With a growl of annoyance, Vi came to her feet within an instance and took the place in front of you, covering the hot mess that you were from sight.

With trembling legs you dug your nails into the cold, white tiles. Frustration tied your throat. Your walls were still swollen, throbbing from the unfulfilled excitement.

You had been so close. It was more than agony to have to sit it out now. The folds between your legs flinched with every drop of lust that still ran out of your body. Everything was sensitive but not in the fun kind of way.

It was annoying that you couldn't get to finish even though your body was basically screaming for it. You could feel heat make your head spin but weren't sure if it was the hot water or the after effects of Vi's tongue.

Just as you were about to grab her head to push it back between your legs the door swung open and three enforcers in full gear appeared.

A shiver chased down your spine. Immediately the lust was gone and instead the feeling of danger made the hairs in the back of your neck stand up straight.

Your fingers were already wrinkly from the water but you curled them anyways in warning. Sharp metal scratched along the porcelain tiles and left deep marks.

Vi shifted in front of you, crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the cold wall with one shoulder. She appeared casual to annoying who hadn't spent much time with her.

But you could tell by the small muscles flinching through her back that she was just as tense as you in that moment. Both of you sensed danger.

But all the enforcers did was give a slight warning with a nod of their heads.

"Get dry.", one of them said in a low, threatening voice.

A sarcastic smirk grew on Vi's face. There was still a small layer of lust shimmering on her lips. Your lust. And as she noticed she let her tongue wander along it to not let a single drop go to waste.

Wrapped in a tense silence the enforcers and Vi stared at each other while you managed to collect yourself again. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and let the warmth hug you one last time.

Then you turned off the water.

"Let's go.", you said, your voice rough and still a little shaky from what had happened mere moments ago. "No need for bullshit."

With a low growl of agreement, Vi kept eye contact with the enforcers while the two of you walked over to the towels and dried off before slipping into new clothes that had been part of the reward.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as the clean, softened fabric hugged your body. For the very first time in what felt like ages you were comfortable.

That probably wouldn't last long.

Glaring at the enforcers from the corner of your eyes, you walked past them, rejecting the shackles that they had ready.

Vi gave them a bit more trouble and eyes them in a way that was so threatening that they flinched away in response.

"You must be chained.", one of them called after you.

Lost in thoughts you eyed the tips of your metal nails. No trace of blood was to be seen, no dirt stuck underneath. It probably wouldn't last for long but in this moment it was enough to calm your annoyed mind.

Otherwise one or two of the enforcers would have ended up with a broken bone. Whichever that might have been. Even though they looked all high and mighty in their uniforms most times they were as easily broken as flies.

Most enforcers weren't made for fighting. But they all had a sense for terror and were overly confident in themselves.

Perhaps that was something that came with the uniform. Once a badge was attached to their names they thought better of themselves than others.

Then again, you could kind of relate to that feeling. You thought of yourself to be better than most prisoners as well.

Wrapped in a tense silence the enforcers walked the two of you down the long hallways, past more empty cells and places that once used to be crowded not too long ago.

Confused, you frowned, looked around. It was as if you were living in a ghost town. Sure, the lower parts of Stillwater Hold Prison had never been at their full capacity.

It needed a lot to justify transferring someone down here. Simple thieves would never see these cells, sometimes not even murderers unless they had killed an enforcer. And if families asked about their relatives it would also cause trouble.

Only the lonely, the abandoned and the forgotten would ever see these depths of hell. And still. There had been faces down here. And now it felt like they all had abandoned it.

Only you and Vi were left.

"What's up?", she asked all of a sudden and gave you a bump to the shoulder.

Torn from your thoughts you threw a glance back at the enforcers and then just gently shook your head.

"Not now.", you mouthed.

Vi's blue eyes moved back, examined the enforcers as well before nodding. In that moment she took note of the company and realised it was probably best to keep things to yourselves.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising under the pressure, and let it out again in a way that attracted the enforcers attention.

"Don't try anything.", one of them gave her a kick to the back.

Struck by the force, Vi stumbled forward. Teeth clenched she swallowed a low growl.

"Don't.", you warned and let the tip of your nails run across the chest of his uniform.

The fabric tore apart, leaving deep cuts that revealed the armour that was hidden underneath to protect the special units chests.

Struck by surprise he backed away. Pistols were drawn. But no one dared to fire a shot.

"Go on.", you chuckled quietly. "Who's going to explain my death to the sheriff?"