James Madison's POV

"He's sick! How could any sane person possibly do this to another person?", one of the cops says.

"Relax, there's still a chance it wasn't him.", another one says. He lowers his voice. "I'll get him to break. On a different note, you should make sure suspects like him don't know they're a suspect. They're oblivious to anything that's not going on in their head."

I straighten up. Footsteps near the door. A click resonates through the room as the door opens and a tall man walks in. I look at his name tag. Jefferson. Hm. He takes a seat across from me. He starts asking me questions, calmly at first but eventually he gets harsher, basically browbeating me at this point.

"...AND YOU KNOW WHAT? IT'S SUCH A SHAME THAT YOU'RE A PSYCHOPATHIC MANIAC BECAUSE I COULD ACTUALLY SEE MYSELF WITH YOU!", he takes a deep breath and sits down. He probably doesn't realize what he just said.

I get up, having to bend over since my hands are cuffed to the table. "So you wouldn't mind if I did this would you?" Jefferson looks at me, face full of confusion before I lean over and kiss him gently. He kisses back after a moment of initial shock. I let my eyes flutter closed after his eyes close. He pulls away for breath before leaning back in.

**Two months later**

He pins me against the wall, hungrily kissing me. His tongue swipes against my bottom lip, flicking slightly at the taste of blood but still going nonetheless. He pulls away because of some stupid rule that humans need oxygen, although if the right people are restricted from it it can be quite amusing. "Who's this?", he asks, referring to the blood on my cheek. He swipes his tongue over it gently.

"You know your partner Jay? We won't be hearing from him anytime soon."

He smiles before going back in for a kiss. I nibble on his bottom lip. Thomas pulls away and leads me into his room for some 'punishment'. More browbeating, using words like 'whore', 'slut', and others within that category, occurs that night. He knows I love it.

A/N

MICHA WE TALKED ABOUT THIS LAST CHAPTER. NO. BAD MICHA. GO TO YOUR CORNER. why am I ordering myself around like this? Anyway there's two today because I didn't get around to doing one on Friday and I'm not updating this on weekends. Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Browbeat- intimidate (someone), typically into doing something, with stern of abusive words.