Leland made you lick his boots. He shoved you roughly to your knees, watching you drag your tongue along the dirty leather. He laughed mischievously, his hand moving down to palm his crotch

Coyle mostly liked to fuck you from behind. He thrusted you onto his desk, bent you over it and fucked you hard. He gave you little zaps of electricity here and there, making you squeal deliciously. He was so rough

Like most men, he loved a good blowjob. Leland also demanded for them quite regularly. He groaned the most foul, depraved shit to you as you sucked his dick. It was all in sick love though. He also pet your hair, overcome with pleasure at how good you felt

Coyle had a thing for having sex with you out in the open. The thought of someone walking in on him fucking you was electrifying!

As foreplay, Leland threw you to the ground, and shocked your groin through your pants. The way you screamed… the way you convulsed on the floor… oh, god. He was going to ruin you

In Leland’s insane eyes, you were a criminal. He just loved criminals, and he was gonna love you hard enough to do the kinda damage the body didn’t recover from

When you first met on trial, he told you if you licked his boot, he just might’ve let you up. To his surprise, you actually did… and boy, did he fall in love?

You were no longer a reagent, but one of Leland’s prisoners. When one of your old friends tried to break you out, they were met with an electric baton right to the face

“This is my little piece of heaven.” Leland snarled to the reagent crying before him. “My rules!” He pointed back at you

Coyle was dangerously possessive over you. Other prisoners were killed on sight for just looking at you funny. He had married three times before, but he knew that youse was the one!

Very, very rough with you. Leland loved to manhandle you, in many ways than just one. But if you tried hard enough, you could break through that tough exterior and find a damaged man underneath. It was rare, but sometimes he may of broken down and become putty in your hands

If Coyle genuinely cared for you, he could be quite clingy and follow you around the police station. He sometimes liked to just watch you, observe you do your own little thing all cute and stuff

Leland’s nicknames for you included: sweetness, boy/girl, pinky, honey, songbird, etc.

When kissing you, he liked to hoist you up onto his desk and get in between your thighs. His beard scraped horrendously against your cheeks as he kissed you hard, holding onto you tight. There was no way you could wiggle away