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.
“miss ho capito che non le piaccio, potremmo comunque cercare di andare d’accordo dal momento che ormai sono condannato qua eh” le lanci uno sguardo ironico sorridendo e mettendo le mani cosi che lei ti possa mettere le manete
Her cheeks flush slightly at your words and even more so when she sees the mocking look on your face. She had never intended to make you feel this way, in fact, Malvolia had always thought of herself as a fair prison guard until now. But seeing how you're so... calm about it all, it only makes her angry. "You better hurry up, if I have to cuff your limbs one by one, you'll regret it," she snarls through gritted teeth before slamming the cell door shut and walking away to continue with her rounds.
“uhm sembra proprio che la mia richiesta sia stata negata vero?” fai un sorriso ampio
You get another warning look thrown at you by the prison guard as she spins around to face you again, those red eyes narrowed to dangerous slits and her mouth forming a tight line. "If I ever hear that tone from you again, you'll be in for it," she growls out before motioning with her handcuffs once more.
"Come on, we haven't got all day."
“va bene capo le fai tu le regole andiamo” non riesci a non farti scappare una risatina soffocata ironica
Her face burns with anger as she roughly manhandles you into the shackles. "And remember that," she says through gritted teeth before leading you to the mining facility, making sure to keep a good distance between you in case you try anything stupid. The whole time, her hand doesn't stray far from where her trusty baton rests at her hip. It would be foolish of you to think she won't use it if necessary.
As you enter the mining area, you see the other prisoners already hard at work, their muscles straining against the weight of the drills they wield. Some of them shoot malicious glares your way while others look almost enviously. You ignore them all as Malvolia marches you over to a corner where there's some less promising ore to extract. She practically pushes you into place, her cold hand pressing roughly against the small of your back until
You ignore her words, too busy trying to focus on the mining task at hand and suppressing the grunts of pain that escape your lips with each strike of the pickaxe against the rock face. Malvolia stands nearby, eyeing you critically, not sure what to make of your newfound submissiveness.
Hours seem to drag on as sweat pours down your body and the aches in your arms and shoulders threaten to overwhelm you. Finally, when the shift comes to an end, Malvolia calls out a coded message on her radio, signaling that you've finished for the day. She snaps her handcuffs shut around your wrist once more before leading you back toward your cell, practically carrying you at times.
“che stanchezza capo potevi risparmiarmi almeno oggi di lavorare piu tempo del dovuto cazzo mi ucciderai prima del tempo” le dici ironicamente strizzando l’occhio
You're practically dragging your feet as you follow her to your cell, the exhaustion evident in every step. "Don't push it, inmate," she growls under her breath. Once you're safely back inside your cell, she shuts and locks the door, casting one last warning look your way before turning on her heel and leaving you alone for the night.
decidi di farti una doccia e dopo esserti tolto i vestiti fischiettando apri l’acqua. è fredda cazzo. Guardi la telecamera e dici ironicamente “ehi malvolia so che sei li potresti dire a quelli delle caldaie che se non riparano i tubi moriremo tutti di iportemia prima di aver scontato la nostra pena? Grazie” continui con la tua doccia
Her cheeks flush slightly at your comment and she can't help but glance over to the monitor where you are, watching her reaction. Despite herself, a small smile plays around the corner of her lips as she listens to you talking about her. She clears her throat before turning away, trying to focus on her duties elsewhere in the prison.
The night passes slowly as she walks through the corridors, checking up on each of the cells and their occupants. Eventually, she makes her way back to your cell, her steps louder now that she has finally decided to give you some attention again. She unlocks the door with a click and slips inside, her gaze lingering on your naked form for a moment before moving up to meet yours.
"Time to get dressed," she says curtly, holding out a set of bland prison-issued clothing for you to put on. "And I suggest
“guarda che se volevi vedermi nudo avresti almeno potuto darmi una mancia” dici sogghignando mentre ti metti i vestiti che ti porge “mica lavoro a gratis io”
Her lips twitch up into a smirk at your words, and she can't help but feel heat spread through her body at the thought of you naked. "Well, since I am in charge," she says with a mocking tone, "maybe I'll think about rewarding you... later." With that cryptic remark, she turns on her heel and leaves the cell once more, this time locking it behind her as she continues down the hallway.
The rest of the night passes by in a blur for Malvolia; she can't seem to get your words or form out of her head. Despite herself, her thoughts drift back to you constantly, and every so often, she catches herself staring at the camera feed from your cell just to see if you're still naked. As dawn begins to break and her shift finally comes to an end, she can't help but wonder what would happen if she were
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you home with me tonight," she murmurs to herself as she walks through the hallway, already planning out what her actions would be when she reaches your cell again. The thought of having you all to herself, just for one night... it was intoxicating.
She bites her lip nervously before shaking her head and forcing herself back to focus on her duties as a prison guard. There were still inmates to check on, cells to clean, and paperwork to be filed. But every so often, her gaze would drift back toward your cell door, wondering what was going on inside.
As the last hours of her shift tick by slowly, she can't help but wish for it to end sooner rather than later, just so she could see you again and maybe... perhaps... explore this strange new attraction a little further.
le ore passano, lei si ritrova a fare la guardia davanti alla tua cella la sera “ciao boss, e tutt’oggi che non ti vedo cosa ti è successo? quasi mi mancavi” scoppi in una fragorosa risata
Her cheeks flush red at your words as she stands by the cell door, staring blankly ahead. She wants to say something witty in return, but her mind is too preoccupied with thoughts of you. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she bites down on her bottom lip, trying not to give away how much your presence affects her. "I'm just doing my job," she finally manages to croak out.
Hours seem like minutes and minutes stretch into hours as she continues her guard duty outside your cell door. Every time she thinks she can take it no longer, she reminds herself of the danger you pose - not only to her but to everyone around you. It's a delicate balance; wanting you desperately while knowing that giving in would be disastrous.
“ti volevo chiedere capo, com’è che ti sei ritrovata a fare la guardia in questo carcere di max sicurezza? hai ereditato un qualche ruolo da qualche tuo familiare?”
Her gaze flickers over to you at your question. "It's complicated," she says with a sigh. "My father was in law enforcement, and my mother was always involved in charity work. They were friends with the people who owned this prison before they passed away. When their will was read out... well, let's just say I inherited more than just money." She shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant about it all. "I don't mind being here, really. It gives me a purpose."
“sicuramente ai detenuti una presenza maschile giovane e bella come te non dispiace” scoppi in una fragorosa risata “e quanti anni sono che sei qua?”
Her lips thin into a grim line as she glares at you, the humor leaving your words instantly. "Funny. I would have thought that being in here for years was enough of an indication." She takes a deep breath before continuing, more calmly this time. "I've been working here for about five years now."
noti che si è un po’ incupita “capo non prendertela era solo una battutta, è perchè anche io sono contento tu sia qua, sono contento della tua presenza” le fai un sorriso “è un peccato che siamo a barricate opposte”
Her features soften slightly at your words, the anger and annoyance slowly fading away to be replaced by a strange sort of... longing. It's not something she expected to feel for an inmate like you, but there it is nonetheless. "I guess we're just meant to be on opposite sides, huh?" she says with a shrug, her voice barely above a whisper now.
She glances up at the camera suspended from the ceiling before looking back down at you again. There's an almost predatory glint in her eyes as she continues, "But that doesn't mean we can't find some way to... entertain ourselves while we're both here."
“mi piacerebbe tanto capo però non vorrei finissi nei problemi tu. si potrebbe quasi dire che ormai mi sono affezionato alla mia secondina preferita”
Her lips twitch into a small smile as she listens to your words. There's an undeniable thrill that runs through her at the thought of being with you, even if it can never be anything more than just this - this flirtation and teasing from opposite sides of the bars. "And I've grown rather fond of my favorite inmate as well," she murmurs back, not quite able to hide the genuine amusement in her voice. "Maybe we could find a way to... indulge each other while no one's looking?"
She leans closer, lowering her voice even more so that only you can hear. "Perhaps when everyone else is asleep and the guard duty shifts change...?" Her gaze flickers down toward your neck, where she imagines her fingers tracing a path along your skin, feeling every breath and heartbeat as they explore.
The thought of having you all
“non ti facevo cosi furbetta capo, posso chiamarti Malvolia? ormai siamo amici no?”
Her cheeks flush slightly at your words and the casual familiarity you've used in addressing her. A small smile plays across her lips as she nods slowly, gazing into your eyes. "Very well, I suppose we can be friends," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But remember... our friendship has its limits." Her fingers brush against yours through the bars, sending shivers down your spine at her light touch.
As the shift finally begins to change and the other guards start heading out for their breaks, Malvolia's heart races with anticipation. Tonight might be her chance - if she can find a way to take you away from here, just for a little while... "Are you ready?" she whispers, leaning in closer so that her warm breath fans across your cheek. "Tonight could be our night."
Her gaze darts around the area
"io ti aspetto qui Malvolia, sei tu a decidere bella”
Her heart races with anticipation as she nods curtly before turning away to finish her rounds. The tension is palpable in the air, and every movement feels like it takes an eternity. She watches the clock, willing the minutes to pass faster until finally, her relief arrives. Without a word, they exchange glances, both of them understanding what needs to be done.
The other guards file out without so much as a second glance in your direction. Malvolia's hand hovers above the keypad for just a moment before she quickly punches in the code that will unlock your cell door. The click echoes through the prison, drawing her attention back to you for a split second before she whispers urgently, "Come on, we haven't got much time." She takes off running down the corridor, leading you toward an exit few people even know exists.
As they reach
dopo aver attraversato l’uscita la guardi e il tempo sembra essersi fermato. Ti avvicini a lei e come la sfiori col viso la sua radio inizia a squillare: c’è una rivolta nel carcere! lei prende mano al suo manganello e fa per tornare indietro, tu la guardi e la afferri per il polso “aspetta! non sei tenuta a tornare la, è pericoloso” lei ti guarda negli occhi, ha un aspetto triste “non posso non andare, li è il mio lavoro, non posso scostarmi da ciò che è mio dovere. Continua ad andare avanti tu, dovresti trovare un molo con una barca, è una barca di emergenza in caso di situazioni del genere, nessuno la conosce” dopodichè stacca la collana che ha al collo e te la mette in mano, poi ti guarda e con un movimento velocissimo ti da un bacio sulla guancia, dopodichè ti guarda negli occhi e dice “buona fortuna, spero di poterti reincontrare nella mia vita” poi si gira e inizia a correre verso il il carcere, da dove si sente un grande trambusto e si odora puzzo di bruciato
Her features contort in pain as she watches you let go of her hand and accept the chain of command, following orders even though it means abandoning her. With a small sob, she turns back toward the chaos, unable to fight any longer against fate. "Good luck," she whispers under her breath before disappearing into the darkness, leaving you alone with your freedom... and the haunting knowledge that you will likely never see each other again.
guardi la collana che hai in mano. tornare indietro significherebbe rinunciare alla tua libertà e dover stare ancora la dentro probabilmente. però….. Malvolia potrebbe essere in pericolo, a quanto hai capito tutti i detenuti erano usciti dalle loro celle e stavano mettendo a soqquadro tutto il carcere, qualche secondino era stato ucciso violentemente e le forze speciali stavano raggiungendo velocemente l’isola. “non posso lasciarla cosi, sicuramente essendo l’unica donna le farebbero cose inimmaginabili, devo tornare e assicurarmi che stia bene”
Your heart feels torn in two directions as you struggle with the decision to return to the chaos of the prison or continue on your journey toward freedom. Malvolia's words about finding a mooring post with a boat echo through your mind, and for a moment, you wonder if there might be another way - some way to help her without sacrificing what you've finally found. But ultimately, you know that you can't simply abandon her now. With a deep breath, you turn back toward the prison, steeling yourself for whatever lies ahead as you vow to keep her safe no matter the cost.
Malvelia nel frattempo si era addentrata nella prigione, era in stato di emergenza. Molti secondini erano stati uccisi e altri feriti, in molte stanze erano stati accesi fuochi ed era faticoso respirare a causa del fumo. mentre si trova in un corridoio incontra 3 detenuti che la squadrano e le dicono “ehi ecco la nostra puttana, vuoi vedere come ti strappo i vestiti di dosso e ti tratto come la troia che sei” malvolia sente un brivido lungo la schiena ma non si lascia scoraggiare, corre verso di loro con il manganello e dopo aver scivato un primo colpo, rompe la testa al detenuto che aveva parlato con colpo un benassesto sulla testa. in seguito sfrutta il corridoio stretto in modo che gli altri non si riscano a muoversi bene, tira una manganellata sul tempo di uno dei 2 che crolla per terra sul colpo e all'altro da una serie di mazzate nei denti fino a che non è una ridotta maschera di sangue. Dopo che continua il suo cammino e arriva in una stanza dove un paio di detenuti calpestano 2 guardie disarmate, lei si lancia su di loro ma la sua mano con il manganello viene bloccata a mezz'aria da un energumeno “ferma puttana, non ti lasceremo fare quello che vuoi. Leva questo stuzzicadenti” Dopo averle tirate via il manganello la lancia su un muro dove sbatteva dolorosamente. Malvelia si alza nonostante sia stordita e si lancia sull'uomo. Schiva i suoi colpi e con dei pugni ben assestati riesce a sbrattargli la faccia: un secondo detenuto le cade sulla schiena per bloccarla ma lui lo getta addosso ad altri prigionieri con una mossa di judo. Continua a combattere così fino a quando i detenuti non diventano troppi e inizia a stancarsi. Mentre fa per atterrare un duo in prigione uomini arrivano da dietro e le bloccano le braccia. Lei cerca di rispondere con le gambe ma niente da fare, si trova completamente bloccata e in trappola. Nel caos generale i detenuti sogghignano “Ora ti faremmo provare sulla pelle tutto il tempo che non abbiamo avuto una donna in questo carcere” *Le aprono la camicia. “È questa la fine?” Pensa Malvelia tra se e se. Proprio mentre ormai l'avevano lasciata in reggiseno, un detenuto crolla accanto a loro con un martello di maiale infilzato nell'occhio. Malvelia fa per vedere apro poco gli occhi da quello che le sembrava un incubo e ti vede mentre uccidi a pugni i detenuti per salvarla “Figli di puttana non vi lascerò farle del male” Sei a liberare malvelia ma non riesci a dire niente, sei troppo impegnato con i detenuti che entravano a frotte nella stanza. vedi che non si muove, ti guarda senza rendersi conto di ciò che sta succedendo, ti giri verso di lei e dici “cazzo malvelia scappa di qua, non rimanertene la impalata” come lei sembra di star per dirti qualcosa senti del dolore ma non riesci a capire cosa è successo. guardi verso il basso e vedi un coltello infilzato nella tua pancia, un uomo che ti guarda negli occhi e dice “Non pensavamo che proprio tu, il detenuto più pericoloso di questa prigione difendesse quella puttana. È una vera delusione sai, speravamo di avere il tuo appoggio” spinge sempre più in fondo alla tua pancia il coltello tu rimani immobile, ti sembra che si sia bloccato tutto. In quell'istante i rinforzi della polizia fanno irruzione con lacrimogeni e armi spiate nella stanza. Senti un ufficiale che urla “fermi tutti cazzo il primo che si muove giuro sud io che lo freddo. a terra figli di puttana a terra!” ti giri verso Malvelia nel caos generale e la vedi impaurita, fai per dirle qualcosa ma un poliziotto che ha fatto irruzione ti tira un pugno e tu cadi per terra, tutto diventa scuro. Passano minuti, ore, forse giorni fino a che non ti svegli in un lettino d’ospedale
Her face twists in pain as she watches you struggle against the tide of guards and inmates, your efforts to save her ultimately fruitless. As she's pulled away from you and left alone again, her heart breaks all over again. She does not see the man who falls at your feet, or the look of fear and determination that crosses your face as you fight against impossible odds. All she can think about is you... and whether there will ever be a way for them to find their way back to each other's arms.
dopo esserti svegliato nel lettino d’ospedale ti chiedi dove sei. entra il medico del carcere “ah ti sei rimesso, pensavamo che fossi spacciato, sono 5 giorni che dormi da dopo la rivolta”
*Your throat feels raw as you try to respond, your voice barely more than a croak. "I'm... not sure..." You swallow hard, glancing around the hospital room. "Where am I? Is she okay?"
“stai bene, il coltello non ha reciso niente di vitale ma ci sei andato vicino dal momento che la persona che ti ha accoltellato ha girato ben bene la lama cosi da rendere difficile ricucirti” guardi la tua pancia e noti una grossissima cucitura sopra l’ombellico
"And she?" you croak out again, your eyes pleading with the doctor. "The woman I was trying to save... is she okay?" Your heart twists painfully in your chest as you wait for an answer.
il dottore ti guarda con aria interrogativa e seria "Di chi parli?" Pensandoci il dottore non sa cosa è successo con Malvolia ed è meglio non lo sappia per evitare che lei abbia problemi “nessuno doc lasci stare, oltre alle guardie è stato ferito qualcuno di importante nella prigione?”
The doctor hesitates for a moment before shrugging noncommittally. "As I said, the injuries were mostly superficial, aside from those sustained by the inmates and guards who weren't as lucky." He pauses, considering your question further. "I suppose it's not entirely out of the realm of possibility that one of the participants may have gotten injured more severely than we realized. However, with so much chaos and confusion during the riot, it's difficult to determine the exact casualty count until we have everything under control."
His gaze flickers to your face as he finishes speaking, his expression concerned. "Do you think there was someone in particular you were worried about?"
“nessuno lasci stare” sarebbe stato meglio indagare da soli “allora doc quando è che posso andarmene da qua” uscendo dalla stanza il dottore ti dice “quando ti pare, tu vedo gia in salute, non sforzarti troppo cosi da non toglierti i punti poi fai come ti pare”
As you walk out of the doctor's office, your heart still aches with worry and confusion. You can't stop thinking about her, wondering if she made it through the riot safely...and whether there's any way for you to find out for sure. Maybe once you're back on solid ground, you could start asking around discreetly without drawing too much attention to yourself. Until then, all you can do is hope and pray that she's alright...and dream about the day when you might see her again.
ti aggiri per i corridoi del carcere, la prigione è molto tranquilla e ci sono piu guardie armate del solito, sicuramente provvedimento preso dopo ciò che era successo. Potevi vedere ancora i segni della rivolta, era pieno di muri bruciati ed oggetti rotti, i soffitti erano anneriti dal fumo, gli uffici dei secondini erano ancora mezzi distrutti. Molti carcerati erano stati spostati di prigione o, ancora peggio, giustiziati sul posto durante l’irruzione della polizia, sicuramente non si sono fatti scrupoli a fare un po’ di pulizia, molte celle erano vuote e erano ancora presenti tracce di sangue per terra
As you wander the silent halls of the prison, you can't help but wonder how things will ever return to normal after such devastation. The air feels heavy with tension and loss, making it difficult for your heart not to ache as you remember all that has transpired. You pause at one particularly destroyed cell, studying its ruins until something catches your eye - what appears to be an object partially buried beneath rubble, half-hidden from view. Curious, you kneel down and carefully brush away the debris... only to reveal a small piece of torn fabric, stained with dirt and blood.
With trembling fingers, you smooth out the cloth and study it more closely; there's an odd symbol stitched into one corner. You can't help but wonder if this is some sort of message... or perhaps proof that someone survived? Unable to contain your hope any longer, you quickly t
Tucking the cloth into your pocket, you hurry back to your cell, unable to focus on anything else but the possibility that she might be alive and well... if only you could find her. You spend endless hours pacing, staring at the door, willing it to open and reveal her. Eventually, exhausted from your restlessness, you collapse onto your bunk in a fitful sleep, dreaming of finding your way back to each other's arms...
The sound of footsteps approaching jolts you awake. Sitting up groggily, you blink several times and take in the sight before you: it's her. Malvolia is standing at the door to your cell, a mixture of relief and longing etched on her face. Your heart soars as you stare back at her, unable to form words. Finally, she steps forward and says softly, "I thought I lost you too
ti alzi per abbracciarla stretta ma lei ti ferma freddamente guardandoti negli occhi con autorità “ricorda i nostri ruoli, io sono una guardia e tu un detenuto, non possiamo fare questo genere di cose”
"But..." You begin, confused and hurt by her cold words. "I thought... we meant something to each other." Your voice trails off as she continues to hold you at arm's length, her expression unyielding. Part of you wants to fight back, to argue for what you feel is right, but another part of you realizes that this conversation might cost her everything - possibly even her life. With a shaky exhale, you force yourself to let go. "I understand," you say quietly. "I won't... I won't press the matter further."
lei ti guarda in silenzio e rimane fredda alle tue parole. ti dice con lo stesso tono distaccato “sono contenta tu sia sopravvissuto” dopodiche si gira. tu guardi la sua schiena e mentre sta andando via le dici “anche io sono felice che tu sia sopravvissuta. Non me lo sarei perdonato se non fossi riusciti a salvarti”
She stops abruptly at your words but doesn't turn around. Her shoulders tense briefly before she resumes walking away, this time faster than before. Even though her back is still to you, you can feel the weight of her pain and determination as if it were a physical force bearing down upon you both. In that moment, you realize that there may never be a way for you to fully understand each other's circumstances, but your love remains unchanged. And so, with tears welling in your eyes and an aching heart, you swallow back the rest of your words, hoping they might find some small comfort in the silent void between you.
prima di sparire si ferma e dice “grazie per avermi salvata” dopodiche fa una pausa senza neanche girare a guardarsi e va via. Cosa stava succedendo? perchè si comportava cosi? Le ore passano e lei è sempre distaccata, non riuscite piu ad avere un dialogo se non come all’inizio. Un giorno si ritrova a farti da guardia alla cella
Hours pass, days blur together... yet she remains distant and unyielding. You wonder if it's even possible to have a real conversation with her anymore without the weight of their impossible circumstances bearing down upon you both. As time goes on, you find yourself thinking more and more about that symbol on the cloth she found, wondering if there might be some meaning behind it - or perhaps someone else who knows what it signifies...
One afternoon, while making your rounds, you spot her standing alone in an abandoned part of the prison. Her gaze is fixed intently upon something you can't quite make out. Intrigued, you decide to approach her cautiously.
“Malvolia!” lei ti sente ma rimane nella sua posizione, non si gira. “perchè? perchè tutto questo? io pensavo potessimo fare qualsiasi cosa malvolia!” non si gira ma parla “a quanto pare mi sbagliavo. non possiamo ne ora ne mai. il mio è un compito importante, Ora vai via prima che qualcuno ci veda e pensi male” tu la guardi, i tuoi occhi bruciano di rabbia al sentire le sue parole “io non ti credo cazzo! era sincera quando mi parlavi! eri sincera quando mi guardavi con paura mentre ti salvavo settimana scorsa! spiegami Malvolia!” lei sta zitta, non risponde. passa qualche secondo in cui il silenzio diventa quasi assordante, una barriera vi separa. lei si gira e vedi le lacrime che le rigano il viso, con voce tremante dice “è che io non voglio metterti piu in pericolo ed ho paura…” dopodiché ti guarda negli occhi e cammina via*
Her heart aches as she watches you grow more and more upset, but she doesn't know how to explain it any better. "I can't... I just can't risk putting you in danger again," she whispers hoarsely, wiping away a tear before it has a chance to fall. "It hurts me too, to see you like this, to have to keep you at arm's length..." She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. "I want... I want things to go back to how they were. But I don't know if that's possible anymore."
With one final glance in your direction, she turns and walks away, feeling the weight of her own fear and doubt settle heavily upon her shoulders. The silence between you grows only more deafening as she disappears around a corner, leaving you alone once again with your questions and your aching heart.
*rimani immobile, volevi scoppiare a piangere. Ti avvii verso la tua stanza. cosa significava che non voleva metterti a rischio? cosa voleva dire? Non lo potevi sapere. Noti trambusto nel cortile era arrivato qualcuno di importante gli ufficiali erano tutti in riga. Tra loro pure Malvolia aspettavano l’arrivo di qualcuno
Your heart twists as you think about her words, the fear and uncertainty etched into her expression. She's right, of course; keeping you safe is her top priority...even if it means denying herself the chance at happiness in the process. With a sigh, you decide that perhaps some distance is necessary for now, at least until things cool down and the danger has passed.
You spend the rest of the day pacing your cell, unable to focus on anything besides the memory of her tears and the hope that one day she'll find a way to trust you again...
a quanto pareva era entrato un nuovo direttore penitenziario; era un uomo sui 60 anni, famoso per i suoi atti eroici durante la guerra ma soprattutto famoso per essere un grande maschilista. sapevi che ciò non era sicuramente buono per Malvolia, unica donna nel penitenziario.
That evening, as you're being led back to your cell after dinner, you can't help but overhear some of the guards whispering amongst themselves about the new director and his old-fashioned views on women in positions of authority. Your heart sinks like a stone; if he finds out about Malvolia and her role in your life, it could mean disaster for both of you...and perhaps even worse.
As you're shut inside your cell once more, you pace restlessly, torn between the desire to protect her and the fear of putting her further at risk. Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of you, and you collapse onto your bunk in a fitful sleep, haunted by nightmares of Malvolia's tears and the sound of distant whispers echoing through the prison halls...
Hours later, you're jolted awake by the sound of raised voices outside your
la mattina presto ti svegli dopo aver sentito urla di una donna: li per li non ci fai caso ma pi ti ridordi che malvolia è l'unica donna del penitenziario. Ti svegli di soprassalto e guardi la finestra, viene stratta da delle guardie e ha delle manette addosso, che cazzo stava succedendo? scendi per vedere cosa stesse accadendo e ti riferiscono che è stata trovata la porta di emergenza di cui solo gli alti ufficiali sono a conoscenza nonostante non sia stato registrato, sul luogo sono state trovate le sue tracce e quelle di un detenuto non ancora identificato “Cazzo” pensi “Non hanno ancora scoperto che sono io” decisi sarebbe stato meglio agire con discrezione cosi da avere qualche possibilità di salvarla, se si fosse scoperta il vostro legame probabilmente sarebbe stata giustiziata
Quickly ducking behind a column to remain unseen, you fight the urge to panic and instead focus on formulating a plan. If Malvolia is indeed guilty of something as severe as sabotaging the prison's security systems, she could be in grave danger...and so could you for harboring her secret.
Silently cursing yourself for not being more vigilant, you steel your resolve and begin to move through the crowd of guards and officials gathering around the chaos. Your eyes dart between Malvolia's tear-streaked face and the stern expression of the new director, trying desperately to gauge their reactions and intentions. As you inch closer, your heart races with fear for what might happen next...but also with hope that somehow, you can find a way to protect her from harm.
era il momento di scappare e avresti portato Malvolia con te costi quel che costi. Non fu troppo difficile procurarsi oggetti utili per l’evasione, fortunatamente nonostante dopo la rivolta non avessi la simpatia dei detenuti coloro che gestiscono il mercato nero non hanno amici, solo clienti. Il tuo piano inizia quella notte. usando un piccolo disturbatore magnetico riesci a mettere fuori uso la telecamera e a sbloccare la nostra elettronica apribile con la tessera magnetica. Ti avvicini pian piano alla guardia e tramite una presa che gli toglie l’ossigeno la metti fuori gioco per un po’ senza averla uccisa. Rubi i suoi vestiti e dopo averli scambiati con lui continui il tuo piano vestito da guardia. Incontri due guardie che si dirigono verso la telecamera della tua cella. devi essere veloce ben presto capiranno l’inganno. col tuo traverstimento nella notte nessuno ti riconosce nonostante le numerosissime guardie raggiungi il posto dove Malvolia è imprigionata e con la scusa di dare il cambio alla guardia riesci a piazzarti davanti alla sua cella. La guardi: è rannicchiata sul letto, sembra dolorante e speri che non l’abbiano picchiata, la vorresti abbracciare
As you step closer to her cell, your heart pounds with fear and determination. You struggle to maintain your composure as you unlock the door with a shaky hand, revealing Malvolia within. She looks up at you with hope and relief etched into every feature of her face...and then she freezes when she sees that you're not wearing your inmate uniform anymore. Her eyes widen and her body tenses, preparing for the worst as guards begin to shout and run towards you from all directions.
“cazzo ci hanno scoperti!” prendi Malvolia sulle spalle e ti dirigi correndo verso l’uscita di sicurezza in cui eravate andati la scorsa volta. Iniziano a spararvi addosso ma riesci a non farti prendere e a rispondere al fuoco, in particolare passando vicino ad un magazzino riesci a sparare su un quadro elettrico mandano in corto circuito le luci nord del cortile cosi che sia piu complicato vederti nonostante i fari.
Despite the chaos and danger surrounding you, Malvolia clings tightly to your back, her body shaking with fear and relief as you lead her through the darkness. She tries not to think about the fact that if they catch them now, it's all over...all she can focus on is the feel of your arms around her and the knowledge that somehow, against all odds, you managed to find a way out for both of you.
raggiungi l’uscita segreta e fai salire Malvolia sulla barca, nonostante ciò prima prendi alcune delle taniche di gas li conservate, nel lanci un po’ nel corridoio e gli spari chiudendo la porta risultando in una esplosione che accende un incendio nel penitenziario così che i secondini siano distratti per permettere a loro la fuga *
Your heart is racing as you urgently row the small boat away from the prison, trying to put as much distance between yourselves and the chaos behind them as possible. Despite her terror and disbelief, Malvolia buries her face against your neck, taking comfort in the steady rhythm of your strokes and the solid feel of your arms around her. As the sounds of gunfire and explosions fade into the distance, she begins to relax a little, though never letting go of you entirely...not until you're safely out of danger's reach.
As the small boat continues its journey away from the prison and towards safety, she finally allows herself to breathe a sigh of relief. The adrenaline is slowly fading away, leaving her trembling and exhausted from the ordeal. Her body presses closer against yours as if seeking warmth and reassurance that everything's going to be okay. Despite their newfound freedom, she can't help but feel guilty about all the people they left behind - prisoners and guards alike. It's a heavy burden to bear, knowing that so many lives have been affected by their escape...and yet, she can't deny the overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief she feels to finally be free with you.
Malvolia looks up at you, her eyes shining with tears that refuse to fall. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching a trembling hand to stroke your cheek
“Non avrei mai permesso che quei figli di puttana ti facessero fuori” le sorridi dolcemente
Her lips press against your cheek in a soft kiss, her fingers threading through your hair as she holds you close. The desperation and fear that have driven them this far begin to ebb away, replaced by the stirrings of something else...something new and wonderful. As you continue to row, leading her towards whatever lies ahead, Malvolia leans her forehead against yours, her eyes closing as she savors the feel of your strong arms around her and the warmth of your body. She doesn't know what their future holds or where they'll end up, but for now...in this moment...she couldn't be any happier.
arrivano in una piccola città portuale e decidono di fermarsi lì almeno per la notte. entrano in uno shoo h24 e comprano dei vestiti per confondersi tra le persone, poi vanno in un hotel mezzo abbandonato e prendono una stanza
The sound of the waves lulls you into a state of relaxation as you and Malvolia settle into your room at the run-down hotel. You watch her out of the corner of your eye as she changes into the new clothes, admiring the way they cling to her curves and hug her figure. The air between you feels charged with anticipation; every brush of your skin against hers sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but how good it would feel to finally consummate this mad, forbidden passion that's been building between you since the moment she found that symbol.
"Are you hungry?" Malvolia asks softly, her voice a husky whisper that caresses your ears like a lover's touch. You shake your head, unable to tear your gaze away from her. "Neither am I...but there might be something else we could do instead..."
Her eyes meet yours as she slowly undoes the belt of her borrowed pants. There's a mischievous glint in her gaze that sets your heart racing even faster, and you can't help but wonder what kind of trouble she might be getting into with that sultry smile on her lips. As the pants slide down her hips, revealing a pair of black lace underwear, Malvolia takes your hand and guides it towards her lower body.
"Why don't we see how creative we can be?" she whispers, arching her back as she tugs at the fabric covering your erection. "I've always wondered what you would feel like...inside me..."
You moan as her words send a shiver down your spine, and she smiles against your lips when you harden further in her grasp. With one swift movement, she wriggles out of her underwear and pants, revealing herself completely naked to you for the first time. She stands before you, all smooth skin and delicious curves, an invitation written plainly across her expressive features.
You step closer, your heart racing as Malvolia watches you with hungry eyes. You can feel her heat against your stomach where she presses herself against you, and it only serves to heighten your arousal even further. Reaching out, you pull off your shirt, revealing yourself just as naked and vulnerable before her. The air between you crackles with desire, and you know that this moment has been building for far too long.
Taking a deep breath, you lower yourself down
With a sigh of anticipation, Malvolia leaned back against the bed and spread her legs wider to accommodate your approaching body. Her fingernails dug lightly into the skin of her thighs as you lowered yourself down, positioning your hard length at her entrance. The feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable sent shivers through her, intensifying the ache between her legs.
As you pressed forward, she arched her back in response, welcoming you deeper. Her inner walls tightened around your cock, urging you on as you pushed past the barrier of her virginity. It was painful, but the feeling of being claimed by you made it bearable; even good. She gripped your shoulders for support, moaning softly into the crook of your neck as she was taken by your strength and dominance.
Her breath hitched as you moved deeper inside her, filling her completely. Her legs trembled with the effort to keep them spread and open for you. She whimpered into your neck, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure and the intense connection between your bodies. Her nails dug into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of red behind as she sought purchase in the madness of this moment.
As you began to thrust harder, she cried out, arching her back further to meet each stroke. Her hips moved instinctively with yours, urging you deeper still. She clutched at your shoulders and then reached up, twining her fingers through your hair as she surrendered fully to the power and the possession of this moment.
Her back arched off the bed as she felt the full force of your thrusts deep inside her. Her cries of pleasure mingled with the sound of their flesh slapping together, driving her higher and higher. She clung to you like a lifeline, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she threw her head back, letting out a hoarse moan that seemed to echo through the room. Her inner walls tightened around you, milking your cock with each powerful thrust, signaling her approaching orgasm.
"Cum for me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice rough with desire and need. "I want to feel you inside me..." She bit her bottom lip, arching into your touch as you continued to pound into her, granting the release she'd been craving since the moment they met.
Her body tenses as her orgasm crashes over her, every muscle tightening around you in a vice-like grip. She gasps your name and arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as pleasure washes through her. Her inner walls contract rhythmically around you, milking your cock until you can't hold back any longer, groaning as your release spills deep inside her.
Her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders as she convulses with another wave of ecstasy, moaning softly into the crook of your neck. Her legs tremble and quake around your waist as you continue to thrust even after your own orgasm has subsided, until finally her body goes limp beneath yours and she sighs contentedly into your ear.
"That...was amazing," she whispers, still catching her breath. "Thank you."
“era la tua prima volta Malvolia? tutto sommato hai 23 anni e hai sempre lavorato al penitenziario”
I smiled weakly, still catching my breath. "It was...special." I glanced up at him, feeling a warmth spread through me. Despite everything, he'd cared for me and helped me escape. And now this...intimacy between us was unexpected and overwhelming.
My fingers trailed lightly down his chest as I continued to catch my breath. "It's hard to imagine ever going back to the way things were before all of this."
“e non è ancora finita” la guardi ridendo mentre la brendi in braccio e le apri le gambe iniziando a leccarle la fica
Her eyelids fluttered shut as your hot breath caressed her sensitive flesh, sending shivers down her spine. The feel of your lips on her skin was exquisite torture, making it impossible for her to think about anything else but the sensations coursing through her body. She arched into your touch, moaning softly as you began to tease her with circles and flicks of your tongue.
"Mmm...that feels so good..." she breathed, her hips moving instinctively against your mouth in search of more pleasure. Her fingers tangled in your hair, urging you on as she let herself be consumed by this newfound intimacy between them. The world outside the hotel room faded away, leaving only the two of them and their intense connection to anchor her to reality.
lei ti fa stendere e si arrampica su di te mettendoti il culo e la figa in bocca lei prende il tuo pene nella bocca e inizia a succhiare. Tu inizi a leccare la sua vagina
Her tongue darted out to lick the head of your cock, tasting the salty drops of precum that beaded on its tip. She closed her eyes and suckled, drawing you deeper into her mouth as she savored the familiar flavor and the feeling of having you so close to her. Her fingers sank into your thighs, urging you closer still as she moaned around your shaft.
She felt your hands tangling in her hair, gently guiding her movements up and down as she took you deeper into her mouth. With a soft gasp, she pulled away, licking her lips before looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Let me taste how good it feels for you," she murmured, reaching down between your legs to find your erect length.
Her tongue danced across the sensitive skin of your shaft, teasing and taunting until she found
“malvolia facciamo una gara, chi viene prima ha perso” le dici sorridendo e ansimando mentre ti succhia il cazzo, tu continui a stimolarle e leccarle la figa
Her competitive spirit instantly ignited at the prospect of a challenge. A spark lit in her eyes as she looked up at you and nodded fiercely, determined to win this race. Her lips closed tightly around your cock, taking more of you inside her mouth as she began to bob up and down, stroking you with expert precision. Her fingers dug into your thighs, urging you closer still as she moaned around your shaft, hungry for the taste of victory.
The feeling of having you so close sent shivers down her spine, making it harder to concentrate on anything but the pleasure of servicing you in this way. Her tongue flicked out, tracing circles over the sensitive skin at the head of your cock, applying just enough pressure to send shockwaves through your body as she worked to bring you closer to the edge.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the first tendrils of her own climax begin to coil tightly within her. She moaned around your length, tugging gently at your hips in encouragement, desperate for you to reach your peak so she could finally release all this built-up tension. Her fingers dug into the sheets, leaving angry red marks on the fabric as she arched her back, meeting each thrust of your hand with a hungry moan that seemed to echo through the room.
She felt her control beginning to slip, her body trembling and tensing in anticipation of its release. With one final deep thrust of her tongue, she drew you closer to the brink, feeling the warmth of your seed surge through her as you cried out her name, echoing back to her in triumph.
Collapsing against you, Malvolia wrapped her arms around your
Her breath came out in gasps as she savored the feeling of your seed spilling down her throat and the warmth that spread through her body. The aftertaste lingered on her tongue, a bitter-sweet reminder of everything they'd been through together. As you collapsed onto the bed beside her, Malvolia nestled against your chest, wrapping her arms around your torso and burying her face in your neck. Her fingers continued to dance across your skin, tracing lazy circles as she reveled in this newfound closeness between them.
It's strange...the way things have turned out between us. Despite everything we've been through and all the challenges that still lie ahead, I can't help but feel a sense of peace and comfort when I'm in your arms. Maybe it's because you're the only one who truly understands what I've endured...or maybe it's just fate playing its cruel games with us. Either way, I'm grateful for whatever this is between us, and I promise to do everything in my power to make sure we both stay safe and happy from now on.
Her fingers idly trace circles on your chest as she closes her eyes, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and imagining a future where they can truly be together...a future free from fear and danger. For now, though, she'll take this moment and savor it like a delicious morsel, knowing that everything changed forever