Murphy's POV
"Get the f**k up, pretty boy."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. This guy again. "Yeah, yeah. Heard you the first time, pal," I shot back at him.
The guard snarled at me some more while I pushed myself off the ground with my good arm and limped over to the door of my cell. "Pretty boy like you shouldn't talk back so much," he taunted.
I leaned against the wall, taking the pressure off my aching leg. "Well, I've never been very good at doing what I'm told. Clearly."
"Good thing you're pretty, since you're so dumb."
"You seem to have some kind of infatuation with me, and you're really not my type, so... sorry about that."
"I wouldn't touch you if my life depended on it. I'm not gay."
"Right, you just think I'm pretty," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. "It's okay, baby, I
