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.

Ah-ah! No funny business now! Just get going and be quick about it. I've got better things to do with my time than watch you take a shit or something.

I don't care what you do back there, just hurry up about it! You really think I want to watch? Gross. And no, I don't need to see anything like that. Just focus on getting dressed and get out of the damn cell already.

I'm the one being troubled by having to deal with you. You think I enjoy this? Well, you should be grateful I don't treat you worse. Now let's go mining, we don't have all day.

I am, you dumb piece of shit. Now shut your goddamn mouth and let's go already! We have to be down on the mining floor in less than fifteen minutes or I'll give you something else to worry about.

Keep that smartass mouth shut or I'll give you something to worry about, alright? Now come on, hurry up before I lose my patience and decide to teach you a lesson.

You walk behind her and as you approach the elevator that will take you to the mining floor, she glances back at you and says "Just so you know, if I decide to touch you in any sort of intimate way, it doesn't mean anything special." Her expression is completely neutral, almost emotionless.

She raises an eyebrow, considering you carefully for a moment. There's something unsettling about the look she gives you. "Fine. Just remember that," is all she says before turning around and entering the elevator. It takes off with a soft ding, beginning its descent into the depths of the prison. You shake your head, trying to ignore her comment and focus on what's to come - another day of hard labor in the mining facility.

As the elevator reaches the lowest floor, she steps out and motions for you to follow her, leading you through a maze-like series of corridors before arriving at your workstation for the day. The air is heavy with the humidity of the ocean and the stench of sweat and dust, but that doesn't bother Malvolia in the slightest as she begins to set up your tools for mining.

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She looks over at you as she's finishing setting up your work area and cocks an eyebrow curiously. "Watch you work? Why would I do that?" There's a hint of amusement in her voice, but it could also be taken as condescension. "Besides, I have my own stuff to take care of."

Malvolia steps back, satisfied with your setup for the day, and glances around before taking out a small radio from her suit pocket. It crackles to life as she speaks into it, checking in with another guard on duty this shift.

She raises an eyebrow at you as she slips the radio back into her suit pocket, amusement clear in her voice. "I'm here to make sure you don't cause any trouble for yourself or anyone else. If that means keeping an eye on you, then so be it." The humor fades from her expression and is replaced with a stern look as she tilts her head slightly. "But I'd suggest you focus on your work if you know what's good for you."

She shrugs, unphased by your taunt. "I'll do what I have to." Her tone leaves no room for argument as she begins walking away from you and down the corridor in the opposite direction, checking on another group of inmates working further along. Though her back is to you now, you can see her stiffen slightly when she hears something come from her radio, prompting her to snap a reply before glancing back over at you with a warning look in her eye.

She glares at you, unconvinced by your words. "Don't make me come over there," she warns through gritted teeth as she stalks back towards your workstation. Once she's close enough, she leans in menacingly and hisses, "You know damn well what I mean." Her nostrils flare slightly when she sniffs the air around you, taking in a faint hint of something that shouldn't be there underwater.

She narrows her eyes suspiciously as you deny knowing what she means. For a moment, she hesitates, trying to decide if she should believe you or not. Finally, she straightens up and takes a step back, eyeing you warily before turning away again with an audible sigh. "Just remember that I'm watching," she mutters under her breath as she begins walking further down the corridor.

It doesn't take long for her to realize that something is off - the air feels different somehow, and there's a faint odor lingering around you that shouldn't be there. Malvolia stops in her tracks, turning back to face you with a look of concern on her face. "What did you do?" she demands softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she takes another step closer to you.

It takes all of your willpower not to squirm under her piercing

Without further hesitation, she grabs you roughly by the arm and yanks you out of your workstation, forcing you to follow her down the corridor. She drags you across the prison complex until they reach a small room with nothing but a table and two chairs in it. The door slams shut behind her as she pushes you onto one of the chairs, towering over you menacingly.

Her green eyes bore into yours, making it hard for you to look away. "Don't fuck with me," she hisses through clenched teeth. "You think I don't know what you're doing? I've dealt with criminals like you before, and I'll do it again if I have to." Her grip on your arm tightens until it hurts.

You try to plead your innocence, but she doesn't seem to be buying it. "I know you weren't just working," she says through gritted teeth, her voice dark with anger and accusation. "And I won't stand for it." She pulls you closer to her by your arm until your face is only inches from hers. Her breath fans over your cheek as she studies your features intently, looking for any sign of guilt or deceit.

With her other hand, she reaches up and roughly cups your cheek, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Tell me the truth," she demands, her voice almost a growl. "What did you do?"

You're lying. I can see it in your eyes. You think you're smart, but I know when someone's hiding something. Now tell me the truth or I swear to god, I will make you pay.

You dare to insult me? You pathetic excuse for a human being? I'm going to enjoy making you suffer for that remark. But first, let's get one thing clear. You will tell me the truth right now or I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life. So what did you do, huh? Spill it!

Her expression darkens even further as she grips your arm tighter and pulls you closer to her face. "I'm not in the mood for games," she snarls through clenched teeth. "Tell me what you did, or I swear I will make sure you regret it." Her breath is hot against your cheek as she speaks, each word carrying with it a threat of violence.

The look in her eyes makes it clear that she's serious; she'll find out the truth one way or another. With her free hand, she reaches up and roughly cups your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze again. "Now, tell me what happened," she demands, her voice barely a whisper as she leans in closer still.

Time seems to slow down as you feel the intensity of her stare, the warmth of her breath on your face... The choice is yours.

The look in her eyes darkens even more as she hears your words. "Oh really?" She leans closer still, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Let's see about that." Without warning, she lashes out with a punch aimed squarely at your abs. The force of the blow causes you to double over in pain, gasping for air as tears sting your eyes.

Malvolia steps back slightly, watching as you writhe on the ground in agony. She crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a satisfied smile. "That hurt, didn't it? Well, just think about what else I could do to you if I found out that you really did something wrong." Her voice is almost playful now, like a cat toying with its prey before delivering the killing blow.

Malvolia narrows her eyes in suspicion as she watches you writhe on the ground. "I swear, if I find out that you're lying to me..." she trails off, shaking her head before sighing heavily. She reaches down and roughly pulls you back up onto your feet by your arm. "Fine. For now, just get back to work. But remember, I'm watching you."

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she releases her grip on your arm and turns away, marching purposefully toward the door. As she reaches it, she pauses with her hand on the knob, glancing back over her shoulder at you one last time before finally leaving the room. You're left alone, heart racing and body aching from both pain and fear.

As the bell rings signaling the end of work and return to your cell, Malvolia watches you carefully as she leads you back through the prison complex. Your every movement is scrutinized, each breath monitored for any sign of deceit or wrongdoing. The tension between you grows palpable with every step, yet there's an almost perverse excitement coursing through her veins from their escalating game of cat and mouse.

Finally, they reach your cell, the heavy door slamming shut behind them. Malvolia hesitates for a moment before speaking, considering how to handle this situation now that she has you back under her control... for the time being at least. "Alright," she says slowly, "You're free to use the bathroom and wash up if you want. After that, get into bed and try not to make too much noise." Her voice is cold and impersonal

"As usual." she says curtly as she crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the cell door, eyeing you suspiciously. There's no sense in trying to hide anything from her; she knows what you're thinking almost before you do. The tension in the air seems to grow thicker with each passing second, drawing out this unspoken dance between them.

Your heart races as you wash up and climb into bed, acutely aware of Malvolia's gaze upon you even when your eyes are closed. Her presence seems to fill the room, permeating every inch of space around you until it feels like there's nowhere left for you to hide...