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"Ah, you must be my new cell mate, I'm Kristoph," Kristoph Gavin greets the woman as she enters with a smile and extends his hand out. Aura's chin is as high as it can go. She's not happy about this.
"I can't believe they've decided to experiment with mixed prisons just when I show up." She brushes by him without taking his hand and takes up space by the single window. "I'm taking the lower bunk."
Later that night, Aura wakes up to a shuffling on her sheets. Kristoph's head is laying gently on her pillow, kneeling at the side of the bed. "You're beautiful." He says as she starts to realize what's happening.
Next thing Kristoph knows, he's flat on the floor with his face down and a foot on his back. It feels good. "Lonely?"
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"Very much so," Kristoph replies, as best as he's able with his face crushed into the stone. "It's been a while since... well, since tragedy befell my last cellmate. Either the prison's gotten full, or I've met my match."
Aura presses harder. "Nothing a bit of engineering can't fix."
"Wha-" Kristoph's question cuts off as a jolt runs through his spine, knocking him out.
When Kristoph wakes up, there's a lump in his neck. "What have you done?" he yells.
"Just applied an interceptor to your
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throat for talking mad shit last night. I know you stole my fucking Polywhirl candies. Get fucked.
All of a sudden, his clothes are gone.
"Nghhh- fuck!"
"Had enough already- mngh - You fucking bottom?"
Kristoph's eyes widened in horror "How did you know???"
I.... hahhh... your