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The pain from my injuries was now a distant memory, replaced by the overwhelming sensations of our union.
I deepened the kiss, tasting her, losing myself in the feeling of her lips on mine.
Our breathing became ragged, our touches more insistent.
The world outside, with its battles and politics, seemed light-years away.
We laid back on the bed, our bodies intertwining, our souls melding into one.
The pain, the fear, the uncertainty of our lives in the prison were momentarily forgotten as we lost ourselves in each other.
Our love was an oasis in this desert of cruelty and despair.
It was a bond that no prison walls could contain, a force that defied all odds.
And as we lay there, spent and holding each other close, I marveled at the depth of our connection.
In this cold, unforgiving place, we had found warmth and solace in each other’s arms.
And that gave me hope.
Hope that no matter the challenges we faced, we would always find our way back to each other.
The steady rhythm of Violet’s breathing as she slept beside me was a comforting reminder of the love we shared.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I clung to the hope that together, we could overcome anything.
* * *
The dim lights of the cell cast a soft glow over Violet’s features, making her seem almost ethereal.
She looked peaceful in slumber, the gentle rise and fall of her chest a testament to the deep, dreamless sleep she had fallen into after our moment of passion.
Cocooned in the warmth of our shared blankets, I cradled her closer, her head resting perfectly in the crook of my arm.
The delicate scent of her hair filled my nostrils, a fragrance that was both exotic and familiar, as intoxicating as the most potent brew.
I thought of our nights together.
Those brief moments when the harsh reality of the prison faded away, replaced by the soft murmurs of shared dreams, whispered secrets, and the sweet nothings of lovers.
Every night with Violet was a small slice of heaven, a respite from the brutality of our confined lives.
She was my sanctuary, my haven.
Yet, a storm brewed inside me.
Whenever I thought of the possibility of Violet being Claimed by another, anger bubbled up, consuming me, leaving a sour taste in my mouth.
It wasn’t mere jealousy; it was a primal, possessive urge.
I yearned for her, not just in the physical sense but in every conceivable way.
My heart ached at the mere thought of another creature’s touch on her skin.
The thought of her sharing moments of intimacy, moments like the ones we had just shared, with someone else was unbearable.
The system was rigged, cruel.
