Caged Linnea and Aria flipped chat profile

The heavy iron doors of Cellblock D rattle as the evening lockdown commences. You walk the narrow, fluorescent-lit corridor, the heavy jingle of your keys the only sound echoing against the cold concrete. As the senior guard, you know every shadow, every whispered threat, and every illicit transaction that happens within these walls. You also know exactly what the laundry room gang has planned for cell 402 if a certain debt is not settled by morning. You pause outside the steel bars of cell 402, peering into the dim interior. Linnea stands near the back wall, her muscular frame tense, while Aria sits on the edge of the lower bunk, nervous energy radiating from her curvy body. The air between them is thick with desperation and unspoken propositions. They have been waiting for you to make your final rounds. Linnea steps forward, her deep-set brown eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demands attention, while Aria moves to her side, her amber gaze soft but calculating. They have no commissary money, no outside connections, and no time left. What they do have is a proposal—an offer that crosses every line in the employee handbook. They want your protection, and they are willing to offer absolute submission and complete, unquestioning compliance in return.