"Let's go." I demanded of Ricky as I opened his office.

He's not too keen on the idea of being told what to do. However, since he's trying to win me over again, he's behaving. With a sigh, he pushed himself away from his desk. "Where?" He asked.

"You'll see." I responded, heading back down the hall.

Though I needed him with me, I wasn't going to wait for him. You could probably apply that same sentence to our marriage. He can't choose now to wake up and start giving a shit about me again. I don't care if he was possessed or infected by this evil... whatever it is. Maybe if he hadn't started acting like a dick in the first place, he wouldn't have been attracted to him. Yes, I know I'm being unreasonable. When you're pissed at someone, it's easy to fault them for anything and everything.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked as he struggled to keep up with me, "Why are you suddenly pissed at me again?"

"Why didn't you tell me about what you did to Manson and Twiggy?" I snapped at him.

He lost his words in shock. Yeah, fucker, I just caught you in one of your many lies. "What exactly do you think I did?"

"Think? I know you did it. They would have no reason to lie to me." I replied, "You tortured Manson, you made Ryan torture him, so he'd tell you where Twiggy was. Then you sent him to one of the most dangerous prisons in the states."

"And he was the most dangerous one in there!" He responded, "A week after he was put in Terre Haute, the inmate suicide rate when up forty percent. Don't you dare tell me that was just coincidence. He's a different kind of dangerous than you are. I wouldn't expect you to understand though."

I stopped at the clearance door, turning to him with my arms crossed, "Understand what exactly?"

Ricky sighed, "There are things in this world that you can't see, and you can't control. I don't even know what they are because I'm just a pawn in a very big game of fates. All I know is that I'm the pawn they use to keep those things in check."

I stared at him for a moment with contempt in my eyes. "Is that why you married me? Am I one of those things you have to 'keep in check'?"

"Yes, but that's not the reason I married you. I married you because I love you, and because I don't want those things to hurt you." Ricky set his hand on my arm but I shrugged it off. He gestured towards the door, "I take it you're bringing me to see Kuza?"

Silently, I swiped my key card through the door's lock. I glanced over at him and tried to forget my anger. "You tell me there's things I don't understand. Well, you don't understand what they've done to him. You have to see it for yourself. I know you don't love him like I do, but I just want you to imagine how you'd feel if it was someone you loved."

Ricky didn't say anything. He's back to himself but in the process, he's let so many lies slip. I should've known better. You can't trust a cop, even a glorified one. I fell in love with a cheat. He probably feels the same way about me. Yet, he keeps on loving me and trying to make this better. That's what makes it so damn hard. Just let me hate you, goddamn it! We have a fucking dysfunctional relationship.

All of the others were pretty happy when Kuza and I started to see each other as more than just fuck buddies. The trust is, up until Ricky gave me a reason to need someone else to love, Kuza and I were a mess together. Things change, I suppose. The amount of push and pull our relationship had suffered should have never led to us falling in love.

I led him up to the door. Though the guard probably should've said something about no other visitors, he didn't. Ricky could probably fire him with the wave of his hand.

"Keep your distance. I doubt he wants to see you." I grumbled as I unlocked the door.

"I understand." He softly responded.

I'd hope he'd cut him some slack. We still don't really know what happened between the two of them. Ricky thought Kuza went after him. From the little footage we did have, we know now that's not true. I think figuring that out really fucked him up. He genuinely thought he was the victim. I have no clue what he did to Mike when those cameras were down.

They'd already drugged him for the day. He was sat in the corner, pushing himself into it as much as possible. I think it comforts him to have his back against the wall like that. Whenever I had to be put in solitary, it would be that way for me. Nothing comforts like touch. I knelt down beside Kuza.

"Hi, Baby." I kept my voice low because I'm sure he still had a headache. He seemed so tired. there were bags under his eyes and his face was starting to turn gaunt. I gently guided him to rest his head on my chest. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Now that you're here." He murmured, "I'm so tired of fighting."

"We're going to get you out of here. I promise. I know what you did for Ricky now. You weren't trying to hurt him. You were trying to save him from what's trying to hurt you now. Isn't that right?" I asked.

Kuza nodded, "It can't take me like it took him... That makes it pissed."

"Devin," Ricky spoke, "Are you going to tell me what happened? Obviously you've figured it out."

"No, I haven't." I responded as I petted my hand over my baby's hair, "But I have a decent idea of what did. Twiggy told me what he could before he started to get too worked up. There's a difference between bad people and bad souls. We're bad people, but what's been trying to hurt Kuza, is a bad soul. Somehow it got control of you. When it caused you to pick a fight with Mike, I guess it didn't realize who it was picking a fight with. The only way to get it out of someone's body is to drain it out. That's why he bit you.

Now, it's pissed at Kuza and tortures him every second he's in here. He told me loud noise makes it go away. That's why he screams constantly. He also said it doesn't like me so it leaves when I'm here."

Hesitantly, Ricky knelt down in front of Kuza. He still kept some distance to be respectful. "You were trying to save my life and this is how I repaid you. I... I'm so sorry... I don't know what to say."

"Actions speak louder than words. Fix this. Get him out of here." I replied, "I want to show you something. Can you sit up for me, Baby?"

Kuza would do anything I asked, even when he was doped out like this. He loved me so damn much. I wanted to kill Ricky for putting him in here but at least he finally has seen what I do. Kuza sat up on his knees. I undid the buckles on his straight jacket, then unzipped the front. As I pulled it off of him, I heard Ricky gulp. It was much worse than the last time I saw it.

The scratches on his chest had opened into massive gashes. It looked like fucking Wolverine chopped him up. The border of the cuts were black with spiderweb veins emerging from them. It's no wonder why he's become so weak. He couldn't stay in that position long and crumbled back into me.

"As horrid as these might be, they could be his way out. If he needs medical attention, they have to give it to him." Ricky said.

"How long will it take you, then?" I asked.

"I don't know," He shrugged, "An hour or two? If it's not an emergency, I have to get it approved. You said that this thing, this demon I suppose, it leaves him alone when you're with him?"

"That's what he told me."

"Alright. Stay here with him. I'll tell the guard you're allowed to stay. I'll be back as soon as I can." He replied.

It felt like a miracle, honestly. I was worried we wouldn't get him out of here until his set sentence was up. By then, this thing might just have managed to kill him.

"Thank you." I told Ricky, "I don't think he can take much more."

"I'll hurry, then." He responded as he got up.

There's always the possibility that they would deny his request but I highly doubt that. They value us all too much to let one of us die. If they did let him die, I would kill every single one. I'd burn this goddamn building down. I've finally gotten more than five minutes with my love and that means more to me than Ricky knows. He might be on thin ice with me but at least he's not leaving Kuza for dead.

"Come on, Baby. Let's lay down." I softly spoke to him.

It was a concrete floor. So, it's not exactly the best bed in the world, but I didn't care as long as i was with him. I laid down on my back and he snuggled up to my chest. Mike was whimpering a little from the pain of the cuts being exposed. It'd probably hurt a lot more to recover him and I'm sure he's sick of being in a straight jacket.

"Just sleep. You need it." I whispered to him as I gently stroked his hair.

"I'm scared to. It makes me see things I don't want to see." He murmured, "It keeps making me have nightmares about you."

"About me?"

"That it took you away from me." He replied, "It makes me have dreams that I killed you or that you killed yourself."

"Baby, that's never going to happen. I promise. I know you'd never hurt me, and I'm not going to leave you. I love you too much. You're going to make yourself a lot worse if you don't get some sleep. It can't hurt you while I'm here. And I promise, I'm not going anywhere."

"Please don't... I love you."

"I love you, too, Mike. Now, go to sleep." I lulled him.

What he told me, it was so chilling. Almost every time he opens his mouth anymore he tells me something that breaks my heart. This demon, it has control over even our dreams. I suppose that's the reason why I've had the nightmares I did. If it was with me in Scranton, it couldn't have been with Ricky at the same time. Unless there's two of them, or it can be in two places at once. Fuck if I know.

Kuza did manage to fall asleep but I was wide awake. This thing can only hurt me in my dreams, I'm guessing. It won't even approach me unless I'm sleeping. Kuza is such a strong spirit. To see how this thing has broken him down to be nearly like a child makes me ill. I don't want to know what else it's capable of.