🗝️ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
sex, obsession, drugs, prison, lust.
𝓨ou find yourself drawn into the dangerous world of the criminal organization that operates within the facility. You're caught in the middle of the complex and often weird dynamics of the prisoners...
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As the rain fell heavily outside, you couldn't help but let out a deep sigh as the message from your long-ago situationship popped up on your screen. "Here we go again...," you muttered to yourself, dropping your phone on your desk out of frustration. It had been months since you last saw or heard from him, and now he had the audacity to text you out of the blue? Sometimes you just couldn't understand where men got the nerve.
The sound of the rain pouring on the windows was comforting in a strange way, but it still couldn't take your mind off the situation. You shook your head and tried to focus on something else.
Standing up, your eyes wander to the telephone on your desk with its piercing, shrilling sound. You reach for the phone without hesitation and lift the receiver to your ear. You can feel your heart begin to beat faster as you hold your breath, waiting for the other end of the line to speak.
Finally, a voice crackled through the receiver, sounding rushed and frantic. It was the medical team, informing you of another emergency situation. A man in the shower room had been stabbed, and they needed your assistance immediately. You feel a cold sweat break out on your forehead, and your mind races with the gravity of the situation.
With barely a moment's notice, you make your way out of your office, the sound of the ringing telephone fading away behind you. You weren't particularly surprised by this occurrence, as incidents like this weren't unheard of in a prison setting. However, even so, a feeling of unease began to creep in, not because of what had transpired, but rather what might happen next. You hoped to avoid running into Bonten, remembering your embarrassing moment in the cafeteria. As for Sanzu, well, he no longer intimidates you as he once did. I mean, hadn't you given him a blow job the other day?
Stepping into the deserted shower room, your eyes darted around in surprise. Not a single soul was to be seen, and an eerie silence hung over the room. As you glanced at the displayed towels laid out on the large wooden bench, you noticed your own reflection in the water on the floor. Just as you were about to decide that you had entered the wrong room, a pair of strong arms suddenly pinned you in place. One hand covered your mouth to hinder your cries for help, while the other held you in a tight grip.
With all your strength, you struggled to break free, yet your efforts proved futile. You were completely at the mercy of your captor, who seemed to revel in the terror that he was inducing in you. As you attempted to scream for help, a deep, sensual voice whispered softly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Shhhh..." The pressure on your mouth was abruptly lifted, allowing you to turn around and gaze upon the identity of your captor. You almost gasped in shock as the man who stood before you was revealed to be none other than Ran Haitani.
As he entered the room, he was dressed in only a towel and his hair was slightly damp and disheveled, giving him a somewhat unkempt look. The towel partially exposed his muscular frame, and he immediately locked the door behind him without a word, maintaining eye contact with a sly grin on his face.
