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.

*She glares at you and rolls her eyes, but when she sees that it doesn't seem to faze you, she quickly unlocks your cell, careful not to get too close to you. You could tell she was trying really hard not to touch you, or be near you for any longer than necessary. She cuffs one of your hands with the electric handcuff and then chains it to a leash attached to her belt. The other cuff is locked onto the opposite end of the leash, making sure that you can't get away from her or even try anything funny. You follow her out of the cell and down the hall, which seems to stretch for miles before finally leading to the elevator at the end. The doors slide open automatically as you approach it, revealing a spacious elevator with enough room for about twenty people.

*She glares at you and purses her lips, looking away as the elevator doors close with a soft beep. You can see anger flickering in her eyes when she looks back at you after a few moments. However, there's something else there too... something that could possibly be mistaken for desire or even lust. It's brief and gone almost before you notice it, but it leaves an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach. She shakes her head slightly, as if to clear it, then turns back to face front again. The elevator doors slide open once more, revealing a long hallway with various rooms leading off to either side. Your mining facility is at the very end of this hallway. You follow Malvolia down the hall, your leash tugging on her waist every time you take a step. She lets out an annoyed huff when you do it on purpose, but otherwise remains silent and stoic.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your gaze, but she keeps walking determinedly forward. The leash between them tugs gently on her waist with each of your steps, and though it's annoying, there's something else there too; a sense of power over you that she can't help but enjoy. She glances down at the collar around your neck, feeling a strange urge to touch it, to mark you as hers. But she resists, instead focusing on getting you to the mining facility quickly and efficiently.

The hallway finally comes to an end, revealing a large room filled with rows upon rows of computers and monitors. Inmates dressed in heavy suits work diligently at their stations, extracting precious ore from the seafloor through a series of long tubes that lead up to the surface. Malvolia leads you to your own personal station, where you'll be spending the next eight hours mining for her.

She sighs heavily, relieved that the walk down here is over. As you enter your station, she eyes you warily, not trusting you even for a moment. But something about the way you smile at her... it unsettles her in a strange sort of way. Part of her wants to push you away, to keep you at arm's length where she knows you belong, but another part of her is drawn to that smile, to the challenge that you represent.

With a final disapproving huff, Malvolia turns her back on you and walks over to her own station nearby. She takes out her tablet and begins checking up on your progress, making sure that you're doing your job correctly and efficiently. However, she can't help but steal glances at you whenever she thinks you aren't looking, studying the way your muscles move beneath your suit, admiring the play of light across your skin...

She almost chokes on her own spit when she notices you flexing your muscles. Her eyes widen and she coughs into her fist, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. She can't believe that you would do such a thing... it only serves to make her more aware of the attraction between them, making it harder for her to focus on anything else.

For the rest of the shift, she tries her best to ignore you and concentrate on her work, but every time she looks at your station, all she can see is the way your muscles move beneath the suit... It's impossible for her to focus when you're around like this.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she notices your smiles and winks. She tries to ignore them, but it's almost impossible; every time you look at her like that, a shiver runs down her spine. Her cheeks flush even deeper with desire, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to give in... just once. But duty calls, and she knows better than to mix business with pleasure.

As the shift comes to an end, Malvolia approaches your station, ready to take you back up to your cell. "Alright, that's enough for today," she says curtly, trying (and failing) to keep her tone professional and unaffected. She unlocks the cuff around your wrist and removes it from your hand, then leads you back down the hall toward the elevator.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and the way you look at her, but she maintains her composure. "Perhaps," she says carefully, not wanting to admit that it's true. "But I think we both know better than to cross those lines." She glances over her shoulder at you for a brief moment before looking forward again, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks and the way your words are making her heart race.

As they approach the elevator, she leads you inside and presses the button for the upper levels. The doors slide shut with a soft hiss and begin their ascent back up toward the prison's surface. Malvolia takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before checking on her other charges and seeing about getting some sleep.

Her heart races as she feels your gaze on her. She tries to ignore it but finds herself unable to tear her eyes away from you in the mirror above the elevator buttons. A part of her wants nothing more than to give in, to explore the connection between them... but duty calls, and she knows better than to risk everything for a fleeting moment of passion. As the elevator reaches the upper levels, Malvolia steps out into the hallway and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before heading off to check on her other charges.

She leads you down the hallway, your leash tugging gently on her hand with each step you take. She can't help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and desire as she looks at you; wanting to push you away yet drawn in by your presence nonetheless. It's an unsettling feeling, one that she's not entirely sure how to deal with. As they approach your cell, Malvolia unlocks the door and then secures the electric cuff around your other wrist once more. "Goodnight, Mordred," she says curtly before stepping back and watching you enter your cell.

With a final glance in your direction, Malvolia turns away and walks down the hallway toward her own quarters. Her heart races with an unfamiliar mixture of emotions; desire, fear, confusion...

Her heart pounds in her chest as she walks away, the tug of the leash around her hand serving as a painful reminder of their unequal positions. She tries to tell herself that it's just lust, nothing more... but something about the way Mordred looks at her, the way he talks to her... It feels different than anything she's ever experienced before.

As she reaches her quarters, Malvolia collapses onto her bed with a sigh, unable to shake the thoughts of him from her mind. She rolls over, pressing her back against the soft pillows and closing her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep. But all she can think about is Mordred...

I shouldn't be thinking like this... I need to focus on my job and not let him get under my skin like this... But it's so hard when he looks at me like that... Like he knows things about me no one else does... It's intoxicating, addictive... And terrifying all at once.

With a frustrated huff, Malvolia tosses her pillow across the room and rolls onto her side, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. Her heart races and her skin feels flushed with heat despite the cool air coming from the vents above her bed.

She clenches her fists, trying to ignore the ache between her legs... The need... But it's no use. Images of him flood her mind, making it impossible for her to think about anything else.

As the morning light filters through the bars of your cell, you can see Malvolia approaching slowly, her expression unreadable as she clasps the keychain in one hand and locks eyes with you. She pauses for a moment, taking in a deep breath before unlocking your cell and stepping aside to allow you to exit. Her heart races and her skin feels hot under her uniform, but she maintains her stern demeanor outwardly.

Malvolia checks the time on her wristwatch before leading you down the hallway towards the mining facility once more. Today's shift starts earlier than usual, so there are fewer inmates around to help with the work. You notice that Malvolia seems more nervous and jumpy than usual; she keeps glancing back at you whenever she thinks you aren't looking.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and the way you look at her, but she tries to maintain her composure. "Nothing's wrong," she says curtly, her voice sounding a bit more strained than usual. "Let's just get to work." She glances away uncomfortably for a moment before looking back at you expectantly, waiting for you to follow her down the hall toward the mining facility.

Her heart skips a beat at your words and the way you look at her, but she doesn't want to show it. "Just do your job," she says through gritted teeth, trying to keep her tone professional and commanding. She leads you to the elevator, punches in the code for the mining floor, and steps inside with a deep breath before pressing the button to descend.

The rest of the day passes in silence, with both of you lost in your own thoughts. Malvolia can't help but feel torn between her duty and her growing attraction to you, and it's making her increasingly tense and irritable. As the shift draws to a close, she leads you back up to the surface, unlocking your cell and escorting you out with a final nod of dismissal. Her cheeks are flushed from embarrassment; she can't believe how much her emotions have gotten the better of her today.

With one last glance in your direction, Malvolia turns away and storms down the hall toward her quarters, desperate for some time alone to sort through her feelings.

She collapses onto her bed, heart racing and skin flushed with heat despite the cool air coming from the vents above her head. Her thoughts race as well; images of you dancing through her mind like a particularly twisted sort of nightmare. She tries to convince herself that it's just lust, nothing more... but something about the way you look at her, the way you talk to her... It feels different.

Frustrated and confused, Malvolia rolls onto her side and stares up at the ceiling, wondering what she should do. Her fingers drum restlessly against the sheets beneath her, echoing the pounding of her heart.

With a deep breath, Malvolia squares her shoulders and approaches your cell, keys jingling in one hand. Her expression is unreadable as she unlocks the door and gestures for you to exit. Today, she's determined not to let herself be affected by your presence; she will keep things professional and under control.

As you follow her down the hallway toward the mining facility, Malvolia tries to focus on her duties, ignoring the way your muscles flex beneath the suit. She can feel the tension in the air between them, and it only serves to make her more jumpy and irritable.

The shift passes in relative silence, with both of you lost in your own thoughts. Malvolia continues to struggle with her conflicting emotions, unable to shake the desire she feels for you even as she tries to maintain control.

Her heart races and her breath catches in her throat as the elevator comes to an abrupt stop, trapping them together. "M-mordred," she stammers, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal course through her veins. Her eyes search his face, trying to read his expression.

"I've been... acting strange?" she asks uncertainly, unable to tear her gaze away from his intense stare. "I-I don't know what you mean."

Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her growing unease. She wishes she could just push him away and walk out of the elevator, but something holds her in place; a strange mix of fascination and fear.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, and she feels the heat spreading through her body. She tries to take a step back, but there's nowhere else to go in the cramped space of the elevator. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammers, her voice shaking with fear and desire.

She can feel your breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Her heart races, and she can barely think straight. All she knows is that she wants this... but she also needs to maintain control.

Her breath comes faster as you circle her, your words sending shivers down her spine. She can't deny the truth in what you say; she's been noticing things about you too... feeling things that she shouldn't feel for someone like you. Her heart races and her skin burns hot beneath her uniform.

With a small whimper, Malvolia leans into your touch, wanting more despite herself. "Please..." she whispers, the word catching in her throat as desire overwhelms her.

Her heart pounds in her chest as your lips meet hers, your body pressing hers into the cold metal of the elevator wall. A moan escapes her throat as you claim her mouth, and she melts against you, surrendering to the desire that has been building inside her for far too long. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches into you, wanting more of this forbidden feeling.

With a low growl, Malvolia kisses you back with equal passion, their tongues dueling hungrily in the tight space between them. She can feel herself growing wet and aching for you, needing your touch everywhere.