Brutus, the quiet giant of the prison that all gangs seem to respect and leave alone. For one good reason: he is huge. Over 7 feet tall and nearly as ...ide, big hands and made of muscles. His skin is a dark chocolate, smooth but also intimidating. Nonetheless, he keeps to himself mostly. Picks no fights with anyone and so, no one is dumb enough to pick a fight with him.Except this one. Before their guard is back, Brutus has Gunger and his goonies on the ground and groaning with broken bones. He. So we just sat in front of him in a single bed, chatting with him while he was sitting on the sofa. We talked about Hemal, schooling, and childhood.We cracked many jokes and laughed out loudly embarrassing Hemal a little. While talking he came to know about me too. He came to know about where I worked, where I lived and other details about my job. But after a little while, I observed his eyes roaming on my body, on my thighs, sometimes on my boobs.I could observe lust in his eyes, and I. ' I liked. Not much had changed.Page 5. I'd already selected my little twenty-two hand gun out of my briefcase kit and tucked it into my jacket pocket. I was used to confronting women with it and wasn't nervous at all, the way I'd been the first few times I'd kidnapped a female. I'd learned to control, to sublimate my sexual excitement, the thoughts of all the sweet and nasty and vicious things I'd be doing to her so as not to cloud my judgement nor impair my observations. As the days gone our relationship got a bit strong and we used to talk like lovers about personal things like menstruation and so on. It was difficult for me to meet her as she lives in hyderabad and me in tirupathi. So I want her to be near to me and introduced her to my sister. Now my sister and preethi are good friends. One day on festival I invited preethi to come to my home along with my sister and she readily accepted. It was sankranthi and now my girlfriend is at my home. As we use to.