Bluebarnowl

1. Lucas Kane sat quietly in his cell, waiting. The dark-haired, scruffily handsome convict had books, and porn mags, and even a dodgy old TV inside a wire cage, but none of it interested him. He was waiting for her to walk by. Right now the pretty young guard was the one thing he cared about. Well, that and getting out of this place. But there was no point thinking about that. Unless... He rubbed the stubble on his cheeks - no razors in here, of course; just an old electric shaver that barely worked - and thought about all the things he'd like to do with that little minx. If only they had met under better circumstances. Like a kidnapping. On the outside, kidnapping pretty young women had been Lucas's thing. He loved everything about it: loved the planning, and the hunt, and the sudden thrilling grab, and then the tight bondage afterwards. He loved having them in his power and seeing their fear and humiliation. He loved tightening their bonds and watching them squirm helplessly.