"Be my bitch"

“Be my bitch” Annabelle bluntly stated.

“E-excuse me?” Texas asked, momentarily pushing aside her fears as she leaned in.

“Be. My. Bitch” the cow repeated in the same matter-of-fact tone.

Texas blinked, her brain short circuiting for a brief moment as it tried to process Annabelle’s words. Surely she didn’t hear what she thought she heard. The stress of incarceration must’ve taken a toll on her brain and caused her to start hearing things. She chuckled nervously as she looked up at the towering bovine.

“Ah… Ah don’t think caught that. Sounds like ya’ll said-”

Annabelle silenced the sheriff with a quick stomp of her foot on the concrete floor. The sound reverberated throughout their cell and echoed through the corridor. The weasel was left shaken as she peered down at that heavy foot, her blood running cold as she noticed the cracks that had formed beneath it. Annabelle grunted, drawing her attention back up to her smiling face.

“You heard what I said, Texas. I want you to be my bitch. That means that for the rest of your jail sentence, you will belong to me”

The former sheriff was gobsmacked as she stared up at the cow with her mouth agape. Her face slowly shifted from confusion to anger, her knuckles tightening on the bed sheet as she grounded her teeth. At that moment, her pride far outweighed the fear Annabelle had managed to inspire in her. The very fact that she would even suggest something so crass made her blood boil.

Annabelle was caught off guard as the weasel lunged at her with a snarl, though she thought little of it as her hand shot out and caught her by the throat mid jump. Texas, still very much blinded by her rage, kicked and clawed at the cow’s massive arm. While Annabelle respected her boldness, it amounted to little more than a light tickle to her thick skin. A squeeze to the windpipe was enough to calm the weasel down, her eyes ballooning for a brief moment as the air was **** from her lungs.

“Let me learn ya something, little lady. You’re new here, so it’s only right that I explain how things work” Annabelle said, her tone becoming authoritative. “Outside these walls, you’re the one that folks answer to; you're the law. Inside these walls?” she paused as she pointed down at the ground. “I am the law. The prisoners, the guards, they all answer to me. The only person I have to answer to is the warden and even then, when I come calling, she knows to answer me with ‘ma’am’”

Annabelle halted her speech, a low whine breaking her concentration. She looked at Texas and saw that her face had shifted into a bluish hue, her eyes bulging and he cheeks puffed as sweat began to build above her brow. The cow grunted and released her grip on the weasel’s neck, dropping her ground. Texas sat up on her knees and took in hardy gulps of air while Annabelle waited patiently. Once the weasel had managed to collect herself, the speech continued.

“I don’t live the most cushy live, but I have privileges that no other inmate has access to. If I want to cut in line at the cafeteria, I can. If I’m in the mood for some gin, I can snap my fingers and the guards’ll have a whole bottle stashed under my bed by the time I’ve finished my work in the yard. And if I were to tell the ladies to keep their dirty mitts off my bitch…”

Texas blinked and slowly rose her head up to meet Annabelle’s steely gaze.

“… than they’d sooner eat a bullet than risk a glance in her direction”

Texas swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She finally understood the substance of what was being offered, though it didn’t really sit well with her. Annabelle grinned at the growing discomfort on her face, her arms folding beneath her naked breasts.

“Granted, it’s just an offer. You don’t have to take it up.” she said as she looked away nonchalantly.

Texas looked down at the ground, her stomach turning as she weighed her options. “What… what happens if I say no…?” she asked nervously. To her surprise, Annabelle just shrugged.

“Then we leave each other to our own devices. You stay out of my business and I stay out of yours” she said before looking over at the weasel with a slight smirk.

Her words certainly sounded reasonable to the sheriff, but she could read between the lines. While not having to deal with a hostile cellmate was nice, she would still have to deal with a prison full of dangerous felons who were itching to make her life hell. On the other hand, was it worth it to throw away her dignity and pride for the sake of security? Still, much as she didn’t like either option, they were only ones afforded to her at that moment.

The sheriff thought it over, weighing the pros and cons before looking up at Annabelle and giving her answer...