Twist around my wrist.. Over the back of my hand and brush across my knuckles.. Over and over…

Crazy, I wind my rope.

I sit in a cell and wind rope. No one bugs me, they think I'm a little too weird. I've never tried to choke myself, so no one bothers me or try to take away my rope ..It makes me feel like I'm actually on those cops level, being trusted and all..

They don't know what they've gotten themselves into, though.

I wind rope to pass the time. The rough feeling of it makes me smile as I spin it between my hand and leg, watching the rope rub my skin raw is a powerful feeling too.

Maybe it's not called winding rope. I'm not sure what it's called, but I'm close to be done.. It's only a foot long and two inches thick, I can't do any damage with it, promise...

They open the cell and push some filthy man in here. He's screaming at them to let him go, to let him out..

My rope's done. I stand up, and walk up behind him. I can feel the blood from my rubbed raw skin sliding down my leg.. Ooh, it feels nice..

I grip the rope between my hands and suddenly pounce on the man. He's six foot five, and I'm five six. I look like a backpack on the mans back, but that doesn't matter because he's turning blue as I choke him and I'm laughing.

The cops are yelling at me to let him go.. They're opening the cell...The man falls back and I jump off his back, still holding the rope in my hands.

"Give me the rope, come on.." the cute, young cop says. I smile at him and slowly walk towards him. He's got his gun out, aww.. He doesn't trust me.

I hold the rope out to him, and as he slowly reaches for it, I suddenly kick him in the stomach. He flies into the bars... Hm, too much power, I think..

I turn on the older cop who has his gun pointed at me too. I'm still holding the foot long rope.. It's covered in my blood and looks gross I'm sure.. but I like it.

"Come .. the rope and no one gets hurt." he said. His voice was deep, and reminded me of someone..

I almost drop it, then frown. "But he's already hurt, along with him." I say, pointing the cop and the prisoner.
He shifts his weight. "Yes, but no one else will get hurt if you drop the rope." he said, cocking his gun.

"Now now, you wouldn't shoot a girl who's unarmed, would you?" I asked, tying the rope around my wrist, smiling slightly. He looks kind of stunned as I say that.

I step closer, holding my arm out to him. "You can take it, if you want it."

He shifted, then stepped closer and with one hand started to untie the rope. When it was off, I grabbed his wrist he held the gun in and twisted it, snapping his wrist. He howled in pain and I punched him in the jaw, knocking him out. He fell in a heap and I picked up my rope, tying it around my arm again.

I heard the other prisoners howling that I should let them out. I walked along their cells, flicking the bars with my rope, watching their expressions.

"If I let you out, I'll only kill you." I cooed to them, then turned and left the jail.

It was night, glorious night and I took off running. I had no shoes, since they took those from me, since I had hidden knives in there. Cops, such nervous creatures..

I ran for a long time, till I was in the middle of the city. Few people were walking around and moved out of my way, since well...I looked crazy.

After all, I had this rough patch of bleeding skin on my thigh, blood oozing down my leg, a bloody piece of rope around my wrist...Plus, I was only dressed in some shorts and a white suit shirt.. Perverted cops.

I walked along, my feet a bit scratched up from all the running I'd done. I wanted to kill someone again.. I hadn't killed anyone in a while.

I was sure the two cops and man were fine back at the jail. Someone would come find them later...I was actually surprised that they had so few cops there. There were a lot of guys in there who needed more supervision then that, really.

I walked for hours until it started to get light. I looked around for somewhere to hide and saw a young man walking towards a building. I followed him, quietly, like it was a normal thing to do. He was tall, about six foot three and his hair was hidden by a cap. He was wearing a long, gray trench coat with sneakers.. Hmm. Interesting taste, I suppose..

I followed him up to his room and watched him enter it, locking the door behind himself. I hid in a closet, watching it. It started to get brighter and brighter, and no one came out.. I guessed he was asleep, or not paying attention, so I moved to his door and slowly started to pick the lock. I had some tools hidden in my bra, which is something men don't check. Ha….
I soon had the door unlocked. I waited for a second, then slowly pushed it open before I slipped in and relocked the door, breathing slowly. I listened and heard the sound of someone sleeping and I smiled. I walked slowly into the living room. It looked nice, clean and organized...I pushed some magazines onto the floor and ruffled up his couch pillows before I went to his bathroom. I locked the door and took a shower, removing my clothes before doing so, of course. I scrubbed the blood from my leg, then washed my dirty hair before I slipped out and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around my body and pulled the bathroom door open and came face to face with the man of the house.

He had these beautiful, lime green eyes that made me smile. He had a strong jaw with soft looking lips and a strong roman nose. I leaned against the wall, watching him.

"What are you doing in my house? in my shower?" he asked, crossing his arms. I admired his strong, muscular chest.

"Oh well, I was dirty and needed a shower." I said, shrugging slightly, brushing my...oh, was it brown or red hair? I'd forgotten, I'd been so dirty for so long...I looked down at my pale hands, surprised by that too...

"Yeah, ok, but why in my house? I don't even know you." he said, frowning. I smiled and patted his chest.

"I'm sure you want to, though." I said, laughing a bit as I moved to pick up my clothes.
"Actually, I'd rather you were out of my house." he said, frowning as he watched me. I looked at him, then shrugged.

"I have to wash theses clothes, then dry off and I'll be gone, ok?" I said, trying to push past him. He grabbed my arms and slammed me against the wall. I squeaked, surprised. He was stronger then I guessed.

"You can't just walk in here and act like you own the place; you picked my lock, messed up my living room and used my shower like it was your own! What is wrong with you?" he asked, speaking calmly. But he couldn't hide his rage from his eyes and I saw it all there.

I grinned. "I'm a crazy person, I can do whatever the hell I want." I said, laughing softly as I tried to wriggle from his grip. He squeezed and I felt my hands go a bit numb...Cutting off the circulation, ouch, that wasn't cool.

"No, you can't; there are rules...and why did you come in here? of all places?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Ouch, you're hurting me!" I said, and for the first time in a long time, I could hear fear in my own voice, not someone else's.

"Good, because I am going to hurt you." he said, then dragged me from the room. He threw me onto his bed, growling. I was kind of confused; he looked very angry, ticked off...pissed. But he hadn't reached for his phone or anything...He had me on his bed now.
He stood at the end of the bed, glaring at me. "What?" I asked, sitting up, fixing my towel over my clean body. "Craving sex or something?" I joked, laughing.

"No, blood...and you smell like it." he said, crawling onto the bed and reaching for my still raw thigh. I blinked, ready to hit his head if he...ooh. He licked my skin.. that felt nice...I sighed, closing my eyes and laying back slowly. He licked over my thigh, sucking gently now and then. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

…The first I'd had in a long time…