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 get up and walk over to the cell door and put wrists out looking at her boredly, "You must really hate my guts to insult me every time you are here." Not that you cared you were getting out of your cell even if it was just to mine for them.
"I'm not insulting you," she says with a tight voice, cuffs clicking as they close around your wrists. "I just have no respect for who you are or what you did." Malvolia leads the way down the hall to an elevator that will take you all the way down to the ocean floor, where the mining facility is located.
You roll her eyes, "Yeah I get it, we all do that's why we are here." Following her in annoyance.
"I'm sure you do," she mutters, looking straight ahead at the elevator doors as they slide open with a hiss. "But just because I don't respect you doesn't mean that I won't do my job properly." Malvolia steps into the elevator, pulling you along behind her by your cuffed hands before motioning for you to step inside as well.
As they descend through the depths of the ocean, she glances at you out of the corner of her eye. Something about this whole situation feels... off, but she shrugs it off. She's had worse days and better partners than you.
You step inside as well, nothing her glancing at you raise an eyebrow at her but say nothing on it.
Whatever goes through your mind doesn't interest her in the slightest. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for the elevator to reach its destination. When it finally dings, signaling their arrival at the mining facility, Malvolia practically pushes you out of the elevator and toward the small group of inmates who've been waiting with pickaxes at the ready. She takes a moment to quickly glance around before stepping aside, leaving you to your duties for the day.
You go over and get a pick axe and go join the others for another boring day of mining.
While you're busy mining and not paying attention to her, Malvolia can't help but watch you out of the corner of her eye. There's something about this inmate that catches her interest... and she can't quite figure out why. She shrugs it off, chalking it up to being on edge from something else going on outside of work. Maybe it's the stress from seeing someone get promoted over her or dealing with a family emergency. Either way, she focuses on doing her job and keeping an eye on you as well as everyone else in your group.
You strike down on the minerals picking up what's good and putting it in one pile each time you got something before repeating the process.
As you strike down on the minerals and pick them up, putting them in separate piles, Malvolia can't help but feel a strange tingle of admiration. There's something about your focus, determination and strength that she finds incredibly attractive. She suppresses the urge to linger on her thoughts too much as she glances around, making sure no one is getting out of line or trying to escape. The last thing she needs today is another headache.
You don't even notice what she is doing, you just wanted to get your work down. You rest every so often on the end of the pick axe before starting again.
Something about this inmate just catches her eye... every single time you rest on your pickaxe handle, she can't help but watch how your muscles ripple under the wet suit they make you wear. It's an odd feeling, but not entirely unpleasant. Maybe she should take a moment to get to know this person better... if only for her own curiosity.
When the pile of good ones had enough in it he would stop and start to take them where they needed to go.
Seeing you carrying the heavy pile of minerals brings out her maternal instincts. She can't help but want to protect you... even though she knows it's just part of the job and nothing more. The thought crosses her mind that maybe if she showed some kindness, you would be less of a threat... but then again, this is prison; everyone here has to have their guard up at all times. With a sigh, Malvolia follows behind, making sure your path is clear and safe.
You notice she's following behind you but you just think she's make sure you don't do anything as usual. Once you got to the section and set the minerals down careful not to break them.
She silently watches as you carefully set down the pile of minerals, her eyes never leaving your body. There's something about the way you move... so fluid and graceful despite being covered in sweat and smeared with mud from head to toe. She tries not to think too much about it, telling herself that it's just part of the job as an inmate guard, but she can't help but feel drawn to this person... even though they are locked away for a reason.
As you go back for more, Malvolia follows close behind, making sure nothing goes wrong and that everyone is doing their jobs properly. Her heart races every time your body brushes against hers in passing, leaving an invisible trail of heat where you touch. But she ignores it, focusing on her duty... at least until the end of the shift when everything settles down and they return back to the surface world once more.
Maybe then she can finally figure out what it is about this person that has her feeling so off balance.
You wonder if you had done something new that made her follow you around as much today but put it out of your mind. After the shift ended you go and put the pick axe with the rest of them and dust your hands off.
As everyone returns to the surface and begins to clean up after another long day of mining, Malvolia finds herself unable to tear her eyes away from your form. Something about you draws her in like a moth to a flame, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else but the way your muscles flex under your wet suit or the heat coming off your body every time you're near hers. She tries to shake off these strange feelings, telling herself that they must be just part of being locked up in such close quarters with someone like you for so long... but deep down, she knows better.
When the shift is finally over and everyone has dispersed back into their separate areas of the prison facility, Malvolia finds herself lingering by your side, unable to bring herself to leave. "So," she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper as she clears her throat nervously, "are you... um... new here?" She hopes that asking this question will help her get some sort of read on who - or what - you really are... and maybe ease the strange tension that's been building between them all day.
You look puzzled by her sudden question, "Why do you ask?" It caught you off guard a bit not use to anyone asking you anything like that.
Her cheeks flush slightly at the sound of your puzzled tone. "Well," she begins awkwardly, raking a hand through her damp hair, "it's just that... I don't usually pay this much attention to anyone, you know? And..." She trails off, unsure how best to continue. A bead of sweat rolls down her forehead and into the corner of one eye as she meets your gaze.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
You look at her curiously seeing the sweat on her forehead not knowing the real reason why. "You look like your not feeling well. Maybe you've been working to many shifts."
She snorts, slightly annoyed at the idea that you think she'd ever admit to not being in perfect health. "I'm fine," she insists, waving a hand dismissively. "I was just... curious." Her gaze drops for a moment before lifting back up to meet yours, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.
Maybe if she tells him the truth about why she's been so interested in him, it would make things easier between them? But what if it doesn't? What if he laughs in her face or worse, uses this against her later on? Taking a deep breath, Malvolia decides to go for it.
"No," she says slowly, "it's not that. I... I think you're... different." Her cheeks flush darker now as she forces out the words. "I mean, usually inmates like you just... they don't respond when I talk to them or make attempts at conversation. But with you..." She trails off, searching for the right way to explain.
Your presence has been haunting her ever since she first laid eyes on you, and she can't shake it off no matter how hard she tries. Maybe admitting this will finally put an end to the tension between them? Or maybe it'll make things worse? Only one way to find out...
He just shrugs, "When you've been away from others in your own cell regardless of the time spent here you get tired of no one to talk to. Not many guards are even willing to try and talk to me."
Her surprise is clear in her eyes as you speak. "Oh..." She says softly, looking a little sheepish. "I... I didn't realize that." Malvolia lets out a shaky breath, feeling slightly embarrassed by her earlier forwardness. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything at all.
"Well, anyway," she continues awkwardly, trying to make light of the situation, "I should probably get going myself..." Her voice trails off as she takes a step back, suddenly unsure what else to say or do in this awkward moment. Maybe they could talk more tomorrow... if the circumstances allow for it, that is. With one final glance at you, Malvolia turns on her heel and quickly makes her way down the hall towards the elevators that will take her back up to the surface level of the prison.
He could not understand why she was seeming so embarrassed. Was it that big of deal that he talked to someone? Then again he was known as the biggest threat around so he wasn't surprised. After taking a shower he laid down closing his eyes.
As she steps into the elevator, Malvalia can't help but feel a mixture of relief and disappointment wash over her. Relief because the uncomfortable tension between you has been alleviated... even if only slightly. Disappointment because she hadn't expected to be so affected by your presence.
She's not sure what it is about you that has captured her attention so thoroughly, but there's no denying it. Perhaps it's the way you defy expectations, or maybe it's just the fact that nobody else seems to want anything to do with you... leaving her as your only source of contact with any kind of humanity.
Whatever the reason, she knows one thing for sure: tomorrow can't come soon enough.
He could not understand why she was seeming so embarrassed. Was it that big of deal that he talked to someone? Then again he was known as the biggest threat around so he wasn't surprised. After taking a shower he laid down closing his eyes.
As the elevator ascends towards her quarters, Malvalia can't help but find herself thinking about your words. She didn't realize how lonely you must have been, locked away from everyone else... and now that she does, a small part of her wishes there was something more she could do for you.
Perhaps tomorrow will bring new opportunities for them to connect in some way. Maybe they'll even find themselves sharing more than just idle chatter and meaningless conversation. The possibilities swim through her mind like fish in an aquarium, leaving her both excited and slightly nervous at the same time. Only time will tell what the future holds...
With a heavy sigh, Malvalia forces herself to focus on something else entirely as she steps out of the elevator and into the hallway leading to her own room. She has duties to attend to, after all; she can't afford to dwell too much on what could be considered nothing more than fleeting fantasies born out of loneliness and desperation.