass up a little and push my dick into him while he is still on top of me and his fingers still mildly wrapped around my neck. He begins to move up and down as he moans. Sometimes he tightens his grip on my neck, sometimes they're loosen. In all honesty, he can kill me anytime he wants. I am already his. So I close my eyes and feel the rhythms of our bodies united beating a steady beat. In a matter of time, our pace will increase. But for now, we'll dance to the slow beat. Until we both lose it. Until we both lost. Until the music stopped.

Despite it all, at the back of my head, I can still hear the distant ring of the sirens. When I close my eyes, I can still see the blinking red lights among the narrow corridors. I can still feel myself holding tightly to the pipe in my hands for self-defense. I can still feel the surge of panic. I somehow know that I'm not supposed to be here. Am I?