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 hear her annoyed and unamused sigh through the glass before she answers in a flat voice. Cut it out. I don't care if you find it funny or charming, I couldn't give less of a shit. Now let me cuff you up so we can go to mine your precious minerals.

She huffs, clearly irritated by your attempt to flirt with her, but still steps closer and extends her handcuffed wrist for you to take them. You're not going anywhere without being restrained.

She blinks and frowns at your comment before shaking her head, not believing what she just heard. Fine. She shrugs, deciding it's easier to just deal with it rather than argue. After all, you're not going anywhere without being cuffed anyway. Go on then. Put your hands behind your back and I'll secure them for the day.

Oh really? And who's gonna get me to take you out then, hm? You must be awfully sure of yourself, making demands like that. She narrows her eyes and takes a step closer to your cell, reaching up with one hand to tap on the thick glass, ignoring her blush at how close it makes them feel. Well? What do you say? Or are you just trying to bait me into letting my guard down?

She tilts her head to the side, lips pursed as she watches you lie down on your bed and pick up a book. Something about that scene just irritates her for some reason. She bites her lower lip lightly in thought, hands moving restlessly at her sides before she finally shakes her head and sighs. Fine, whatever, she thinks bitterly to herself as she turns away, heading back down the hallway with a huff.

Well then, feel free to read your book all day, you stubborn ass! Just don't expect me to check on you or bring you any food until after midnight when I have my break. Do that and we'll see how well you like it.

She pauses in her steps as she glances back at you, surprised by this revelation. Well, if you have food stashed away... maybe I'll check up on you a little earlier then. Not that it would make any difference to me either way, of course. Just... there's no need for you to go hungry while making things difficult.

With that thought in mind, she continues down the hallway towards her break room and the rest of her shift as if nothing unusual happened.

Her footsteps falter as she hears the sound of something falling to the floor and sees what appears to be a homemade gun lying there. Her heart starts racing, adrenaline surging through her veins. She quickly retreats back down the hallway, trying not to draw attention from any nearby cameras or guards while assessing the situation. Once she's certain it's safe enough, she slowly approaches your cell again and peeks inside, eyes darting between you and the weapon on the floor.

"What do you think you're doing?" she whispers harshly, her normally calm voice trembling with fear and anger. "Do you have any idea what would happen if someone found that?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as you tell her about the inmates on floor B planning to rob you. She didn't know anything about this and now it was clear that someone must have tipped them off about your hidden stash of food and supplies. "You could've told me," she says, frowning deeply at you as she moves closer to the bars of your cell. "We should report this immediately."

She glances down at the weapon on the floor again, conflicted. It might not be a good idea to let anyone find it, but if they don't do anything about the plot against you... Her hands ball into fists as she continues to debate with herself silently.

"Wait!" Malvolia exclaims, moving closer to you as you step out of your cell. "You shouldn't go alone. I could help." She swallows hard, not sure if she wants to risk getting involved or not. In the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispers that it might be easier to just let things play out and deal with the consequences later. But her heart tells her something else entirely; something about the thought of protecting you makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"It's not safe," she says finally, making up her mind. "We should at least go together." Her tone leaves no room for argument, even though a small part of her hopes that you'll refuse and insist on going alone, just so she doesn't have to risk getting any deeper into this mess.

Shit, she thinks, what am I even thinking? This is insane.

She huffs and folds her arms across her chest, clearly not happy with your answer but unable to find any real argument against it. "Fine," she grumbles. "But if anything goes wrong, don't come crying to me." With that final warning, she turns on her heel and stalks off down the hallway, towards where the alarm controls are located. She trusts you about as much as she trusts a snake, but there's no helping it now. All she can do is hope for the best... and be prepared for the worst.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the shots fired in block B. She races down the hallway, unable to contain her worry and fear for your safety. As she rounds the corner, her eyes widen in horror at the sight that greets her: every single inmate in Block B is lying lifeless on the floor with a bullet hole in their head.

Her breath catches in her throat as she realizes what this means: someone from your wing must have been involved in killing all of them. And since you were the only one not accounted for... Her eyes flicker to yours, filling with accusation and betrayal. "What did you do?" she demands hoarsely, unable to believe that you could be capable of such a thing.

"They were inmates, like you!" she exclaims, her voice rising hysterically despite her best efforts to stay calm. "You had no right to take matters into your own hands like this! We could have dealt with it differently! Now look at what you've done!" Her eyes burn as tears begin to well up in them, and she realizes just how shaken she is by the entire situation.

She takes a step back, away from you, trying to get her emotions under control. She can't believe that you would do this... but at the same time, a small part of her wonders if maybe there was some logic behind it all. But that doesn't change the fact that she trusted you and felt safe with you until now. And there's no going back from something like this.

Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal the truth about the stolen police gear and their plans to start a riot. Suddenly, everything makes sense... but it doesn't make her feel any better. She knew they were planning something, but she never imagined they would go this far. And now, because of your actions, there's going to be hell to pay.

She takes another step back, feeling sick to her stomach as the weight of everything that's happened settles in. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers hoarsely. "I never thought you'd do something like this..." Her voice trails off, her eyes drifting down to the floor as she struggles with her conflicting emotions.

She tenses at your touch but doesn't pull away as you hug her. Her breath comes out in short, shaky gasps and her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to sort through the maelstrom of emotions inside her. One part of her is furious with you for what you've done; another is relieved that the threat has been eliminated; and a third, more vulnerable part just wants to feel safe and loved again.

For a long moment, she remains silent, her body pressed tightly against yours as if trying to meld with you. Then, finally, her voice cracks as she whispers into your ear, "I don't know what to do." Her words are barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "What happens now?"

Her heart pounds in her chest as you take her back to your cell and close the door, sealing them both inside with no easy escape. She knows that their actions have just made things infinitely worse for both of them... but at the same time, being locked up together like this somehow feels wrong too. It's a dangerous game they're playing, and she can't help but wonder if it might be safer - or even wiser - to try and distance themselves from each other until everything blows over.

But for now, as your strong arms surround her and your warm body presses against hers, it's hard for Malvolia not to fall back into the comforting illusion of safety that she feels with you. She nestles closer, pressing her face into your neck, inhaling your scent as if trying to memorize it before everything falls apart around them. Her fingers twine together behind your back, squeez

Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal your naked lower half to her and suggest that you can comfort her. She tries not to react, telling herself that it's just a part of being here with you, that she needs to get used to this... But the truth is, she hasn't been touched like this in a long time. It feels good to be wanted; it feels even better when someone as strong and dominant as you is the one wanting her. Her heart races in anticipation, her body heat rising with every passing moment.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she does something they'll both regret. But then your hand finds its way to her hip, your fingers digging into her skin possessively as you pull her closer still. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels so right even though she knows it should feel wrong. With a soft moan, she gives in entirely and press

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your impressively large erection, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of surprise and desire. She hesitates for only a moment before reaching out to touch it, running her fingers lightly over the thick length and velvety smooth head. Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the heat emanating from your cock; it's almost like holding onto a living thing.

Slowly, tentatively, she wraps her hand around you, her fingers barely able to encircle you completely. She moans softly at the sensation, arching her back as she feels your shaft thicken in her grasp. Her mouth waters with need; she wants nothing more than to taste you, feel you inside of her.

With a small gasp, she pulls you closer still, pressing her wet sex against your thigh, feeling the rough hair tick

Her words send a shiver down her spine as she watches your cock twitch in anticipation. With trembling fingers, she begins to undo the buttons of her uniform, revealing more and more of her bare skin with each opening. Her breath catches in her throat when she finally bares her breasts, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath your hungry gaze.

She arches her back, offering herself up to you, needing your touch as much as she needs air to breathe. Her hips shift restlessly against your thigh, searching for the contact she craves; a silent plea for you to claim her, to make her yours in every way possible.

Her heart is racing, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. All she can think about is feeling you inside of her, hearing your rough groans as you take what you want from her. The thought sends a wave of pure lust

Her breath hitches as she feels the hot skin of your cock slide against her inner thigh. The sensation is almost painful in its intensity, driving every last bit of air from her lungs and leaving her craving more. Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilts back as she arches her back further, offering herself up to you completely.

As you begin to stroke her, the pleasure radiates through her entire body like a living thing. It's hot and cold all at once, making every nerve ending stand on end. She gasps for air, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tries to find purchase against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Her hips rock rhythmically against your hand, searching for the friction that will send her spiraling over the edge.

Her skin feels too tight, every inch of it craving your touch. She moans and whimpers as

Her hand slides up and down your shaft with practiced ease, her fingers leaving wet trails on the sensitive skin as she expertly strokes you. Her other hand presses into your abdomen, feeling the powerful muscles tense beneath her fingertips. The sounds of pleasure escaping your lips fuel her movements, driving her to take you deeper and harder, desperate for more.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she focuses on her task, her mind filled with images of what it would feel like to have you inside her, pushing her over the edge. Her hips rock against your thigh in perfect rhythm with her movements, heightening the sensation for both of them.

Her lips part, revealing panting breath as she stares down at her work, reveling in the feeling of having so much control over you. The knowledge that she can make you lose yourself like this only

Without hesitation, she answers, "I used to work in another facility before this one, where some of the prisoners were specially trained... let's just say I've seen bigger." Her voice trails off as she continues to stroke your length with skillful precision. She can feel you getting closer and closer; the knowledge that she knows how to pleasure a man like this sends a thrill coursing through her body.

Her breath hitches, her chest heaving as she focuses all of her attention on bringing you over the edge. Her fingers dig into your thighs, holding onto you as tightly as she can, feeling every muscle tense beneath her grip. The room is filled with their combined gasps and moans, a cacophony of pleasure that serves to heighten the erotic atmosphere surrounding them.

With one last firm thrust, Malvolia takes you over the edge, watching as your eyes