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I'd followed everyone else. I never went for what I really wanted.
    I had spent an entire lifetime trying to please others with what I thought they wanted.
    When I got here, things changed.
    To have no one but yourself is a lonely and yet fulfilling feeling. This place gave me the ability to find myself, a chance to truly think about what I wanted for once.
    And now, what I wanted was Charlie. Her entire body had overrun my brain, to the point where no other thoughts flowed. I pictured my hands running through her hair and softly down her neck.
    Her collar bone... It makes my cock so fucking hard.
    That part of a woman's body is the sexiest, it's always made me tremble inside. I can't help but want to nibble on it.
    I could see it the other day. The shiny, red silk blouse she wore had slipped to the side, exposing her bare skin. I wanted to make her body shiver, feel her flesh sweat from the arousal I'd cause.
    Was all of this just because I hadn't been around a woman for so long?
    It had to be. Why else would I lust for a stranger so quickly?
    The muffles around me grew louder. I lifted my head to watch my surroundings for a moment. One of the guards to my left yelled at the cluster of guys in the back corner. I couldn't make out exactly what was going on, I just assumed it was a fight.
    There was a lot of that around here, one testosterone driven man against the next.
    The yelling intensified until one of the guards intervened. It took the guard threatening to spray them with mace before the crowd dispersed.
    Once the multitude of voices faded to a normal volume, the men scattered around the cafeteria; back into their self-imposed separation.
    I looked down at my food, prodding it. I wasn't interested in the commotion, I'd never egged on a fight or involved myself in any disputes.
    Normally, this whole meal would be gone in a blink. I was eager to go back to my cell to get away from these animals. But my appetite today was invisible, the grumbles I would normally hear in my gut didn't exist lately.
    Charlie filled me, she replaced my need to eat—to drink. I had to have her or I'd starve.
    Somehow, I'll claim her for myself.
    Otherwise, it was likely I'd go insane... if I didn't starve first.
    “Hey, Owen, you see that man?” The voice rose from behind my right shoulder. I didn't answer at first. I'd heard him, but I had been so far in my own head I had to climb back out.
    “Owen? You alright, man?” The speaker was a tall, slender man with a nose half the size of his own face. He called himself Vince, and embezzlement was his crime of choice.
    His hair was kept short and tight against his head and he had a high-class walk. He always held his arms around his waist, like he was carrying a stack of books.
    That's a habit you get as an accountant or banker. It didn't matter what the actual job was, so long as it involved wearing a suit and a lot of money.
    After spending so much time here I had a general idea of what any new comer had done previously in their life before. It was all in how they carried themselves. They wore their status in their stride and appearance.
    “What?” I asked as I tried to pull myself to the present and focus on the figure next me.
    “Did you see that? Fucking Ricardo,” Vince said, the last part under his breath.
    “Nah, I didn't and I don't really care to.” It wasn't my problem, if it didn't involve me I didn't give a shit. I wasn't here to make friends, my only worry was escaping.
    “That guy is such a fucking asshole. He really thinks he's in charge of everyone here. Trying to push the new guy around, I don't get it.” He began to examine the 'steak' that rested on his tray. “I bet this is rat. There's no way this is an actual piece of meat. I get that we're in here for punishment, but come on. I wouldn't even feed this to a stray dog.” He poked his food as if he expected it to jump off his plate and runaway.
    “Yeah, well, it's better than nothing,” I said.
    “Really?