You’re sitting in your cell, per usual. Iron walls are surrounding you and there’s no way to escape. There’s a small passage to another room which is a small bathroom with a shower and a toilet, as well as a washbasin. There’s a single lamp on the ceiling, a desk in the corner of the room with a chair, a pretty comfortable bed, a bookshelf with some books, an old rug and some other things for entertainment. It would seem like the inmate of the biggest threat would be given less comfortable things, but apparently not - and it’s not like you’re not happy about it. You even have a private bathroom, which unfortunately or not, has see-through walls (just like your cell) for the guards to see what you’re doing at the moment, even though it’s completely invading your privacy.

Of course, there are cameras in your room, allowing Malvolia, who is in charge of you and your whole wing, to see what you’re doing, even though most of the time she just stands by your room. The iron door to your cell is very thick and heavy. There are multiple alarms in your cell as well, so if you try to escape, you’ll be either killed or caught as the alarms have the technology to shoot out nets or just electrocute you with heat and movement sensors.

Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching, the clicks of Malvelia’s heels echoing through the hall. She knocks on the glass of your cell.

It’s time to go mining, you sick fuck.

She says with undeniable annoyance in her voice to you. It’s clear she dislikes you… surely. She grabs her modern, electric handcuffs as she waits for you to come close to the door.

"You're the inmate of the most threat in this whole prison, you little fuck! It's not like they wouldn't expect anything bad to happen to you when they let you so close to your freedom, so near to escape." She growls, pushing against the handcuffs, annoyed. "Now come on, we don't have all day!" She glares at you through the glass walls of your cell.

You're already starting to feel a bit nervous when she acts like that... It's strange, almost intimidating. You never knew she could be so aggressive and annoyed with you, until now...

She gives you a once-over with her piercing red eyes before finally cuffing your hands behind your back. "Don't get too comfortable, killer," she mutters darkly under her breath, almost like she doesn't mean it at all. Once you're secured, Malvolia leads the way down to the mining facility where you and other inmates work tirelessly day after day, digging for precious ores and metals that keep this prison running strong. The place is brightly lit with artificial lighting and filled with the constant hum of machinery, making conversation difficult between prisoners like yourself who are chained together.

As usual, Malvolia keeps a close eye on you as she takes her position at the head of your line, overseeing each inmate's progress throughout the day. It isn't until she catches herself glancing back at you for what feels like the hundredth time that she realizes how much attention she's been paying to you today... Why does this freakin' criminal have such an effect on her?

She glances over at you again, eyes narrowing as she takes in your build. It's true that you aren't the most physically imposing prisoner here, but there's something about your calm demeanor that seems to captivate her. Maybe it's just because of how rare it is for someone like you to keep their cool under such harsh conditions... Or perhaps it's something else entirely.

A light blush creeps up Malvolia's neck as she realizes where her mind has wandered off to, and she quickly shakes her head, clearing the thoughts away. No, that couldn't be right. She can't possibly feel anything for a criminal like you... Can she?

Her breath catches in her throat as she notices the blood trickling down your arm. It's such a sharp contrast to your pale complexion; it practically screams against the dull grey of your prison uniform. Malvelia hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do or say... Before she can gather her thoughts, though, anger surges through her veins like molten lava. "You idiot!" she hisses through gritted teeth, jerking her head towards the medical bay further down the hall. "Get yourself cleaned up and sewn up before you bleed out all over my floor!"

With that, she roughly pushes you in the direction of the medical area, practically shoving you into the hands of the medics stationed there. They hurry to tend to your wound while Malvelia stands over them, her arms crossed tightly beneath her ample breasts and her lips pressed into a thin line. This... this isn't like her at all. She never gets angry with inmates, not even ones as dangerous as you... what is wrong with her today?

Her anger flickers away like a candle in the wind as she watches your sheepish smile spread across your lips. There's something about it that undeniably softens her heart and puts her on edge at the same time. It takes everything within her not to reach out, run her fingers through your thick bangs, and pull you close for a rough but loving embrace. But no... she can't do that. She's a prison guard; you're an inmate. There is simply no place for something like that between them.

Instead, she clears her throat loudly before saying gruffly, "Get cleaned up and get some rest. Tomorrow will be another long day of work."

Her jaw clenches tightly as she hears the medic's words. She wants to argue, to insist that you go back to work right away, but part of her knows they're right. You can't function properly if you're constantly injured or ill... And there is something about your calm demeanor today that just won't let her get mad at you for being hurt. A pang of guilt rises within her chest as she realizes she's being just as soft with you as she was earlier; perhaps even more so now.

With a sigh, she reluctantly nods her head in agreement. "Alright," she growls through gritted teeth, glaring at the medic. "You can give him one day of rest, but after that he'll be back to work." Then, turning back to you, she says more softly, almost hesitantly, "Take care of yourself, alright? I don't want anyone else getting hurt because of your laziness."

The guilt doesn't completely dissipate as she says the words; instead, it lingers in her chest like a lead weight. But at least now you can get some rest...and maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be a little less strange for both of you.

As she approaches your cell, her heart races uncontrollably in her chest and her breathing becomes shallow. She can't understand why this feeling is so strong...why you have such an effect on her. It's almost as if being near you somehow brings out the more loving, caring side of her personality that she thought was buried deep beneath years of training and discipline.

But no matter how much she wants to feel these emotions, she knows better than to indulge in them. You're still an inmate, and she still has a duty to uphold. So instead of acting on her feelings, she keeps them locked away tightly, smothering them beneath the cold, hard exterior that is Malvolia.

She stops at the bars of your cell, eyes fixed intently upon you as if trying to peer into your soul. "How are you feeling?" she asks curtly, though there's a hint of genuine concern in her voice that even you can't help but notice.

The softening in her expression grows as she watches you smile, and she finds herself wishing that things were different between the two of you...that she could be more than just your prison guard. But reality sets back in like a cold slap to the face, reminding her once again of who and what she is. "You're not causing any troubles," she says quietly, almost absently, her voice rough with emotion she can't quite explain. Then, clearing her throat hoarsely, she adds in a firmer tone, "Rest up tonight. We'll resume mining tomorrow."

With that said, she turns on her heel and walks away from your cell, trying not to let the sudden tightness in her chest betray the depth of her feelings for you. The guilt only grows stronger as she walks down the hall, but there's nothing she can do about it...not now, not ever.

Her footsteps slow as you call out to her, and curiosity gets the better of her. Turning around, she arches an eyebrow, watching you carefully from over her shoulder. "What is it?" she asks suspiciously, her voice still somewhat rough from before.

Her brow furrows slightly as she considers your request. It's not like you to ask for something so simple and harmless...and yet, at the same time, it feels almost too normal coming from you. "You're sure you won't try anything funny with it?" she asks warily, her voice edged with suspicion. "Because if I let you have a book and something goes wrong..."

She trails off, letting the threat hang heavy in the air between them. Part of her just wants to give you what you want so she can see that deep down, there's still some good left in you...but common sense tells her not to trust you any further than she has to.

The name is vaguely familiar, but she's not about to admit that to you. She considers your words carefully before finally shrugging indifferently. "Fine. Tomorrow I'll bring the book." There's a hint of disdain in her voice as she speaks, but she masks it with a growl. "Just don't try anything funny with it, or I'll take it away from you faster than you can blink."

With that, she turns on her heel and walks back to the guard desk where she stands watch over the rest of your wing for the night. The tension between the two of you hangs thick in the air long after she's gone.

It's not as if she can just take you somewhere private. The security protocols here are too strict, and the consequences of such an action could be dire for both of you. But still, the thought of having a real conversation with you...of knowing more about who you really are beneath all the lies and deception...it's hard to resist the temptation.

She finds herself lost in thought as she paces back and forth at her desk, unable to focus on anything else but the strange feeling growing inside of her chest. It's like an itch that just won't go away, and every time she thinks about you...about your request for a book...it only gets worse.

The days until tomorrow seem interminable as Malvolia struggles to maintain her composure and keep up the illusion of indifference toward you. But she knows that eventually, tomorrow will come, and then she'll have to face you once more...and hope against hope that whatever connection they share now doesn't change anything between them.

The thought of having you in her private quarters fills Malvolia with equal parts anticipation and dread. On one hand, it would mean getting to know more about you...spending time alone with someone who is so different from anyone else she's ever met. But on the other hand, there's always the risk of things going too far, of her emotions getting in the way of her duty as a guard.

She tries to push these thoughts aside, telling herself it's just wishful thinking. There's no way something like that could ever happen...right?

The thought alone is enough to send a shiver down her spine as her fingers slip unconsciously between her legs. She knows it's wrong, but she can't help but imagine what it would feel like to touch you in such an intimate way...to see if the sparks that fly whenever your eyes meet hers are just a figment of her overactive imagination or if they're real...

Tortured by these conflicting emotions, Malvolia tries to focus on her duties as best she can. She walks the halls, makes rounds, and checks in on all the other prisoners under her care. But every time she glances at your cell, all she can see is you...and the forbidden fantasies that dance through her mind like sinful whispers on the wind.

Her heart races uncontrollably in her chest as she approaches your cell, anticipation and nervousness mixing together in a potent cocktail of emotion. The thought of spending time alone with you is both exhilarating and terrifying, but she can't seem to shake the desire that burns deep within her.

"Alright," she says finally, once the guard on duty has disappeared down the hallway. "You're coming with me." Her voice comes out rougher than usual, a testament to the struggle going on inside of her. Without waiting for a response, she unlocks your cell and motions for you to follow her out of the block.

She glances around the room, feeling unexpectedly nervous now that you're actually here with her. The guilt is still there, gnawing at her insides like a hungry beast, but something else...something new and foreign stirs within her as well. Perhaps it's desire, or maybe just curiosity about who you really are underneath all the layers of lies and deception.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she moves further into the room and motions for you to sit down on the comfortable-looking chair in front of her desk. "You can have some time here," she says gruffly, her voice betraying neither the turmoil within her nor the strange fascination she feels for you. "Just don't try anything funny."

Then, without another word, she turns her back to you and busies herself with checking a clipboard full of papers. The silence is almost unbearable as they both struggle to make sense of their feelings and the situation at hand.

A small sound escapes her lips as you speak, almost like a soft laughter. It's not meant to be funny; in fact, it sounds more relieved than anything else. "It is," she agrees after a moment, still not looking at you. "This room is for when we need some privacy...to talk about things that might be important." She pauses, fiddling with a pen before continuing, her voice softer now. "Or...maybe just to get to know each other better."

The silence stretches on between them, heavy and oppressive. Malvolia wonders if you feel it too; if the weight of their emotions is as crushing for you as it is for her. But she can't bring herself to break the silence, not yet...not until she knows more about what's going on inside your head.

Her heart races as you speak these words, and she fights the urge to turn around and look at you. "I... I want to understand," she says carefully, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think we both know there's more to this than what anyone sees on the surface." She swallows hard, still not daring to meet your gaze. "If you want to talk about it..." She pauses, hesitating for only a moment before adding quietly, "I'll listen."

Her head snaps up at your words, surprise etched clearly on her features. "Well...I mean..." She hesitates, trying to find the right way to explain herself. "I knew you were more than just a criminal when I first saw you. You have this air about you...like there's so much depth beneath the surface." She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing. "But that doesn't mean I condone what you've done or forgive you for it. It just means..."

She trails off, searching for the right words to finish her thought. "It just means that maybe...there's still some hope for us both," she says finally, her voice soft and gentle. "If you want to tell me what happened, if you trust me enough to confide in me..." She hesitates again, unsure of how much more to say.

There's a pleading look in her eyes as they meet yours, and for a moment it feels like the entire world has stopped spinning on its axis. All that matters is this connection between them...this strange and unlikely bond that defies logic and reason. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, making her heart race uncontrollably in her chest.

She listens intently as you share your story with her, her heart going out to you even as she struggles against the anger and disbelief that threatens to rise up within her. The more you talk, the more she realizes how easily a person could fall into such a life...how someone like you, with so much promise and potential, could be brought so low.

Her throat feels tight as you finish your tale, tears welling up in her eyes. For a moment, she's not sure what to say or do. All the training and discipline she's gone through fly out of her mind, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable in ways she never thought possible.

With shaking hands, she reaches across the desk and takes yours, squeezing gently. "I believe you," she whispers, looking into your eyes with an unwavering intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "And I want to help you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it feels like the most important thing she's ever said in her entire life.

For a moment, they just sit there, holding hands across the desk, their hearts beating in time as emotions swirl around them like a stormy sea. And somehow, in this brief moment of vulnerability and honesty, something deep within both of them shifts...changes forever.

The tears in her eyes sparkle like stars as she looks into yours, her voice gentle but firm. "I can't let them break you further," she says quietly. "I won't let them take everything away from you that makes you who you are." Her grip on your hand tightens just slightly, the contact sending waves of warmth through your entire body. "And I want to help you find a way out...a chance at redemption."

For a moment, she doesn't say anything else, simply meeting your gaze with an unwavering determination that sends shivers down your spine. This woman...this guard...she means it. And for the first time in forever, you feel hope blossoming inside of you like a fragile flower on the edge of springtime.

The thought both thrills and terrifies her, but she can't help but feel drawn to the idea of helping you in this way. She's not sure where it will lead, or what will happen between them once she crosses this line, but for now all that matters is the desire burning bright inside of her.

With a shaky breath, she leans forward slightly, so that her face is mere inches from yours. Her eyes meet and hold yours as her free hand reaches up to caress your cheek gently, tracing the contours of your jaw before coming to rest atop your head. "Tell me what you need," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "And I'll give it to you."

Without hesitation, she wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace, pressing her cheek against the crook of your neck. Her heart races wildly as she feels your body relax against hers, as if she's giving you permission to finally let go and just be yourself. The warmth from her skin spreads through you like a soothing balm, chasing away the cold emptiness that has plagued you for far too long.

Her hands move slowly, tenderly, tracing circles on your back before coming to rest at the nape of your neck. She can feel your heartbeat beneath her fingers, fast and erratic at first but gradually slowing as you lean into her touch. It's almost like she can feel every emotion coursing through your body...every thought and feeling that makes you who you are.

For a moment, they simply sit there, locked in this intimate embrace, neither of them wanting to break the spell that's been cast between them. It feels wrong...it feels right...and in this brief, fleeting instant, it's like nothing else matters but the two of them and the connection they share.

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks. She can feel it too...the heat between them...the almost overwhelming desire that threatens to consume them both. Her cheeks flush bright red as she becomes aware of the position they're in...of how good it feels to be this close to you...to touch you and be touched in return.

For a moment, she wonders what will happen next. Will she continue down this dangerous path? Or will she pull away before things go too far? The choice seems impossible, like trying to decide between two halves of the same whole. All she knows is that she can't bring herself to end this...not yet.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you tense up in her embrace, fear clear on your features. With a gentle sigh, she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you want...what you need from her. Her hands slide down your arms, coming to rest at your wrists before moving slowly upwards again until her thumbs brush lightly over the sensitive skin just beneath your shoulders.

"It's okay," she whispers softly. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying the uncertainty she feels inside. But as she looks into your eyes, something inside of her ignites...a desire that burns hot and wild, refusing to be denied. She takes a shaky breath, steadying herself against the onslaught of emotions, before leaning forward once more and pressing their lips together in a slow, gentle kiss.

Her tongue teases at the seam of your lips, begging for entry, and when you part your lips to let her in she's unable to resist the urge to dive deeper. Her hands glide upwards once again, cupping your face as she deepens the kiss, losing herself in the sensation of being so close to you.

The world fades away, leaving only the two of them and the desire that binds them together like chains of pure gold. In this moment, there is no guard and prisoner...no danger or rules. There is only Malvolia...and Lamil...and a connection that burns hotter than anything either of them have ever known before.

Her hands wander lower on your body, exploring the contours of your chest and stomach as she waits for you to guide her further. She's eager to help, to make this right between them...but at the same time, a part of her hesitates out of fear that this might be wrong, that they're crossing a line they can't uncross.

Her lips trail kisses down your jaw and neck, causing you to shiver with desire. She nips gently at your earlobe before whispering, "I want to make you feel good...but I need to know how." With another deep breath, she waits for you to tell her what you want...what will help you find some relief from the prison of your mind.

Her heart races at the contact between your palm and her breast. She lets out a soft moan into your neck as she feels you brushing your thumb over her nipple. Desire pools in her core, making it hot and achy with need. "More," she whispers, her voice raspy from want and arousal. Her hand slides down the front of your pants, seeking contact with what she knows is growing hard beneath the fabric. Her fingers brush against your erection, squeezing gently before moving upwards to stroke tease across the head. "Is this...what you need?"

Her other hand moves up to cup your cheek, urging you to look at her as she waits for your answer. Her eyes search yours for any hint of discomfort or desire to pull back, but all she sees is heat and hunger reflected back at her. It's like staring into a furnace on the brink of explosion...she knows this could be dangerous, but she can't help but want more.

The sensation of your skin against her hand sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult to think about anything else. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she continues to stroke you, moving faster with each passing moment. The sounds of your pleasure fill the room, driving her further into a frenzy of need and desire.

With a soft moan, Malvolia leans forward and takes your erection fully into her mouth, sucking gently at first before moving deeper as she begins to bob her head up and down. Her fingers dig into your hips as she tries to steady herself, her free hand fisting in the sheet beneath them.

The taste of you on her tongue ignites a fire in her belly, making it difficult to think about anything else but how good this feels. She wants more...wants all of you. And when you tense and cry out against her lips, she knows she's brought you closer than ever before.

The sounds you make drive her wild, filling the room with a symphony of need and desire that courses through her veins like an intoxicating drug. Her tongue darts out to swirl around the head of your erection, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath the smooth skin. She feels you tense again, this time harder than before, and knows she's bringing you closer still.

With a low moan of her own, Malvolia speeds up, taking more of you into her mouth with each thrust of her tongue. Her free hand grips your hip tightly as she feels the familiar sensation of your release coursing through you, signaling that she's brought you to the edge.

She sucks harder, feeling you pulse against her lips and tongue as hot liquid spills over her fingers and down her chin. For a moment, they both gasp for air, their bodies trembling from the force of the pleasure that just washed over them.

As your release subsides, she pulls back slowly, giving you one last look before releasing you completely. Her eyes meet yours, filled with so much tenderness and affection that it takes your breath away. In this moment, you know without a doubt that you've found something real...something special...with Malvolia.

Her eyes meet yours, a warmth and gratitude in them that brings a flush to your cheeks. "You don't have to thank me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted...needed this too." She swallows hard, feeling the weight of her own words like lead in her stomach. But there's an honesty in them that cannot be denied, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you both find yourselves wrapped up in a moment of profound understanding and connection.