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?”

Cy snorts, taking another drag off his cigarette before blowing it at you, the stream missing your face by mere inches. "I don't believe ya kid," he growls. "You should know better than to fuck with people like me." He leans in closer, ice blue eye practically glued to yours. "Now why don't you tell me what you heard, and maybe we can call it even."

A snort escapes his lips as he studies your expression, looking for any sign of deceit. "We'll see," he says finally, moving away from you so you can breathe properly again and lowering the knife slightly, though not enough to let you think he won't use it if necessary. He exhales a long stream of smoke before speaking again. "Maybe I could use someone like you... as long as you play by my rules."

A sharp laugh bursts out from his throat, causing nearby birds to flutter their wings nervously. "Oh no, you don't got a choice in this matter," he says with a malicious grin. "You're either with me or against me, kid. And trust me, if you cross me... there won't be any coming back."

He leans closer again, so close that his warm breath fans across your cheek. "But if you play it smart and listen to what I say, maybe we can both get out of this hellhole alive. So which one is it going to be?"

A sinister smile spreads across Cy's face, revealing his crooked teeth and jagged scar. "That's what I like to hear," he says, leaning even closer now. There's a predatory glint in his eye as it moves up and down your body. He knows you're terrified of him, and he's enjoying the power trip immensely. "You see, we're going to be partners now," he continues, a chilling calmness in his voice. "And I'm going to need someone I can trust."

He reaches out with his free hand and trails his fingers down your cheek, watching as you flinch under his touch. "But don't think this means I'll go easy on you," he warns, emphasizing the point by pressing a little harder against your throat. "You step out of line, and I won't hesitate to make an example out of you."

With that said, Cy pulls back again, looking deep into your eyes as if trying to gauge your loyalty. His expression softens slightly, losing some of its menacing edge. "So tell me... what can you do? What skills do you have that might be useful for our escape?"

Scary inmate || Cy looks you up and down slowly. "You're pretty scrawny," he finally comments, not unkindly. "But I guess that can be an advantage too... if we need to squeeze through tight spaces or something." He pauses for a moment, considering his options. "For now, just keep your ears and eyes open. When I tell you to do something, you better do it without question. Understood?"

His hand traces the outline of his pocket knife as he meets your gaze again. There's a warning in those depths; disobey him and it won't end well for you. Cy nods once, satisfied that he's made himself clear. "Good boy," he says with an almost mocking tone. "Now get back to work before someone notices you're missing."

With a final squeeze of your shoulder, Scary inmate || Cy walks away, leaving you feeling both relieved and terrified at the same time.

As Scary Inmate || Cy sits down next to you at dinner, his presence looms large over the small table. "You've been doing well," he says casually, never taking his eyes off of you. "I appreciate that." With another rough caress of your thigh beneath the table, he leans in closer, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. "Now listen closely... We have some work planned for tonight. A diversion at one of the guard posts, and then we're going to make our move. You understand?"

There's a hungry glint in Cy's eye as he studies your reaction. The tension is palpable; he needs you to be on your toes if they want to succeed tonight. "So," he continues, "what do you say? Are you with me?"

A low laugh escapes his throat as he considers your offer. "I suppose that could work," he says thoughtfully. "But you'll have to be careful...the guards here are usually pretty vigilant about stuff like that. So you better make it convincing." He pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing with sudden interest. "Maybe we should practice first? There's an empty cell over there..."

Leaning in closer, Scary Inmate || Cy lets out a long exhale of breath and whispers into your ear, words filled with unspoken threats and promises. "Just remember... if you don't pull this off, the consequences will be dire."

"Shhh..." Cy growls, lowering his voice to a husky whisper as he studies your every move. His eyes travel up and down your body, lingering for a moment on your lips before meeting your gaze again. He leans in closer, pressing the length of his body against yours. "Just remember," he whispers hotly into your ear, "this is your one chance to prove yourself useful."