Mousetrap | By : ShadowKitten011 Category: +M to R > Princess Principal Views: 451 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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--Day 51--
Ange awoke with the sound of a soothing heartbeat and gentle, even breathing. She rested on a soft, warm, pliable pillow that very slowly rose and fell in time with the breath.
She opened her eyes. The early morning sun bathed the infirmary in a soft, faintly reddish light.
Ange allowed a smile to touch her lips, and then kissed Edith's skin.
The older woman murmured, and Ange's smile widened.
Ange slowly trailed her lips down the woman's body, kissing and nuzzling her. She paused at the doctor's navel, kissing slowly, letting her tongue flick out to tease her skin.
Edith moaned softly, and Ange felt her hand graze her head.
"Morning," Edith whispered.
"Morning," Ange said, the word slurred as she continued to kiss and lick. Edith laughed.
"Breakfast," Edith said in a teasing tone.
Ange giggled, and lifted her head slightly.
"Yes."
She then lowered her face back to Edith's body, kissing down until she reached the tangle of hair above Edith's pussy. Ange nuzzled into it, shifting to lie between Edith's legs.
“Have you decided?” Edith asked, as they lay together, cuddling after making love.
“Yes. I shall talk to Gazelle,” Ange said.
Edith beamed happily. She threw her arms around Ange, kissing her eagerly, not caring where her lips had been moments before.
“I am proud of you. I love you, Ange.”
“I love you, Edith.”
They kissed, and showered, and Ange put on her dress, and as she smoothed it down, Edith entered with a round box.
“For you, love.”
Ange smiled, and opened the box. It was a grey wig, its hue identical to that of her natural hair. It was shoulder-length and symmetrical. She looked at it uncertainly, before glancing at Edith with a smile.
“Thank you.”
“It will do, until your own hair grows back out, darling.”
Ange nodded, and lifted it carefully out of the box. She moved to the wash-room mirror, and carefully set it on her head.
She blinked. Her skin was still pale, but she looked closer to normal. Her eyes were a darker blue, and there was more flesh on her bones.
She smiled. A shiver went down her spine.
I can have a normal life. A life I could never have had otherwise.
Her fingertips brushed the silver heart-shaped locket. She nodded.
“Ready?” asked Edith.
“Yes,” Ange replied, turning to her and giving her cheek a quick kiss.
“Okay. Let’s go then.”
They left the infirmary hand in hand, and travelled down the path to the gate. Edith opened the gate, and they passed through in to the courtyard. They walked down to the door leading in to the wing that Ange had spent so much time in.
Edith glanced at Ange, who nodded. The breeze teased at her hair. No, wig. At her wig. It tickled the back of her neck. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling. Not a bad one, just strange.
Edith turned to the door, and pressed a button beside it. After a moment, the door opened. Gazelle stood there, and glanced at Ange.
"I'll talk," Ange said quietly.
Gazelle nodded, and gestured down the hallway. Ange took a deep breath, and walked in. The sound of her shoes clicking on the stone brick floor sent a strange shiver up her spine. Her bare feet never made that sound.
They passed through the inner door, then to the interrogation room Ange had been led to her first day.
Gazelle turned to Edith.
"Wait here."
She nodded, then turned to Ange. They embraced, and kissed again.
"See you soon, love," Edith whispered.
Ange smiled.
"Yes."
Ange walked into the room. Gazelle walked in after her. A male prison guard followed, closing the door and standing beside it.
Gazelle gestured for her to sit at the chair by the wall. She nodded, and sat.
"You agree to answer our questions?"
Ange took a deep breath, and nodded.
Gazelle sat, and pushed a piece of paper her direction. She lay a fountain pen on the table beside it.
Ange looked at the paper.
"We need it in writing."
Ange nodded.
"Of course."
She picked up the paper, and looked at it.
I the undersigned, Ange le Carré, agree to confess clearly and truthfully the accuracy of the crimes of which I have been accused, and to name my accomplices and the enemy agents to which I have reported.
I am guilty of crimes sufficient to send me to the gallows. I hereby understand that by confessing to these crimes, and cooperating in full with the Secret Service Bureau, Scotland Yard, and the police, that I mitigate this guilt, not absolve it.
The Home Office hereby further certifies that in exchange for my cooperation, I am to be acquitted of my crimes, given a new identity, and allowed to live with such freedom as any citizen of the Kingdom of Albion, with limitations to curtail any potential contact with enemy agents or interests.
Ange frowned, and set the paper down on the desk. She looked up at Gazelle.
"This is to mean that I shall leave here a free woman, with Edith?"
"It will take a little time to answer all of our questions. We will move you to a very nice cell. It will be as comfortable as the infirmary, if not more so. Your lover will have free access to you. Your responses will, of course, need to be verified."
"So I am not to be free until my comrades—ex-comrades -- are apprehended?"
"No, that isn't necessary. We have ways to verify what you say, without immediately taking anyone in. The actual operation of capturing an enemy agent requires planning."
"Like my capture."
Gazelle nodded.
"Yes."
Ange picked up the paper again, and reread it. Her frown deepened.
Treason, she told herself.
She picked up the pen.
You are willing to sell them out for your own comfort? To avoid pain?
She held the pen above the line where she was to sign.
Selfish coward. You do not deserve freedom if you do this.
She lowered the pen. It touched the paper.
Dorothy. Beatrice. Chise.
Princess .
She frowned. She lifted the pen and twirled it in her fingers.
"Is there a problem?" Gazelle asked.
Ange glanced at her.
She set the pen down on the table.
"No," she replied.
She lifted the paper. She grasped it firmly in both hands.
"There is no problem," she said softly.
Slowly, she ripped it in half.
Then she placed the halves together, and ripped again.
And did so again.
And again.
In a few moments, there was a pile of shredded, useless paper lying in front of Ange.
"I cannot do it. I will not do it. Not for comfort. Not for love. Not to save my own life."
Gazelle stared at her for a few minutes. Then she calmly stood up, turned and walked to the door.
The guard opened it for her, and she stepped out. It was closed behind her.
Ange stared at the guard, who shifted awkwardly.
After a few minutes, the door opened again. The first guard she encountered entered the room. He shook his head slowly.
"Come on. You know the way."
Ange stood slowly, and walked to the door.
"Yes," she said simply.
The sound of her heels clacking against the stone brick echoed down the corridors. The guards watched her with expressions of sadness, puzzlement, and uncertainty.
The door to her old cell was opened. She walked in, and calmly walked over to her old cot. She sat down, and looked up.
The guard looked at her for a moment, then wordlessly closed the door. It locked.
--Day 52--
Ange was awakened when her cell door opened. She sat up in bed, and watched as a female guard she didn't recognize entered with a tray. It held a hunk of bread, and a mug of water.
She set it down, and glanced uncertainly at Ange.
"I," she began. "I don't understand what you did. In a way, I kind of admire it though. If I were in your shoes, I'd have squealed the first week. Certainly wouldn't have passed up the offer they made."
Ange didn't say anything.
The guard shrugged, and walked out of the cell. The door was closed behind her.
--Day 57--
The old routine returned. Ange was awakened by the cell door opening. She watched the female guard sheepishly set down her food and water. The hunk of bread was smaller every few days. Her dress became increasingly uncomfortable as it got dirtier. She eventually took off the wig. It was removed quietly from the cell.
--Day 58--
When the cell door opened, the female guard entered carrying only a mug of water. She walked over to Ange, holding it out for her. Ange stared at her, until she finally set it on the ground.
"Sorry," the guard whispered, before turning and leaving the room.
--Day 64--
Hunger pervaded her thoughts, but she refused to show any emotion, even when alone. She briefly thought about Edith. Her fingertips brushed the silver locket, which had not been taken from her. She wondered what had happened to the woman. Had she been imprisoned? Had she been returned to the infirmary? Did they simply kill her?
Ange put the thought out of her mind. She would never see her again, regardless.
The shoes lay abandoned by the side of the bed. She hadn't bothered wearing them, not for moving around in the cell. The dress was soiled. It was torn in places.
She glanced up at the door. The guard was late.
She waited, ignoring hunger. Ignoring thirst. Eventually boredom made her curl up in bed and fall asleep.
--Day 65--
She woke up. She lay on her side, watching the door. They were starving her again. Would they let her die this time?
When the door opened, she remained where she was. A male guard stepped into the room. The door closed and locked behind him.
It was only after a minute that she recognized him. Utter terror gripped her guts. She sat up, eyes wide, watching him.
"Well well. Looks like we're alone at last."
He lunged. Ange screamed, but let her old training guide her. She grasped his wrist, and tried to force him to continue with his momentum.
She stumbled.
He turned to her, gripping both of her wrists in one hand. She gasped. He was very strong, and she was far, far too weak.
She whimpered, and kicked. In good health she would have won. She knew this. The guard was strong, but not well-trained. Not as well trained as a Commonwealth agent.
She lacked food. She lacked water. She had lost weight, just in the time since she had been put back here.
Worst of all, she lacked hope.
He pulled her arms up above her head. She flailed. She tried to escape. He laughed.
His free hand gripped at her dress. He yanked, ripping away a large swath of the front.
She screamed again, and kicked. She flailed her legs. He reached down and pulled her bloomers down to her shins.
She whimpered. Terror was increasing. She continued to fight with all her strength. She barely had any left.
He held down one of her legs with his knee, and unzipped his trousers with his free hand. They slid down, and he pulled down his pants.
She swallowed, eyes wide. His cock was rock hard, and twitched as he gazed at her.
"Please don't," Ange pleaded. She shuddered.
"Gonna enjoy this," he muttered. He shifted his position. Ange felt the tip of his dick brush the outer folds of her pussy.
"Please," she whimpered.
He thrust into her in one brutal motion.
Ange screamed. Her eyes closed. Pain and humiliation lanced up from between her legs.
"Jesus," he muttered.
He pulled out until just his tip was in her. Blood oozed out of Ange's pussy.
He grunted, and thrust again. Hard. He drove his cock almost entirely into her.
Ange gritted her teeth, whimpering.
"Tight," he said.
He pulled out, then thrust again.
And thrust again.
Ange sobbed. She shuddered. Pain, humiliation, and terror clouded out every other thought.
His thrusts increased in speed. He grunted. He thrust harder, driving his dick deep enough that his balls hit Ange's ass with each thrust.
The thrusts slowed, but got deeper and harder. He closed his eyes, pushing as deeply as he could into her.
His dick throbbed. He grunted, as he came inside of Ange's body.
He pumped a few more times, emptying his balls into her.
Ange sobbed, crying out weakly. Shuddering.
The guard panted, holding her wrists for another moment. He stayed where he was, until his cock softened enough to slip out of Ange's pussy with a wet squelching sound. Mingled blood and cum oozed out of Ange's body.
The guard released her hands and stood up. Ange, bawling, curled up into a ball, pulling her knees up to her chest.
The guard pulled up his pants and trousers, then opened the cell door. It sounded, for a moment, as though he left without closing the door, but then came back in.
"Food," he grunted. Then she heard him walk out. The door closed and locked behind him.
She managed eventually to shift positions. She blinked. Her eyes were blurry with tears. She just barely saw a tray with a hunk of bread, and a mug filled with water.
She swallowed, and pulled herself into a seating position. She winced. Pain lanced through her abdomen.
Ange managed to crawl over to the tray. She drank water. She ate bread.
She used the torn shreds of her dress to wipe cum and blood off of her violated pussy.
She crawled into bed, curling up again, and passed out.
--Day 66--
The door opened. Ange curled up into a ball, whimpering softly. The door closed and locked.
The male guard grabbed her and pulled her out of bed, dumping her onto the floor.
Ange kept her eyes closed. She could only whimper pathetically, weakly trying to roll away from him.
He took the time to rip her dress off of her. Then he grabbed her roughly, forcing her face into the stone brick floor with one hand. With the other, he roughly grabbed her breasts.
"Remember what I said before, bitch?"
She whimpered.
"No," she pleaded weakly.
He didn't hesitate. He shoved his cock into her ass. She screamed, writhing, and desperately trying to pull away. Her legs flailed, rubbing against the floor. He grunted, continuing to push hard into her tight asshole.
She grit her teeth, closing her eyes. The pain was unbearable. She clenched her fists. She wanted to pass out, but did not.
He grunted loudly, when his cock was entirely in her.
"Rip your ass, cunt."
He pulled out, and then thrust back in.
And thrust.
And thrust.
And his cock eventually exploded. Ange sobbed in pain and disgust.
He pulled out of her with a rude, wet sound. Ange felt cum, and likely more blood, ooze out of her.
She shuddered, sobbing heavily on the floor.
As before, she heard the door open behind her.
"Food for fucks," the guard sneered.
After a moment, the guard left the room, and the door closed.
She pushed herself up, and saw a tray of food and a mug of water.
--Day 67--
Ange shuddered into wakefulness. She lay on her side in the cot. She faced the wall. She blinked.
Food for fucks.
Was he going to rape her again today? Or would he make her do something to him to get food? She took a deep breath.
Better to starve.
She wouldn't do anything for him. She couldn't stop him raping her, but she could refuse to make anything easy for him.
She lay there on her side. The door did not open.
She groaned, and gingerly sat up.
There was no food, no water.
She swallowed.
So they were going to starve her again for a while. Was that it?
She blinked. Her vision was blurry. Was she crying?
She lay back down. No point sitting up. No point doing anything, was there?
She rolled over, and faced the wall again.
She heard the door unlock and open.
Ange whimpered, curling up on the bed.
She heard the guard approach her.
"Hey?"
It was the voice of the first guard. The one that, all told, had been as kind to her as any.
She shivered, and rolled to her back slowly. She looked up. He stood by her bed, looking down at her.
"You here to rape me?" Ange managed to ask.
"No. I'm here to give you food and water."
"For a price," Ange said.
The guard sighed.
"For a price."
She sat up in bed. The door to the cell was closed.
"If I refuse?"
"No food or water. And the guard tomorrow might not give you the dignity of a choice."
Ange stared at him for a long moment. She sighed, and dropped her gaze.
"What price," Ange asked quietly.
She heard him undo the button and zipper of his trousers. She shuddered, and looked back.
His cock hung exposed, erect and twitching slightly.
"Use your mouth," the guard said. "Don't think about biting me. I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of you if you do."
She looked up at his face. She blinked. Her vision was blurry. She felt tears dribble down her cheeks.
She swallowed, and shifted forward. She tentatively wrapped one hand around the shaft of his dick. He groaned.
She parted her lips, and brushed them against the head of his cock. She felt it twitch again, and the guard sharply drew in air.
Ange hesitated for a moment.
Starve today, rape tomorrow. Pleasure him today, pray he comes back tomorrow?
Suppressing a wave of nausea, she slid her lips over the tip of his dick, opening her mouth wider to allow it to slip inside.
She felt his hand rest on the side of her head.
"Slowly. Suck a little. Use your tongue on it. Rub it with your hand."
She closed her eyes. She shuddered. She obeyed his commands, sucking lightly and running her tongue up and down the cock as she let it push deeper into her mouth. She slowly moved her hand up to meet her lips, then slid it down to his balls.
"Use your other hand too."
She lifted her hand, uncertainly, gently touching the side of his dick. His free hand took hers, and guided it to his balls. She started gently squeezing and caressing them.
He groaned.
"That's right. God. Your mouth feels so good."
She opened her eyes, and glanced up. Through her tears, she could see his face, contorted in pleasure. His eyes were closed.
He placed his other hand on her cheek.
She closed her eyes again, and turned her focus to sucking his dick. She let it push in to her mouth as far as she felt comfortable, then slowly let it slide back out, all the way.
She pulled back a little, opening her eyes. She let her hand slide all the way up his shaft, feeling her own saliva coat her hand, then as her hand rubbed back down his shaft, she lapped at it with her tongue, from the tip down the sides and the top and the underside. It twitched again, and he groaned.
"You done this before?"
Ange pulled away and shook her head.
"You're a natural, then."
He used gentle pressure with his hands to guide her back to his cock, and she opened her mouth to accept him in. She kept her eyes open this time, looking up at him. He also had his open, and he gazed down at her with a remarkably gentle, fond look.
She felt her cheeks turn red, but ignored this. She focused, as before, on sucking, and on sliding her tongue along him. As before she slid her hand up his shaft to meet her lips as she brought her mouth down along his cock.
He applied a little more pressure with his hands, forcing her further down his dick than she had before.
"Relax," he whispered.
She shivered, and continued to suck.
Then she felt his cock hit the back of her mouth, and she involuntarily gagged. Ange pulled back, and he didn't prevent her, letting her pull away from his cock and his hands.
She leaned back against the wall behind her bed, gasping.
He cupped her cheeks with his hands, and leaned down to her.
"That was pretty good. I'll give you food now."
She nodded, and looked up at him with relief.
He stood back up, pulling up his pants and trousers. He groaned, walked to the door. When it opened, he leaned out for a moment, then back in with a tray. It held a mug of water, a hunk of bread, and a plate of apple wedges.
She looked at the tray, unable to keep surprise from her face.
He set the tray down.
"I'll be back in a bit to collect the tray. Then I'll see you tomorrow."
Ange nodded, and waited for the guard to leave, before moving to the tray. She sat on the floor, and ate an apple wedge.
--Day 68--
Ange awoke when the door opened. She sat up slowly in bed, and watched as the male guard entered. He smiled at her.
"Morning."
Ange nodded, but didn't say anything. Her expression remained neutral.
"Want to try again? If you'd prefer I can just make love to you."
Ange frowned slightly.
"No. You would fuck. There is no love involved."
He shrugged.
"Fine. So you want to suck me again, or let me fuck your pussy?"
"I will suck you."
The guard undid his trousers, and this time Ange left the bed. She knelt in front of him, and pulled his cock free herself. He gently caressed her head with his hands.
"Nice," he whispered.
She picked up where she had let off before, sucking his cock into her mouth, while her hands fondled and caressed his balls, and slid along his shaft. Ange swallowed, and sucked him as deeply into her mouth as she could. She tried to relax, and to avoid the reflex of the other day.
He grunted, and she looked up at his face. His eyes were open, and his face contorted in lust and intense pleasure.
She pulled back slowly, then sucked him back in deeply, rubbing her hand up and down. She continued this, sucking him in deeper each time, until she felt his cock at the back of her mouth. She closed her eyes, and focused. She managed to avoid gagging this time, and felt him twitch and shudder. She increased the pace and force with which she moved and sucked, and felt him tense.
"Christ," he grunted. "Gonna cum. Gonna be a bit...."
His grasp of her cheeks tightened, and he slowed her pace, then held her head still.
With a deep groan, his dick spasmed, filling Ange's mouth with thick salty jizz.
Her eyes went wide, and she started to gag again, before bringing that reflex under control.
He pulled back, the last few spurts of cum from the tip of his dick dribbling down Ange's chin.
"Swallow," the guard commanded.
Ange obeyed, and felt it ooze down her throat. When she had swallowed, she gasped and panted.
"Not bad. You get more today."
Ange nodded weakly, and settled into a seated position. The man chuckled, and affectionately stroked her cheek, before pulling his trousers back into position. He brought in a tray with water, bread, and a plate with slices of roast beef.
She immediately gulped down water as he watched, and he laughed.
"Didn't like it?"
She put the mug down, and wiped water and cum off her chin. She shrugged.
"Better than could be," she managed to say.
He nodded.
"Yeah. Will be back tomorrow."
She nodded, already eating a piece of beef.
--Day 69--
Ange woke up as the door was opening in her cell. She suppressed a shudder. It was better than being raped. She rolled onto her back, and started to sit, but the male guard, the same as the last few days, placed his hand on her shoulder, and pushed her back to the bed. She complied, watching as he closed the door behind him.
When it was closed and locked, he unfastened his trousers and stepped out of them. He walked over to her, and cupped her cheek.
"My choice today," he said in an almost tender voice. Ange shivered, but nodded assent.
He settled onto the bed, arching over her. She looked up at him, eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. A small part of her itched to fight. To lash out at him to stop him from touching her. She felt stronger than she had since rejecting Gazelle's offer.
Some other part of her considered that this was the safer path. The easier. It was unpleasant, but it was better than being forced, or being beaten.
"Open your legs," the guard said. Ange hesitated a moment, then slid one leg off the edge of the bed. The guard smirked, and shifted. His cock brushed against her pussy.
She took a deep breath, and shuddered.
"Never had this before?"
"No. Except for ...." Her face turned red, and she couldn't complete the sentence.
"Except for being raped a couple days ago?"
Ange nodded.
"I will be gentle."
"If I say no?"
The guard sighed.
"No food, no water."
Ange closed her eyes.
"So?"
"Yes," she whispered very softly.
He leaned in close to her, one hand on her cheek, the other on the bed by her side. He lightly brushed his lips to hers.
"Ready?" he whispered into her ear.
She nodded.
He shifted his hips, very softly pushing forward. His hand left her cheek, reaching down and lightly spreading her pussy lips. She shuddered, gasping. She felt the tip of his cock slide just inside her body, and the sensation made her whimper fearfully.
"Shh," the guard soothed, kissing her cheek. "It's okay. I am not going to hurt you, I promise."
She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the blanket underneath her.
His hands shifted to her shoulders, and he slowly pressed his cock into her body.
She winced, shivering, and her hands tightened on the blanket below her.
"How does it feel," he whispered again, before kissing her ear.
"Like... before."
"Like being raped?"
She nodded, with a whimper.
"Relax. I don't want to hurt you. Alright?"
She tried. She shifted her hips slightly, making the guard groan, and sending a strange jolt of sensation up her spine.
He kissed her cheek again, then as he pressed in deeper to her pussy, his lips found hers. He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing and shoving his tongue into her mouth as his cock pressed in to its base.
The kiss broke, but he held himself in her for just a moment.
"See? Doesn't hurt," he managed.
Ange took in a deep breath, and it released in a thin, shuddering moan. The guard laughed softly.
"You don't hate it," he said in a quiet, gentle voice.
Ange didn't say anything. He started to pull out of her, and she moaned softly again. Her leg raised up off the floor, pressing against his body.
"I think you like it, even," the guard whispered again.
He pulled almost entirely out of her, again pausing. Ange gasped several times, and nuzzled against his cheek. He pressed his lips to hers, and as they kissed he again pushed slowly into her body.
Ange's head lulled back, and she moaned. He kissed down her chin, and nuzzled at her throat. Ange released the blanket below her, and placed her arms loosely over the guard's shoulders.
He chuckled.
"You do like this," he said. He sounded amused, but pleased.
He pushed until his cock was completely in her, and Ange shifted her hips again, deliberately. Both she and the guard shivered and moaned at the sensation.
"Good," she whispered.
"Yeah," he agreed.
He started to pull out again, making Ange groan, and tighten her thighs against his body.
"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered. She did so, crossing her ankles together.
He pulled mostly out of her again, and pushed in faster this time.
Ange hissed at the sensation, but found herself pushing her hips against his. He groaned and laughed.
"That's right. Push back. Wriggle. Makes it better for both of us."
Ange laughed softly at this.
Their hips hit together. The guard pulled back immediately, still at an easy pace, but without hesitating. Ange found that matching his rhythm, while shifting very slightly, increased the sensation, both of his dick sliding out, and of it being pressed back in.
"Gonna go faster," he grunted.
"Yes," Ange moaned in agreement.
They both moved faster, Ange's pace slightly behind his. Her body felt hot. Her breathing was rapid, gasping. Her response made him increase the pace again. He used faster, harsher strokes. Ange kept up his pace as well as she could, nuzzling against his neck, until the sensations built up. She moaned loudly, her head lulling back again.
He thrust hard. As hard as the other guard had. Ange's eyes widened, and she felt her body go rigid. She gasped, as a sudden and intense orgasm smashed up her body. She cried out, her pussy and thighs clenching against him.
The guard grunted, and pushed deeply into her. His cock spasmed, and his balls emptied their load of cum deep into Ange's body.
Spent, he gasped, and pressed his lips to her cheek. Ange nuzzled back against him, pressing her lips to his eagerly.
When the kiss broke, Ange laughed very quietly.
"Good?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
They lay together for several minutes, cuddling. Then the man pulled up and out, groaning as he forced himself to his feet.
"Gotta get your food. Love to just stay but can't."
Ange nodded, watching him dress.
I loved Edith. I love Princess. I do not love this man.
He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
He opened the cell door, and stepped just outside.
The guard stepped back in with a tray of food. It held soft white-bread slices, sliced chicken, a dollop of an off-white sauce, and slices of tomato. There was also the usual mug of water.
She sat up, eyes wide in surprise.
He chuckled.
"I told you, I'd bring you more. I aim to spoil you."
She nodded softly.
"Can I... maybe... have a nicer cell?"
He laughed.
"Not my call, darling. I'll ask though."
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