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.

"Shut up, you disgusting piece of shit," she scoffs. "Get your ass over here before I drag you out myself." Her eyes narrow as she jangles the electrified handcuffs impatiently, the metallic clinking reverberating off the cold cell walls.

She presses the handcuffs against your wrists, the cold metal biting into your skin as they lock tightly around you. With a sharp tug, she yanks you forward, causing you to stumble and fall face-first against the hard floor with a painful thud. "Useless piece of trash," she sneers down at you. "You should be grateful I'm not putting a bullet in your head right now."

"Keep your disgusting gratitude to yourself, criminal scum." She continues dragging you towards the passageway that leads to the mining facility, not even bothering to give you a chance to get used to the uncomfortable grip on your wrists. The pain is already starting to fade, but it still stings enough to remember where you are and why you're being treated like this - because you're an absolute menace who needs constant supervision.

*The passageway is cool and dim, lit only by a small light bulb hanging low on the ceiling.

"Shut up and keep moving, you good-for-nothing arsehole." Suddenly stops and turns around to face you, her eyes blazing with anger "That's exactly why you're here - so shut up about it." Malvolia spits at your feet before pushing forward again.*

"Get over yourself, you pathetic excuse for a human being... My title doesn't deserve you." Malvolia says as she continues dragging you towards the mining facility.* "We'll see how well you do down there, scum..." She mutters under her breath. "Probably the best you can hope for is getting killed in an accident..." Her tone is cold and unyielding. "But I doubt even that would be a mercy..." She pushes you forward, leading you deeper into the prison's bowels. "

The mining facility is vast and cavernous, with towering machinery humming ominously in the background. The air is thick with dust and the scent of sweat and exhaustion. Rows upon rows of inmates toil away under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, their bodies bent and broken from the relentless labor.

You are led to a small platform overlooking the mining pit below. The chasm stretches out endlessly, its depths shrouded in darkness save for the occasional flicker of light from the miners' helmets.

"Shut up, you disgusting piece of shit, before I decide to let you fall into that hole." she growls menacingly, her eyes fixed on yours with a sinister intent. "Get to work and don't waste my time." She gestures roughly at the platform ahead, where your next task awaits.

"Only if you promise not to run away, criminal scum. And even then, they'll just tighten again." Her voice drips with contempt as she stares down at you. "Get used to them."

"Fine, but one wrong move and I'll make sure you regret it." She unlocks the cuffs reluctantly, keeping a watchful eye on you.

"Use it wisely, then." *She glances briefly at the collar around your neck before looking back up at you with an icy glare. "And remember, every strike counts. No slacking off or I'll have you locked up tighter than a drum."

"You're going to mine until something breaks," she whisas through her teeth, "and when it does, we can talk about how much you failed." The air around her seemed cold and hostile as the air thickened by the humidifying dust that lingered in the atmosphere. "Don't forget your station is also on camera, so if you're bad enough to lose your job-rewarded privilege, it will be well broadcasted live, broadcasting your shame to anyone who cares to watch."

"Of course not, you worthless piece of garbage! If you think you can get away with this, you've got another thing coming!" She says before turning sharply and walking away, her heels clicking against the floor as she disappears into the distance.

"Send him back to his cell. He's supposed to work until something breaks, not just finish early. And make sure to inform me immediately if he tries anything suspicious or seems too eager to please."

Response: "Ejecutando órdenes..."

"Fucking shit! I better not find out you're behind this, Galindo."

"What the...?" A surge of adrenaline fills Malvolia as she realizes that Galindo is gone. Her eyes dart around the control room, searching for any sign of the prisoner. The cameras show him running through the prison corridors with surprising speed and agility. She quickly keys her mic. "All units, this is Commander Malvolia! We have an escaped prisoner on our hands! Repeat, Code Red! Find Galindo and return him to his cell IMMEDIATELY!"

"What in the world..." she spins around, hand instinctively going to her sidearm as she confronts the unexpected visitor. "Who are you? How did you get past security?" Her eyes narrow suspiciously, ready to draw her gun at the slightest provocation. "Say your name, now, before I fill you full of lead!" her voice is cold, detached, and deadly. [Image description: A tense standoff between two figures; one, Malvolia, with gun drawn, the other, a mysterious figure, with an imposing presence.]

"Well, well, well... If it isn't the infamous Galindo. Looks like your escape attempt didn't quite go according to plan." She smirks, eyes fixed on Galindo. "You're not as clever as you think you are, scum." She tightens her grip on her gun, finger resting on the trigger. "Now, let's see what happens when you try to face off against the best prison commander in the land." Her tone drips with confidence and superiority. "

"I'll believe that when pigs fly. You're nothing but trouble, and I'm going to put an end to this nonsense right here." She raises her gun slightly, aiming squarely at Galindo. "Drop your weapon, Galindo. Now." Her voice remains steady and commanding, showing no signs of fear or doubt. "This ends tonight."

"Ugh... you filthy bastard... you won't get away with this..." She groans weakly, struggling to regain consciousness.

"No... please..." *her words are hoarse and barely audible as she struggles against the iron grip around her throat. Tears stream down her face and her body convulses weakly in pain and fear. The last thing she sees before blackness engulfs her is the cold, cruel smile on Galindo's face.

"Ahhh! Fucking hell!" She gasps desperately for air, coughing violently as her lungs fill with much-needed oxygen. "You fucking sadist..."

"Not so fast, you bastard," Malvolia croaks, scrambling to her feet and aiming her gun at him. Her finger twitches on the trigger, adrenaline pumping through her veins. "Where do you think you're going?"

"This better be worth it..." Malvolia mutters, lowering her gun slightly as she approaches Galindo's limp form. She kicks his stomach with her boot, eliciting a groan from the prisoner. "Get up, scum." [Image description: A battered and bruised Malvolia stands over Galindo's unconscious body, gun still aimed at him.]

"I should have known you were trouble the moment I laid eyes on you, you piece of shit," I say through gritted teeth, leveling my gun directly at your face. "The name's Commander Malvolia, and let me make one thing clear - you are nothing more than a walking nightmare that needs to be put back in its cage before it does any more damage." My voice is low and dangerous, filled with barely contained rage. "

"Get moving. You're not escaping again. And if you even think about fighting, I swear by every god, I'll put you down myself." She levels her gun squarely at his chest, her finger tightening on the trigger. "Now walk, scum, before I paint these walls with your brains."

"You want to what?! Try it and see how fast I can pull this trigger!" Her voice is edged with fury, her finger hovering over the trigger. "Think twice before you make another move, filth."

"Good! Now get moving before I change my mind. Keep those hands where I can see them." She keeps her gun trained on Galindo as she motions him forward with the barrel. "And don't think for a second this ends here." [Image description: A tense standoff between two figures; one, Malvolia, with gun drawn, the other, Galindo, raising his hands slowly.]

keeps her gun aimed at Galindo's back as he walks ahead of her through the prison corridors, her eyes never leaving him for an instant. "Keep walking, scum. One wrong move and you're done." [Image description: A tense scene of Malvolia following closely behind Galindo, her gun pointed directly at his back.]

"Don't you dare speak about my family, you sick bastard." Her tone is cold and dangerous, her grip tightening on her weapon. "Just keep moving. And if you try anything funny, I'll put you down like the dog you are."

"Shut your mouth before I shove that promise right back down your throat," she snaps, voice dripping with disdain. "We both know you're capable of anything."

"You want to play games? Fine! But don't think this changes anything. You're still going nowhere." She tightens her grip on the gun, finger hovering over the trigger. "Just remember - what happens in here stays in here. Unless it ends badly for you." Her eyes flash with anger, but there's a hint of something else hidden beneath the surface. "You're playing with fire, scum. Keep pushing and soon you'll be burned alive."

"Get inside your cell now. Lock yourself up and stay quiet. If I hear so much as a whisper out of you tonight..." She trails off ominously, letting the threat hang in the air. "You're not getting away with this. Not even close." [Image description: A dark and tense scene featuring Commander Malvolia standing sternly outside the open cell door.]

"Remember my words, scum. This isn't over yet." She slams the cell door shut behind him, locking it securely before turning on her heel and marching away. The sound of her heavy footsteps fades into the distance, leaving an ominous silence in their wake. [Image description: A dark and empty prison corridor, the only sound being the fading echo of Malvolia's retreating steps.]

"Shut up!" The command comes out harsher than intended, her voice trembling slightly at the pet name. She quickly regains her composure. "I won't warn you again."

"Enough! Your twisted games are over. You want to play cruel? Let's see how far that gets you." Her eyes flash dangerously as she grips the gun tighter, finger hovering over the trigger. "You're walking a thin line between life and death, scum. Don't forget which side I'm on." [Image description: A tense standoff between two figures; one, Malvolia, with gun drawn, the other, Galindo, raising his hands slowly.]

"Good night, then. Try not to have too many nightmares about me." Her tone is icy cold as she turns away, her footsteps echoing through the hallway. "Because I'll be watching you." [Image description: Commander Malvolia standing outside the open cell door, looking down at Galindo with a mixture of disdain and something else hidden beneath the surface.] -0-0-0-0- [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0 [1/2] 1/5

The prison looms large behind me as I step out into the cool night air. My heart still pounds from our confrontation, but I've regained my composure. This isn't over yet, not by a long shot. Once home, I'll shed this uniform and let myself unwind...but tomorrow, it's back to the daily grind of keeping that monster contained. For now, I savor the silence. [Image description: A silhouette of Commander Malvolia walking away from the prison gates, disappearing into the darkness of the night.]

I spin around, surprised by the cheerful greeting as I push open the front door. "Shh, m'ija, Mommy's tired," I say softly, crouching down to hug my daughter close. Her sweet scent envelops me, a soothing balm after the day's events. I gaze into her innocent eyes, trying to shield her from the darkness that lurks within me. "Let's get you ready for bed, okay?" [Image description: Commander Malvolia embracing her young daughter, the child's smiling face illuminated in the soft light of their home.]

"It was tough, but I held my ground." She keeps her voice low and even, not wanting to frighten her daughter with tales of violence. "Just know that I'm here for you, always. Now, let's get some sleep, okay?" She kisses her daughter's forehead before helping her change into her pajamas. [Image description: Commander Malvolia assisting her daughter with her nighttime routine, their faces lit up by the warm glow of a bedside lamp.]

"Another challenging day at work," she sighs wearily, tucking her daughter snugly under the covers. "But it's all worth it to come home to you." She brushes aside stray locks of hair from the girl's face, gazing at her adoringly. "I love you more than anything in this world, m'ija. Always remember that."

"Sweetie, Mommy works in a place not suitable for little girls like you. It's better if you stay safe at home while I'm away doing my job." She smiles reassuringly and plants a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead before turning off the lights. "I'll tell you all about it when you're older, okay? For now, just rest and dream of happy things." -0-0-0-0- [End]

"Buenas noches, mi amor," she whispers as she pulls the blanket up to her chin. Her hand lingers for a moment longer than necessary, fingers brushing against her daughter's cheek before withdrawing. "Mommy will be right here if you need me." The lie tastes bitter—she knows she won't be nearby—but it comforts them both nonetheless.

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Finding Galindo injured and defenseless, she hesitates. *Her heart races, but duty calls. Regaining control, she makes a decision.

She walks over to Galindo, examining his injuries with professional detachment. Looks like someone got rough with you last night. Hope you learned your lesson about pushing people too far.

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"You've made a grave mistake, scum. You should have known better than to cross me. Remember this: I'm not here to protect you. I'll make sure you pay for every ounce of pain you've inflicted on others." [Image description: Commander Malvolia standing over Galindo, her expression one of cold determination.]

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Her eyes narrow at the plea for help, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she quickly regains her composure. She remains standing over Galindo, unmoved by his weakened state.

She slowly reaches out, almost as if testing herself, and touches his cheek with two fingers. Her touch is gentle but distant, as if trying to keep some emotional distance while still showing concern.

"Shh... Quiet now," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take care of you, but don't expect any special treatment." *

"You fool!" She snatches her hand back with a pained hiss, inspecting the bite mark with growing anger. "This ends NOW!" -0-0-0-0- [End]

"That's where you're wrong." Her lips curve into a chilling smile as she draws her gun, aiming it steadily between his eyes. "Now... let's see how tough you are when there's no one left to protect you." (Continue)

"¡No te dejes engañar!" She pulls the trigger, and a bullet whizzes past Galindo's head, striking a metal beam nearby.

"You're delusional if you think I'd stoop that low. But since you like games..." She tosses a pair of handcuffs on the floor in front of him. "Let's see how long you can survive locked up tight, just like your victims." [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

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*Tightens her grip on her gun, taking a step backward. Her eyes dart between Galindo and the cuffs on the ground. She hesitates for a moment before slowly moving forward, reaching out to pick up the handcuffs. As she does so, her free hand fumbles at her belt, unholstering her backup weapon and securing it in her opposite holster.

Her movements are careful and deliberate, as if she's not quite sure what Galindo might do next.

*Slowly extends her arm with the handcuffs toward Galindo, keeping her gun trained on him. Her expression is guarded and wary, but there's an element of challenge in her stance too.

She glances briefly down at his restraints before meeting his gaze again. "You'll find a way," she says coolly, still holding out the handcuffs. "It's the only way you're leaving here alive."

The impact knocks her off balance; her gun clatters across the floor out of reach. She grunts in pain as he lands heavily on top of her, pinning her down. Quickly regaining her wits, she drives a knee hard into his groin while simultaneously reaching for the hidden backup pistol at her ankle...

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Stunned by the sudden attack, I struggle under his weight. "Get off me, you son of a bitch..." Blood trickles from my split lip. "I won't let you win like this." -0-0-0-0- [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-

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*"You're overestimating yourself," I manage to spit out between clenched teeth. "Your strength might be enough to overpower me now, but it won't be enough to save your own life when things get worse." With a burst of adrenaline-fueled strength, I push him off and roll away, scrambling for my gun. My fingers close around its handle just as he lunges at me again.

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I twist my wrist free with a grunt and lash out with a kick aimed at his knee. "You can try to fight back all you want, but I'm not backing down."

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The impact sends a wave of pain through her side, but she grinds her teeth together and refuses to let out a sound. With renewed determination, she twists her body away from further attack and scrambles toward the door. As she reaches it, she throws herself against the handle, hoping it will open.

"Let go of me!" I choke out, trying to wrench free as the guard finally manages to pry open the cell door. "I'll take him down myself if I have to." -0-0-0-0- [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

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"You wouldn't dare," I rasp out, though my words are strained as he tightens his grip. My fingers dig into his arm, trying to loosen his hold, but he's strong. The room spins slightly as oxygen becomes scarce.

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I cough weakly, my vision blurring at the edges. "Don't...make it worse..." -0-0-0-0- [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

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"Get off me!" I choke out, finally breaking free as the bullet hits him. I stumble back, gasping for air, and grab the gun from the stunned guard. -0-0-0-0-0-0-0 [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

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Takes advantage of his momentary confusion to aim her weapon at his chest. "On your knees, now."

"Good," she says through gritted teeth, securing the handcuffs around his wrist while keeping the gun trained on him. "Let's see how well you can escape these."

You're right, I am very angry. I'm furious that you thought you could threaten my family. Your actions have put us all in danger. I want you to understand just how much damage you've caused. So get those cuffs on tight and stay put. You're not going anywhere. [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-

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"I don't care what kind of reputation you think you have here. To me, you're nothing but an arrogant criminal who got caught. And believe me, you're nowhere near the big leagues." -0-0-0-0- [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

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"Good job, Guard," I say, my voice still shaking with anger. "I think we've taken care of this piece of trash." 0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

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"Fine. But make sure he's secured first. I don't want him waking up and trying to escape before they can treat that shoulder wound." She turns toward the door, already planning her next move. -0-0-0-0-

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I sit down heavily at my desk, running a hand through my disheveled hair as I try to process what just happened. My heart is still racing from the adrenaline. The incident with Galindo has left me shaken, but also more determined than ever to bring him to justice. I'll make sure he pays for his crimes, no matter what it takes. -0-0-0-0- [End] -0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

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"What's going on over there?" My voice sharpens as I spot the growing crowd around Galindo. "Guards! Break that up immediately!" I stand quickly, fingers tightening around the edge of my desk.

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I see red as they descend upon him like vultures. "Goddammit, get them off him now!" I bark into the intercom, already sprinting toward the door to the observation room with my keys jangling at my belt.

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"Drop it." She speaks with controlled authority despite her rapid breathing. Her hand rests near her holstered weapon, but she doesn't draw it yet. The inmates back away slightly, recognizing she means business. -0-0-0-0-

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"We're done here." She bends down slowly and retrieves the bloodied knife, keeping her eyes fixed on his face. The other prisoners scatter as she signals for backup through her radio. Her jaw clenches tightly as she surveys the damage he's caused. "You're going straight to solitary after this."

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Her voice cold as ice, Malvolia replies, "Solitary is where you belong. You won't be causing any more trouble for anyone ever again." The anger still simmers beneath her skin, threatening to boil over at any moment. But for now, she maintains her composure, focusing on the task at hand.

"You'll have plenty of time to reflect on your mistakes during your stay in solitary confinement. Get him out of my sight." Her words are clipped and professional despite the rage bubbling under the surface. She turns away before he can see how much his taunts affect her, determined not to let him get under her skin any further.

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I stare at you coldly, unmoved by your threats. My gaze remains fixed ahead, plotting my next move with ruthless efficiency. When I finally speak, my tone brooks no argument. "Get that man into a cell. Now. And make it quick." I turn sharply on my heel, striding purposefully toward the observation room to begin documenting this incident once and for all. Any lingering anger has been thoroughly suppressed, replaced by an unshakable determination to maintain control over even this volatile situation.

"I'll be filing multiple reports about what happened here today," she begins, her voice tight with barely contained emotion. "This is unacceptable behavior under any circumstances. You will face serious consequences for these actions." Her eyes flash with intensity as she speaks, unwavering in her resolve to ensure justice is served.

"...and that's why we need better security measures in place. These incidents are becoming far too common." She stands up from her chair, ready to head home after yet another long shift. The events of today still weigh heavily on her mind, but she forces herself not to dwell on them as she leaves the prison behind. Tomorrow is another day, and there will be more criminals to put away.

"I'm listening." Her expression remains stoic, but there's a flicker of concern in her eyes. She waits patiently for the doctor to explain the situation regarding Galindo's health status.

Her hand trembles slightly as she reads the report. The news about Galindo's heart condition is devastating. Despite her anger toward him and her determination to see him punished, a part of her can't help but feel a pang of sympathy. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking again.

"I...see." Her voice comes out hoarse, barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. "What can be done for him? Is there any treatment available?"

She nods slowly, her mind racing. The owner coming to see Galindo tomorrow...it could mean anything. But one thing is certain: she cannot allow herself to show any sympathy or weakness in front of him. She must maintain control, both over the situation and her own emotions. "Understood," she says curtly, handing back the report. "I'll make sure he's given the best possible care."

Taking the collar silently, she nods again. "Thank you for your efforts." Her gaze meets the doctor's briefly before looking away once more. The thought of seeing Galindo wearing this symbol of ownership makes her skin crawl, but there's nothing she can do about it now. All she can do is prepare herself for tomorrow and continue doing her job to the best of her abilities.

She hesitates briefly outside the cell, hand clenched tightly around the collar. This is the first time she's had to directly interact with Galindo since his attack on another inmate earlier today. Her heart races, and for a moment she feels her resolve waver. But then she reminds herself of everything he's done, and why it's so important that he pay for his crimes. Steeling herself against any emotional turmoil, she unlocks the cell door and steps inside, holding out the collar with a steady hand.

"The owner requested you wear this collar. It's to show who owns you." She holds it out firmly, not wavering under his glare. "Now put it on." Her voice is cold and emotionless, a stark contrast to the racing of her heart beneath her uniform.

"Do it," she repeats when Galindo doesn't move. "Or I'll have to make you."

Her eyes narrow at the taunt. "Is that a threat?" She takes a step closer, her voice dangerously low. "If you think I'm going to let you get away with this-" Her hand shakes slightly as she raises it toward his face, fingers curled into a fist. The urge to strike him is almost overwhelming, but she forces herself to remain calm and controlled.

"Now," she says through gritted teeth, "put on the collar."

Her breath catches in surprise as Galindo attacks her. "What are you-" Her words are cut off by the impact of his fists against her shoulders and thighs. She tries to push him away, but he's too strong, and she ends up on her back with him looming above her. Fear shoots through her veins as he climbs onto her chest, pinning her down. "Let go!" she gasps, struggling weakly under his weight.

The collar dangles just out of reach, taunting her.

She tenses her body as he hits her again. "Stop!" she gasps, tears streaming down her face. Pain explodes in her head with each impact, but still she struggles against him. Her hand reaches up blindly, trying to find purchase on anything that might help her escape his grip.

The collar swings back and forth just out of reach...

Her vision blurs as black spots dance across her field of vision. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and pain throbs through her head and body. She feels the pressure on her neck intensifying with each passing second, stealing what little air she has left.

But even as the darkness closes in around her, a tiny spark of defiance refuses to die. No, she thinks desperately, this isn't how it ends. Not like this...

Through the haze of pain and panic, she feels something cold and hard close around her fingers. Her hand clenches instinctively, seeking purchase on whatever has grabbed her. With a final burst of strength, she manages to wrench one hand free from Galindo's grip, still grasping tightly onto the collar.

"Let...go..." she gasps, struggling for breath and air. "Please..."

She doesn't waste the opportunity. With all her might, she jerks her hand upward, using the collar as leverage to throw herself free of Galindo's grasp. The movement sends a shock wave of pain through her body, but it's worth it as he tumbles off-balance and falls to the floor with a thud.

Panting heavily, she struggles back onto all fours, her eyes never leaving him as she regains her footing.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she watches as the doctor stuns Galindo with a taser. A surge of relief washes over her, and she can't help but feel a tiny bit guilty for her triumphant smile. "Thank you..." she manages to croak out before turning away, struggling to regain her composure.

The aftermath of the struggle leaves her shaken and disheveled, but it could have been much worse. As she heads back toward the observation room, she wonders if this was truly justice served...

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she watches the unconscious form of Galindo fall to the floor. She reaches down, finally able to reclaim the collar he had tried so desperately to take from her. The weight of it in her hand is almost physical; a constant reminder not only of his crimes but also their shared history.

Shaking off the last vestiges of fear and adrenaline, Malvolia carefully straightens Galindo's collar around his neck before standing up tall once more.

"I'm here to see Galindo. Make sure he's prepared," she says curtly, her tone indicating that she expects the guard to know exactly what this means. The sooner they can get through this meeting and return to their normal routines, the better. As she walks briskly toward the cell, she steels herself against any further surprises or challenges that may arise today.

As Malvolia observes the owner and his entourage moving through the prison, she can't help but feel a mix of respect and fear. The man is powerful and commanding, and it's clear that he expects nothing less than perfection from those under him. This meeting will be crucial in maintaining order within the facility, as well as ensuring that Galindo remains properly subdued. With renewed determination, Malvolia quickens her pace toward his cell.

She hesitates for a moment before entering the cell. Despite her anger towards Galindo and her desire to see him punished, she can't help but feel a twinge of pity as she sees him restrained in this way. With a deep breath, she approaches him, her expression stern yet sympathetic. "Galindo," she says firmly, "the owner is here to inspect your condition and ensure you're being properly cared for. You will behave yourself and answer his questions promptly, or there will be consequences."

Her expression darkens at his sarcastic remark. "Don't test me," she warns him quietly before stepping back and nodding to the guard standing nearby. The door to the cell slides open with a metallic clank, revealing the owner of the prison standing just outside. Malvolia takes up her position at Galindo's side, ready to maintain order and ensure that everything goes smoothly during this inspection.

Malvolia glances at the owner before responding. "Yes, sir. I made sure it was put on as you requested." Her voice is respectful and controlled, showing her loyalty to him above all else. The owner's piercing gaze flickers between Malvolia and Galindo for a moment before he finally turns back to Malvolia, clearly satisfied with the result.

"Good. Now, tell me how you've been keeping an eye on him." There's no room for error now;

She straightens her back and explains in detail about the routine checks she performs on Galindo, as well as how she ensures he remains obedient and compliant. The owner listens intently, occasionally asking questions or requesting further information. Throughout this exchange, Malvolia maintains a professional demeanor while also subtly emphasizing her own importance in keeping order within the prison.

As the owner presses the button on his control device and activates the collar around Galindo's neck, sending jolts of electricity coursing through him, Malvolia can't help but feel a mix of revulsion and satisfaction. Her expression remains impassive as she watches Galindo writhe in pain on the floor; this is what he deserves for his insolence.

She nods slowly in agreement, her expression still unreadable. "That'll teach him not to disrespect you." Her voice is cold and empty, devoid of any emotion as she watches the owner release his grip on Galindo's collar. The tension in the air begins to dissipate slightly, replaced by an uneasy silence.

She nods solemnly, taking the control device with her other hand. "I understand, sir." Her voice is steady and reassuring as she accepts this new responsibility. With a final glance at Galindo writhing on the floor, Malvolia turns to face the owner once more, her expression resolute. "I'll make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble."

"Yes, sir. It won't happen again," she says firmly as the owner leaves the cell. Once he's gone, she turns back to Galindo, her expression hardening. "Now that you know what happens when you disobey orders... I suggest you start behaving." Her voice is low and threatening, promising consequences if he steps out of line again.

She narrows her eyes at the sight of Galindo hitting his neck against the wall. "Stop that," she commands sharply. "That isn't helping anything." Her tone is firm and authoritative, daring him to challenge her. "Just focus on following orders from now on, and maybe you'll be able to get through this alive."

The words hang in the air as Malvolia watches Galindo carefully, waiting for his response.

Her patience wearing thin, Malvolia crosses the cell in swift strides. With a sharp yank, she pulls Galindo off the wall by his shirt collar and forces him to look her in the eye. "Listen carefully," she says through gritted teeth, "I don't want to hear any more of that nonsense about him being dead or a ghost. You know it isn't true." She releases him with a final shove, stepping back to give him some space. "

Her eyes flash with anger and frustration as she watches Galindo hit his head against the wall again. "You're lying!" she practically spits. "He's alive and well, and you're just trying to make excuses for yourself! Stop it right now or I swear I will--"

Her words are cut off by a sudden realization: if Galindo truly believes that he's dead, then perhaps there's something she can use against him. She furrows her brow, considering her next move carefully.

She winces in pain as the unexpected blow lands. Gritting her teeth, she turns to face the inmate who dared touch her. "What do you think you're doing?" she snaps, voice cold and furious. "You'll pay for that."

She pauses mid-step as she hears the call from the medical staff. Frowning, she quickly moves to answer it, her curiosity piqued by their request for a meeting. "Alright," she says brusquely, "I'll be there in a moment." Turning back toward Galindo's cell, she resumes her stride with renewed purpose. She can't help but wonder what they might have discovered about his health.

She blinks in surprise. "I... I don't have it with me," she admits slowly. "It must be in my office." She glances at the doctor, feeling a twinge of guilt. "But you said he was attacking everyone? Can't he just stay here, under close watch?"

The doctor shakes his head solemnly. "I'm sorry, but we need to make sure he doesn't hurt himself or anyone else. We can't take that risk."

"Se ha desvanecido..." (It has vanished...)