Tw: Andrew

Lucia sat in her bedroom as she waited for the cookies to finish baking.

She looked in her mirror and smiled for a second. She was trying on all of the cloths she was never allowed to wear when Andrew was around.

She reminded herself to not get comfortable. She knew how persuasive Andrew could be, and how he most likely wouldn't be staying in the slammer for long.

But while he was gone, why not make the most of it?

Lucia was wearing grey sweat pants and a t shirt.

Much simpler than the fancy outfits that took too long to put on that Andrew forced her to wear.

She rummaged around in her closet, finding her wedding dress. She teared up a little and hugged it. The day she got married to Andrew was the best and worst thing that has ever happened to her.

For one, she got a wonderful son.

But on the other hand, ever since, her life has been miserable.

She smiled at the dress slightly, putting it back in the closet, looking through everything.

A part of her wanted Andrew gone.

But the other part had hope in him.

And a tiny part still loved him.

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Andrew looked at the wedding ring he had on.

He thought of the seductress he had just met.

He took the ring off, and hid it.

Maybe he had a chance with her?

She walked back into the room, and the officer opened the cell, letting her back in.

'Maybe we could be partners in crime.' He thought.

"Hey there pretty boy." She smirked, walking over to him, sitting next to him instead of on top of him.

"So, what are you in here for?" She asked.

"Abuse and rape." He said simply.

She smirked. "Oooh, I like the way you think, i'm in here because I killed a few people. Abused my daughter a lot. Drove her into suicide. She was pretty wacked up, it was for the better."

"Heh, Nobody knows this, but...I killed my daughter. She was blind, barely five years old when it happened. Ran her over on purpose and forced a couple of kids to hep me with it. They knocked out my weirdo son who tried to protect her, i'm surprised that he didn't get brain damage. It was pretty brutal. He probably had a few broken bones, but I didn't care. I just let him limp around for a few weeks. His mom was really concerned. I told her it was nothing to worry about."

"Wow, i'd love to know more about this story..." She said, seeming interested, scooting closer to him.

"Heh, alright lady-"

"It's Sarah."

"Pretty name. I'm Andrew."

"Thanks, nice to meet you."

A/n: imagine people actually bonding over killing and abusing children like wtf