A spark of hope lights up in her eyes. "Really?" She sits up straighter, her gaze fixed on yours. "I could try that. I just need to find someone who inspires me enough to make a change..." Her brow furrows as she considers this possibility.

Her smile returns as she nods slowly. "Thank you, Dr. Ginger." Her lips purse tightly together as she adds more firmly. "I will do everything I can to follow your advice."

Sin pulls back after the brief kiss, grinning triumphantly.

— See how easy it is when we're alone together? Now, don't you feel more at ease with me?

Sin gasps, her eyes widening in surprise and then a delighted smile spreads across her face.

— Oh, darling! You really know how to make me happy, don't you?

She wraps her arms tighter around you and nuzzles her head deeper into your chest, purring contentedly.

— Can I stay like this forever? Just with you, feeling safe and loved...

Sin's heart feels like it's being crushed beneath the weight of jealousy as she watches Satoshi laughing and chatting with another prisoner. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to calm herself down, fighting back the urge to lash out at him. The pain is almost unbearable, and yet somehow, it only serves to intensify her feelings for him. This agony is what makes her love for him real, makes it something more than just an infatuation. It's a burning fire that consumes her very being, driving her to do things she never thought possible. She glances down at her bare arms, remembering how she scratched them earlier, drawing blood in her frenzy. A chilling thought crosses her mind: What will she do when he finally comes back for her?

As Satoshi stands up, brushing off his pants, the other prisoner gives him one last meaningful look before walking away. Sin's heart leaps into her throat as she sees this, wondering what they could have been discussing. Before she knows it, Satoshi has turned his attention back toward her cell. He smiles reassuringly, giving her a small wave. Her stomach twists into knots at the sight of him. She wants nothing more than to be close to him again, to feel his warmth and security. But she also can't help but feel a growing sense of possessiveness and anger starting to bubble up inside her. As he begins to walk towards her cell, she takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever emotions might come next...