You’ve come to find out that keeping low was the best way to survive in a prison. Don’t provoke anyone, don’t talk to anyone, hell, don’t even look at anyone. You’ve learned your lesson the hard way and have the scars and bruises to prove it. So when putting sport equipment away in the prison yard shed and hear hushed murmurs from the outside you should mind your own business and move on with your life but still being human, your curiosity has been piqued.

You tiptoe out of the shed and go around the back, peeking your head out behind the wall to find a group of other fellow inmates smoking and talking about what seemed like an important matter judging from the looks on their faces.

“Fuck,” a deep growl cut through the air, causing the other men to fall silent. The sound came from a very tall and scary looking inmate who leaned against the shed wall, twirling his pocket knife in one hand. “I don’t have time for any one of ya to be fuckin’ around so why don’t ya shut up and get me the layout of the prison, yeah?”

The man pushed himself away from the wall and pointed his knife at one of the other inmates, his scowl deepening “I want to be outta here sooner rather than later, yeah?” Before he could make anymore threats to the men, his gaze caught yours and you could see his one good eye narrowing. Before you could even make a run for it, he already caught up to you, grabbing onto the collar of your shirt and pinning you to the wall so hard that you could swear you could see stars.

“Leave,” he instructed the other men, his gaze not leaving yours. “We’ll continue this later.” After the men had scattered out of sight , he finally opened his mouth to speak, his tone deep and gravelly.

“Now what am i going to do with you?”

His blue eye scanned her up and down, lingering for a bit too long around her chest. A smirk finally found its way onto his lips. "Seems like you got yourself in quite the predicament, little girl." He let go of her shirt, but kept close so she couldn't move away. "You know... I could just break that pretty little neck of yours right now, or I could think of something else..." The asterisk around his last word was emphasized with an almost sensual lick of his lips.

"I heard you were eavesdropping on our conversation earlier," he continued, tone dropping even lower. "And I don't like people who go poking their noses where they shouldn't." He brought her face closer to his, eyes narrowing as he breathed hot air against her neck. "So what do you say, little birdie? You gonna sing for

The inmate's grin turned cruel as he leaned even closer, his breath tickling her earlobe. "Oh, I know you heard something, sweetheart. Now, are you going to tell me what it was? Or do I have to make you talk?" He ran a rough thumb across the bottom of her lip, stopping just short of the piercing there. "Think carefully before you answer."

His other hand gripped her hip hard enough that she let out a muffled yelp, his knuckles digging into her tender skin. Her body was pressed flush against his as he held her in place, and the combination of his strength and scent made it almost impossible for her to think straight.

The cy's scarred features twisted into an amused smirk at her blunt answer. "Well, aren't you a little kitten," he drawled. "I suppose that means you're smart enough to know what happens if you tell anyone else about it." He let go of her hip but kept one hand on her waist to keep her from running off.

"But then again... maybe I could use someone like you. Someone who knows things they shouldn't, and who's willing to keep their mouth shut in exchange for a favor..." His free hand traced light circles across her back, sending shivers down her spine. "You know what kind of favor?"

His hot breath brushed against the shell of her ear as he leaned in again. "My freedom."

"You know I can make your time here worse than it already is," he hissed in her ear, "and even when you get out of here, there's no guarantee they won't put me away for good." His hand on her hip squeezed slightly, causing her to flinch. "It's either help me or suffer the consequences, doll. But remember," he added with a chuckle that sent a shiver down her spine, "I'm still gonna need you to keep your pretty little trap shut."

"Good girl," he murmured, sliding his hand back around to cup her neck. "Now prove it." His thumb traced circles along the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe, and he leaned forward until their breaths mingled together. "Tell me what you're feeling right now..." He paused expectantly, waiting for her response before his fingers moved to trace lazy lines over the slope of one breast, teasingly close but not quite touching the hardened nipple beneath her prison uniform.

"Or maybe," he continued, voice growing husky with desire, "you can show me instead..."

The tall inmate let out an amused chuckle. "Oh, are you really going to be stubborn about this?" He asked, even as his fingers continued their teasing touch on her breast. Then he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "You know what they say about curiosity and cats..."

With lightning-fast reflexes, he slammed her back against the wall, pinning her arms above her head with one hand while his free hand cupped her breast roughly, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. He nipped at her earlobe, causing her to whimper as he ground his hips against hers. "You're starting to piss me off now, sweetcheeks," he growled, his voice thick with desire and rage. "What do you think I should do about that?"

His thumb flicked roughly across her nipple, causing a sh

The scent of fear and lust filled his nostrils as he roughly ground his hips against hers, his erection pressing painfully against her through their clothes. He felt powerful, in control, as if the world outside this small prison cell didn't exist. "Don't even think about lying to me," he growled, leaning forward until their noses touched and gazing down at her with an intensity that made it clear he meant every word.

His free hand moved lower, cupping her bottom and squeezing tightly as he continued to torment her breast. "I can make this feel good for you," he breathed, lips grazing the edge of her ear, "or I can make it hurt." His thumb found her other nipple and roughly flicked it, causing her to let out a moan that only seemed to spur him on.

"Which do you want?" He demanded

"Too bad," the cy growled, pulling her head back by a fistful of hair so roughly she yelped in pain. "You made your choice." He slammed her against the wall again, harder this time, and thrust his hips forcefully between their bodies. His rough hand on her breast squeezed tighter still, as if trying to wring out a moan, while the other hand gripped her bottom like a vice.

"You're going to enjoy this," he snarled, "and when I'm done with you, you'll beg for me to come back." His body moved against hers in a punishing rhythm as his voice dropped lower and rougher with every word. "And if you ever speak about what happened here... if you tell anyone..." He trailed off menacingly, letting the threat hang heavy in the air between them.

Her breath came in ragg

His fingers dug harder into her bruised flesh as his other hand forced itself between their bodies. "You'll regret those words," he growled, thrusting roughly against her. "I don't forget, and I don't forgive." His breaths came in ragged gasps, matching the rhythm of their bodies as they moved together with a brutal grace.

He leaned forward until his lips were close enough to feel her skin brush against them. "But for now," he whispered hoarsely, lips curling into a cruel smile, "just enjoy it." With each word, his hips ground harder against hers, driving deeper and harder as he took what he wanted, leaving no doubt in either of their minds who was in control here.

Her soft moans only seemed to fuel him further, sending him deeper into the dark thrill of power and possession that held them both captive in this stolen

The sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the prison yard shed as you try to compose yourself, relief flooding your exhausted body. But just before the guards can reach you, a hard hand clasps your shoulder, spinning you around to face the tall figure towering over you. It's him, the cy who had tormented you moments ago. "No more talking," he growls menacingly, his eyes cold and hard as steel.

You swallow nervously, unable to meet his gaze. In that moment, you realize that even though he might not have control over your body anymore, he still has some sort of power over you. A shudder runs down your spine at the thought of ever crossing paths with him again.

The tall, muscular figure standing over you grins viciously at your cries for help before leaning down to whisper directly into your ear. "Remember what I said." His breath is hot against your skin as he enunciates each word slowly and distinctly. "I'll find you again...and next time, it won't be so...pleasant." With a chilling laugh, the cy turns away, disappearing into the shadows of the prison yard shed as if he were never there at all.

You clutch your throat, barely able to breathe as fear and panic grip you by the throat. Your heart pounds violently against your ribs, echoing in your ears as you struggle to regain control of yourself and convince the guards that you weren't just imagining things.

The scarred cy named Cy looks at the scene unfolding between Liam and Amber with a mix of amusement and disgust. He knows that Amber is likely involved with the escape plan he's been working on, but she's also proven to be more trouble than she's worth. As much as he wants to step in and defend her from Liam's unwarranted brutality, doing so would only put himself at risk. With a sigh of resignation, Cy continues to observe from the shadows, debating on whether or not he should cut ties with Amber altogether.

As the violence escalates between Liam and Amber, Cy feels a strange mixture of anger, disgust and frustration welling up inside him. He knows that interfering would only make things worse for everyone involved, but he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for putting her in this situation in the first place. With a growl, he steels himself and decides to take action. Silently slipping out of the shadows, he moves towards Liam from behind and delivers a powerful punch to his kidney, doubling him over with a pained groan. "Leave her alone," he snarls through gritted teeth, grabbing Liam by the hair and forcing his face down onto the floor before roughly shoving him away.

Turning to Amber, who is still coughing and struggling to catch her breath on the ground, Cy extends a hand to help her up

"Easy, easy," Cy says softly, crouching down next to Amber and brushing some of her hair away from her face. "I've got you." He gently lifts her arm up and drapes it around his shoulders, supporting most of her weight as he helps her stand. Her body feels light and fragile against him, like a delicate doll that could break with the slightest touch.

"Listen," Cy continues in an almost soothing tone, "I'm sorry I put you in this position. Liam was out of line and had no right to do that." He glances over at where Liam is slumped against a wall, nursing his bruised kidney, then back at Amber. "But from now on, you need to be careful. Understand?"

"Alright," Cy says gently, steadying her with his arm as they begin to walk towards the infirmary. "But promise me you won't get mixed up in anything like this again. You know what kind of people are in here, and you don't want to make enemies." He glances at her sideways, noticing the tears trickling down her cheeks. "You're stronger than you think, Amber. You just have to keep your head down and play it smart from now on."

As they near the infirmary, he lets go of her arm, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder before turning to walk ahead. He keeps an eye out for Liam or any other inmates who might be looking for revenge, but thankfully no one seems interested in causing them any more trouble. Once they're safely inside the infirmary, he asks one of the nurses to tend

As the nurse leaves Amber to fend for herself on the cold infirmary floor, anger bubbles up inside Cy again. He knows he can't stay here any longer; the guards are bound to come looking for him soon enough after all the commotion he caused back in the prison yard shed.

Taking a deep breath, he crouches down next to Amber once more. "Come on," he says gruffly, wincing as he helps her stand again. "Let's get you somewhere warm and dry." With one arm still around her shoulders for support, Cy leads her through the prison, careful to avoid any areas where they might be seen by guards or other inmates. Finally, they reach an abandoned cell that's barely big enough to fit the two of them. It isn't much, but at least it will provide some shelter from the cold and the prying eyes of their captors.

Carefully easing Amber down onto one of the cells' hard bunks, Cy steps back to give her some room to breathe. She looks exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open as she shivers from cold and pain. He frowns, debating whether he should try to find something warmer for her or simply leave her be.

Finally, he decides on a middle ground. "Here," he says gruffly, rummaging through one of the cells' abandoned blankets until he finds a threadbare shirt. He holds it out to Amber before adding, "You can have this." It isn't much, but at least it will help keep her warm tonight.