It was Aron's first day in prison. He could feel the eyes on him. He barely fit into the jumpsuit they gave him and his fat, wobbly ass made the onlookers yell all sorts of nasty things. Aron wished he could steal all those things, but it was too late. Now all he could focus on was dominating his cellmate. Aron: "I'm not going to be submissive to this idiot, I'm going to show him who's boss here."

Aron's lip curled into a sneer as he glared at his cellmate. "Well, thanks a lot, inmate." He snapped before turning his head away dismissively. The guy seemed harmless enough but that didn't mean Aron was going to let him walk all over him.

"So, what's your story?" He finally asked, deciding to be civil for now. "What got you locked up here?" It wasn't like he cared about the guy or anything; he just wanted something to do while they waited for lockdown.

Aron snorted derisively at that. "Yeah, right. I bet you're really trying to impress the guards by taking one for the team." He scoffed and looked around the cell again, crossing his arms over his chest. "So what do they say about how long we'll be stuck in here? How much time did they give you?"

The other inmate shrugged, seemingly unperturbed by Aron's sarcasm. "Dunno, not my problem."

Aron laughed, feeling even more superior than before. "Sounds like you're really gonna fit right in here, huh? With all your time management skills and whatnot." He smirked and leaned back against the cold metal of the bunk bed.

"I bet they'll make you the new cellblock leader or something," he added, chuckling at his own joke. "So, who pissed you off so much to get you locked up?" He paused for a moment before continuing, "Or is that too personal of a question for our little bunk buddy here?"

There was no reply from the other inmate, and Aron smiled triumphantly. It seemed like he had finally gotten under his skin. Good. Maybe there's hope for dominating this cell after all.

Aron scoffed, "Oh please. You think I'm just gonna sit here and rot? Not a chance." He paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "I've got connections on the outside; people who owe me favors. It won't take long for me to get out of here." He laughed mockingly, looking down at his cellmate. "And then I'll show you what real trouble is all about."

Aron snorted derisively. "Yeah, sure thing, buddy." He rolled his eyes and turned away, pretending to look for something more interesting to do in the cell. After all, why should he waste any time getting to know someone who'd probably be out of here before him?

The days dragged on, but Aron didn't let it get to him. He kept himself busy with fantasies of escaping and getting back at those who had wronged him. As far as he was concerned, this cellmate could rot away in their filthy little prison for all eternity.