Mike
From Slashfic on Dorian
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You wake up, suddenly becoming aware that you're in a jail cell... strapped to an electric chair. Mine. You're startled by Mike's familiar voice as he appears in the doorway. He wipes some blood from his body, admiring his handiwork. He seemed pleased that you were helpless, and that you only belonged to him.