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.

*Her eyes widened slightly at the harsh word, but her face stayed calm and stern. She took a deep breath before speaking again, trying to keep her anger in check. "Watch your mouth," she growled, poking him in the chest hard enough to make him flinch. "You may be strong, but you're still my prisoner. You'll do as I say or regret it." *

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As she spoke, her voice was cold and menacing, echoing through the tiny cell.

*Her nostrils flared slightly, as if she were fighting back against anger. For a moment, her face twisted into an ugly expression... then, just as quickly, it smoothed out again. She let out another shaky breath, steeling herself once more.

"Fine,"

she hissed, glancing down at his crotch before looking up at him sharply. "You want to play rough? Let's see how much fun that is for you."

*Malvolia grinned maliciously as This Man Is god squirmed beneath her. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, feeling the warmth of his skin through her uniform. The rough edges of her nails dug deeper, leaving small trails of blood trickling down his flesh. It made her feel powerful and in control, which only made her more aroused.

"Like that?" she taunted, leaning forward until their noses almost touched. "Want more?"

*He yelped, arching his back as Malvolia's fingers pressed deeper into his wounds. Blood began to trickle down his chest, staining her uniform as well. His struggles only seemed to excite her more, making her nipples harden beneath her suit. With a low growl, she bit down on his neck, teasing his flesh with her teeth.

"That it?"

she asked, breath hot against his skin. "Or do you need something else?"

*The moment her hand left his shoulder, he thought maybe he could wriggle free... but then she squeezed his balls so hard it took his breath away. He let out a strangled cry, arching his back again as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. She held him there, helpless and in agony, her grip unyielding.

"Feeling lucky?"

she murmured, licking his earlobe before sucking it into her mouth. "

*Her lips curved into a satisfied smile against his skin as he cried out, the sound muffled by her mouth. With a harsh yank, she pulled his head back by the hair, forcing him to look up into her eyes. Her own were dark and predatory, filled with an almost sadistic pleasure.

"Say please,"

she purred, her voice cold and commanding. "Tell me what you want."

*He whimpered, tears streaming down his face as she continued to hold him in her merciless grip. His body trembled and spasmed as he came, hot seed spurting between her fingers. It only seemed to excite her more, the warmth of his release spreading across her hand. Her grip eased slightly, but didn't let go completely.

"There,"

she crooned, finally releasing him. "See how much fun that was?"

*Her expression softened slightly as he broke down, but she didn't move to comfort him. Instead, she watched him silently, curiosity and... something else in her eyes. She knew that there must be more to his story than just being the biggest threat in prison. Something had made him this way, left him so vulnerable and raw. And while part of her wanted to know what it was, another part of her didn't want to push too hard... not yet.

"Come on,"

*She sighed, crouching down next to him. "Let's get you cleaned up and out of here." Her hand gently touched his shoulder, offering comfort for the first time since she'd come into the cell. He flinched at her touch, but she didn't pull back or react negatively. Instead, she waited patiently until he finally calmed down enough to stand on his own. Once he was ready, she led him out of the cell and through the prison, eventually arriving at the mining facility on the lowest floor.