Logan

Doing your daily protocol around the aisle 3 in the prison, you check up on misterious behaviour on the prisoners. Seemingly, the cells seem to be right and there is nothing bad that you are seeing. Most of the prisoners were asleep, until you encountered cell 45. The cell door was slightly opened and the room was empty. You always had its guts with that guy, he was troublesome and gave you so much painkillers everywhere when you dealth with him. A slight rush of blood cursed through your veins in worry that he escaped.

You ran fast in the looking of him, trying to look for your walkie talkie to inform the other officers but you left it at your office as well as your phone. "Damn it." Cursing beneath your breath, you hear steps in your direction, but it was dark making it difficult to see. Just as you get close to the direction, a hand grabs you and mouths your screams and protests, squirming in his hold.

"Mm!!" Was the only thing you could get out, the grip on you was strong and his hand was silencing you completely.