"Something you regret?" The C.O., Holtler, stared at Vivienne's pale face like he was waiting for a smirk.

"Put me in the SHU? That's such a ridiculous revenge for your own obsession with queer things," Vivienne said flatly, not even looking at him.

"Pen is the sick one," he said, his tone firm. "You should be grateful to me. I just helped your soul out of lesbian troubles." He smirked like he'd just done something heroic and was waiting for applause.

But Vivienne crushed his little fantasy.
"I'm going to eat your soul..." she murmured — then suddenly screamed, "and SHIT it out!"

She stepped closer.
"Girls like me?" She locked eyes with him, her hands tightening with hidden rage. "Girls like me are always into tall, hot girls." Her gaze trembled with excitement. "That's what we fucking love. And ignorant, pretentious, lesbian-obsessed men like you are always left behind — and that's why you make these pathetic claims that people like me are 'sick.'"

She laughed, her voice shaking with adrenaline.
"You think if I'm not with those girls, I'd be your girlfriend, huh? Old man?"

She turned and walked back to her bunk, leaving  shamed and confused.