Nathan's POV
Derrick kept to his promise. He provided me a bed in my cell, which had helped me. At least for the past one week, I haven't been sleeping on the cold floor.
As I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, I thought of Derrick… not like I wanted to think of him… it's just that I couldn't stop myself. It's been a week. Seven whole days, and I haven't seen him… he hasn't asked for me to be brought to him, and despite the fact I was happy about it, I somehow was worried and curious. Why hasn't he sent for me… what happened? Was he now tired of my body? It was supposed to be a relief if he was, but surprisingly, I wasn't relieved, and I hated it.
I sighed, and a silly thought played in my head. Does he have a new toy to fuck?
