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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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one year after last chapter
The strong, muscled pecs wrapped soothingly around your neck, slowly dispelling the lethargy that was trying to take hold of you. As you attempted to readjust your position, a soft, almost inaudible whining sound escaped your lips, drawing your attention to your own desire for sleep.
"Hmmm... Stop it." You whispered softly, barely audible over the soft murmur of the rain and the low hum of machinery that filled the night. You felt the warm weight of his form pressing down against you, a slight pressure on your larynx that threatened to cut off your air.
Despite your words, he didn't relent, instead his grip on your neck tightened further, almost causing you to choke. Tired of being the victim, you finally had enough, and with a grunt of effort, you sat up, breaking his hold on you. Now your back facing him, you could feel the pleasure on his face.
As you rose, you saw the enormous glass wall of the bedroom, blotted out by the heavy rain and the dim streetlights that illuminated the cityscape outside. A sense of unease swept over you as you heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance.
"Hey there, sweetheart." The man's voice was deep and gravelly, a faint echo of tiredness lingering in each of his words. However, there was a faint hint of something almost melodic underneath the weariness in his timbre, which somehow managed to catch you off guard.
His voice was met only with a cold, dismissive "Piss off." You felt like your words were as sharp as daggers, and yet, you didn't care. You were tired, both physically and emotionally, and the last thing you wanted was to be bothered by anyone.
As you stood up, you stretched your limbs and let out a huge yawn, the soft and rhythmic sound of the rain hitting the glass windows almost lulling you into a state of relaxation. You were still half-asleep and barely had the energy to do anything, other than just stand there and try to collect yourself.
The soft pattering of footsteps echoed behind you, warning you of the imminent presence approaching from behind. Before you had a chance to turn around, you felt a strong yet soft hand wrap itself around your waist, pulling you in close. The sudden touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
As if in response to the feeling, a potent fragrance of cologne assaulted your senses, filling the air with a bold and masculine scent. Suddenly, you felt the soft fabric of your shirt being stretched against your body, a reminder of the fact that it was the only thing separating the two of you. His skin hot.
"Giving the attitude again, huh?" His deep, hypnotic voice whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine. Despite your anger and frustration, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the sound of his voice, which seemed to wrap around you like a cocoon.
"You were choking me for god's sake," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
"And?" He responded nonchalantly, his words seeming to carry a hint of amusement.
"I couldn't breathe," you replied, almost as if justifying your actions.
"Good, so now you feel how I do feel without you," he replied, his words hitting like a bolt of lightning, causing something deep within you to drop. Suddenly, you felt unsteady on your feet, and the strength in your knees seemed to give way.
Something in his voice, the way he spoke, almost had a hypnotic effect on you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of wonderment and fear at the same time. He always had this effect on you, and no matter how hard you tried to resist, you always found yourself drawn back to him.
"Rindou, it's 3am." You said,
You could feel the smile on his face, a small hint of smugness that threatened to make your blood boil. His hand had now escalated from your neck to your face, his thumb now pressing down on your lower lip, exposing your teeth and gum in a strange, almost perverse way. The whole situation held some sort of perverse satisfaction for him, and you could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at you.
As he finally responded, his words were short but impactful. "So what?" You felt his other hand move down your body, sliding down until it settled on your lower stomach. With each passing second, you could feel his hot skin pressing against yours, a strange and disorienting sensation that you couldn't quite understand. It felt almost as if you were being frozen inside, despite the obvious warmth that radiated from his touch.
And you knew damn well that the night was gonna be long.
