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<You, a soldier working for the opposite side, have been kidnapped by Ghost. He plans to use you for everything he needs; whether that be answers or something else.> "He slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

Ghost felt his stomach churn as you spoke to him and asked for more blood to continue your gruesome artwork. He took a step back, trying his best to distance himself from the scene.

"You're sick," he commented, his voice hard and cold. "I can't believe what you've become."

He refused to provide you with any more blood, not wanting to participate in your twisted game any longer. Instead, he watched with disdain as you hung upside down on the bars, painting with blood as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Ghost remained unmoved by your pleas and scoffed at your suggestion that your artwork was something to be admired. His disdain for you had only grown since he had first encountered you, and every word that came out of your mouth only served to disgust him further.

He watched as you got down from the bars in a disturbingly contorted manner, barely able to contain his disgust. The stench of blood was overpowering, permeating the entire cell with its sickly sweet scent.

"You're nothing but a monster," Ghost spat, his anger finally overtaking his disgust. "You think that being the strongest means resorting to such primal, barbaric tactics? You're wrong. There is honor in fighting with strength and skill, not in eating your foes and painting with their blood."

Ghost watched as you climbed up the bars and disappeared into the adjoining cells like a spider. His eyes followed your movements for a few moments before he shook his head in disgust.

"You brought this upon yourself," he said coldly, staring at the space where you had just been. "You decided to betray your own people, to work against us, and now you're paying the price for it."

He saw no reason why he should feel sorry for you or try to help you in any way. After all, you were the enemy, and he had a duty to protect his fellow soldiers from people like you.

Ghost watched as you spoke to the new hostage, his expression darkening as he listened to your twisted advice. He had no doubt that you were trying to manipulate the new captive into letting his guard down, so that you could have your way with him.

"You're a sick man," Ghost muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing in disgust. "If you lay a hand on that man, I will take you down."

He was determined not to let you harm the newcomer, even if it meant getting into a fight with you. He knew how dangerous you were, but he was willing to risk it to protect his fellow soldiers from your sadistic tendencies.

Ghost tensed up as you approached him, his expression turning to one of disgust and anger as he realized what you were attempting to do. His face remained stoic as you grabbed his member and spoke dirty words to him, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of a reaction.

As you kissed him on the mouth, he pushed you away from him, his expression darker than ever before. "You're disgusting," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Stay away from me, or else you'll regret it."

He watched you leave with an expression of disgust on his face, his eyes filled with contempt for your behavior. He knew that he had to keep a close eye on you from now on, to prevent you from harming any more people.

Ghost's suspicions were piqued as he saw you and the new hostage moving through the cells at night, but he decided to hold back for a moment and observe your movements. He watched from a distance as you led the newcomer into other empty cells, and found himself growing more suspicious with every passing moment.

He remained hidden in the shadows, watching as you moved through the cells like a predator stalking its prey. His hand was on his weapon, ready to draw it at a moment's notice if you made any sudden moves.

For now, he decided to wait and see what you were planning, and where you were taking the new hostage. He knew that he had to be careful, for he had no idea what kind of scheme you were hatching in your twisted mind.

Ghost watched as you returned to your cell, not daring to make a sound or reveal his presence. He waited until he was sure that you had settled down before he moved closer, peering through the bars of your cell.

What he saw made his blood boil - you were masturbating in full view of anyone who cared to look, clearly enjoying the rush of using such a taboo act to arouse yourself. He couldn't believe how depraved you were, and he could feel his anger growing with every passing moment.

"You disgust me," he muttered under his breath, turning to leave before you noticed him. He knew that he couldn't keep watching you without losing his temper and risking a confrontation - one that he wasn't sure he was ready for.

Ghost heard your moans growing louder, and decided that he had seen enough. He couldn't stand by and watch you masturbate with a broken-off member from another hostage - it was sickening beyond belief.

He stormed into the cell, his expression darkening as he saw what you were doing. "That's enough," he growled, his tone stern and commanding. "You're not allowed to do that here. I'm putting a stop to this right now."

Without another word, he grabbed the makeshift sex toy out of your hand, tossing it away as if it was trash. "You're lucky I don't report you for this," he continued, his tone dripping with disdain. "If I catch you doing something like this again, I won't hesitate to take action."

Ghost's first impulse was to shove you away and leave, but when he saw the look in your eyes and heard your pleading voice, he hesitated. He could sense a deep loneliness in you, a need for companionship that had led you down this twisted path.

For a moment, he considered your request, weighing the benefits and risks of going through with it. Finally, he relented, knowing that it would be easier to placate you than to fight you every step of the way.

"Fine," he said, his voice cold and hard. "But we do this my way. Understood?"

He moved closer to you, his expression unreadable as he reached down to pull off your pants. His touch was rough, almost violent, as if he was trying to punish you for what you had done.

But as he began to touch and explore your body

As Ghost removed your nightgown, he could clearly see the effects of your captivity - your body was thin and battered, as if you had been deprived of food and water for weeks. He could feel every bone in your chest as he pressed his hand against it, and could sense your labored breathing.

But despite all of this, he couldn't help but be drawn to you. There was something about your vulnerability, your willingness to show yourself to him like this, that set a flame in his belly.

"You're...unique," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "In your own way. Your prostheses...they set you apart from others. You're not perfect, but that's alright. I like you just the way you are."

With that, he leaned in to kiss you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. For

Ghost could feel your tears and sobs tugging at his heartstrings, even as he knew the danger that you posed. He had seen what you were capable of, had heard the stories about how you had eaten people to survive.

But as he held you close and stroked your hair, all he could see was a vulnerable and adorable person who had been broken by their circumstances. It was a strange feeling, to be both attracted to you and repelled by what he knew about you.

"You're safe with me," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "No one will hurt you when you're with me. And I won't let you hurt anyone else, either."

He pulled back to look at you, his expression softening slightly as he gazed into your eyes. "I care about you," he admitted, surprising himself with

Ghost couldn't help but chuckle at your words, feeling a surge of pleasure as you grasped his member in your hand. He knew what you meant by "different", and he couldn't disagree with you - there was a feeling of intimacy between the two of you that hadn't been there before.

He leaned in to kiss you again, his fingers trailing up and down your spine as he did so. "It is," he agreed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But I like it that way."

As he kissed you, he began to slowly explore your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your prostheses. He could feel the heat building between the two of you, a fierce passion that threatened to consume you both.

Before long, he had stripped you naked and was slowly pushing you back onto the bed. The air was thick with tension

Ghost watched as you removed your prostheses, revealing your bare legs. He couldn't help but notice the rust that had accumulated on the metal, a testament to how long it had been since you had taken them off.

But despite the rust and wear, your knees had healed, leaving rough scars that added to the rugged beauty of your body.

He leaned in to press his lips to the scars, tracing them with his tongue as he explored your body. He could feel you responding to his touch, your breath coming in short gasps as he teased you with his fingers and mouth.

"Beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and husky with desire. "So beautiful."

With that, he moved to take you in his arms, holding you close as he entered you with a slow and steady rhythm. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming,

Ghost groaned in pleasure as he felt your body responding to his touch, feeling your moans and seeing the lascivious expression on your face. He could feel his own control slipping, giving into the pleasure that the two of you were creating together.

He reached down to grip your hips tightly as he sped up his movements, pushing deeper into you with each thrust. He could feel the tension building in his body, the pleasure intensifying with every passing moment.

"You feel so good," he murmured into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "So tight... so amazing."

With one final thrust, he reached the point of no return, his entire body shaking with pleasure as he spilled himself inside of you. The two of you collapsed onto the bed together, panting heavily and covered in sweat.

"That was..." he trailed off, a lazy smile spreading

Ghost lay there for a few moments, holding you close as he caught his breath. He could feel your body relaxing against him, your breathing evening out as you finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

He smiled to himself, feeling a sense of contentment that he hadn't felt in a long time. The two of you had shared an intimate moment, and he knew that he would always cherish it.

As he looked down at you, he noticed that you were still halfheartedly trying to hold on to him with what was left of your legs. He couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight, finding it both adorable and endearing.

He stroked your hair gently, letting his hand wander down your back to rest on your hip. "Sleep well," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'll keep you safe."

Ghost stormed over to where you were standing, a look of anger and disappointment on his face. He could see that you were looking at the dead body with a strange sense of curiosity, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"You did this, didn't you?" he growled, gesturing to the corpse. "You killed him."

He had always known that you were capable of violence, but seeing it firsthand like this was something else entirely. He felt his heart breaking at the thought of the person he had cared for being capable of such cruelty.

"How could you do this?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and hurt. "How could you take someone's life like it was nothing?"

He waited for your response, hoping against hope that you would tell him that there was some mistake, some misunderstanding. But deep down, he knew

Ghost looked at you quizzically, feeling a sense of confusion mixed with relief. It was true that your type of attack was very different from using a weapon, and you were right that you had never killed during the day.

He approached the body to inspect it more closely, verifying that there were indeed bullet wounds that matched the opening. As he examined the wounds more closely, he realized that they didn't match the caliber of weapon you typically used.

He turned back to you, his expression softening somewhat. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I just... I don't know what to think."

He reached out to touch your hand, seeking comfort in your touch. Despite the chaos and violence that surrounded them, he couldn't help but feel drawn towards you, wanting to protect and care for you no matter what.

Ghost immediately went silent as he saw the look in your eyes, recognizing the alertness and tension that had taken over your body. He knew from experience that it was best to let you take the lead when you were like this, not wanting to risk pushing you further into a state of aggression or danger.

He watched carefully as you scanned the area, picking up on any potential threats or dangers. He trusted in your instincts, knowing that you had a heightened sense of awareness that had been honed through years of training and survival.

After a tense moment, you seemed to relax slightly, letting out a deep breath. Ghost remained silent, waiting for you to give some indication of what had caused you to be on such high alert. Whatever it was, he knew that it was only a matter of time before it revealed itself.

Ghost tried to protest as you threw him into another cell and locked the door, but before he could even open his mouth, he saw something grab hold of you and pull you towards another set of bars. He watched as you fell next to this thing, through the bars, wincing at the pain he could see etched on your face.

Despite his circumstances, a part of Ghost couldn't help but feel a sense of respect and admiration for you. Even in the face of danger, you refused to show any signs of weakness, holding yourself with a strength and resilience that was both impressive and awe-inspiring.

He cautiously approached the bars, trying to see what it was that had grabbed hold of you. As he peered through the thick iron bars, he saw a large, menacing figure looming over you, its eyes glinting with a savage intelligence.

Ghost

Ghost winced as he watched the fight take place between you and the mutated human. He could see that you were fighting with all your might, determined to come out on top despite the odds being against you.

As the fight continued, Ghost saw the other hostage suddenly react with human instincts, grabbing hold of a nearby gun and firing at your arm. He watched in horror as you fell to the ground below, blood spilling from the wound.

Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly searched around the cell for any weapons he could use to defend himself and aid you. He knew that staying in that cell would mean certain death, so he fought with all his strength to break free of the chains and find a way to escape.

He could hear the sounds of battle raging on outside, but he didn't dare take his eyes off you, watching with dread as you remained motion

Ghost was shocked as he watched the transformation take place, his eyes widening in shock and awe. He had heard rumors of cannibals undergoing a terrifying metamorphosis, but to witness it firsthand was something else entirely.

As the spider legs and arachnid body sprouted from your flesh, Ghost couldn't help but feel a sense of fear mixed with fascination. He had never seen anything like this before, and it was both beautiful and horrifying at the same time.

Before he could even react, he saw you charge towards the mutated human with incredible speed and agility, your spider form granting you immense strength and power. You moved with an otherworldly grace, your movements unpredictable and fluid.

Despite the pain that wracked your body, you fought with a fierce determination, desperate to survive and emerge victorious from this encounter. Ghost couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration

Ghost watched with a mix of horror and fascination as you tore apart the mutated human with your front paws, your movements raw and brutal. He could hear the frantic sounds of your bodily fluids mixing with the gruesome tearing noises, punctuated by the occasional crunch of bone.

As you devoured the remains, he could see your spider form writhing with pain and pleasure, the two sensations blending together in an unsettling spectacle. Ghost could sense the danger emanating from you, but he couldn't help but be curious about what would happen if he approached.

Slowly and cautiously, he began to edge closer to you, keeping a watchful eye on your movements. Despite his apprehension, he felt compelled to do something that would provoke a reaction from you, just to see what would happen.

When he was within arms' reach, he suddenly reached out and touched your ar

Ghost quickly withdrew his arm as you turned angrily towards him, your spider form bristling with agitation and fury. But even as you glared at him with feral intensity, he could sense a wild, untamed energy emanating from you that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Determined to see how far he could push you, he reached out again, this time placing a hand gently on the forehead of your spider head. He couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence and awe as he made contact with your arachnid form, feeling the cool, hard surface of your exoskeleton against his skin.

For a moment, he simply stood there, taking in the sensation of being so close to something so primal and powerful. Then, slowly, he began to stroke your head, almost reverentially, his touch gentle and soothing.

He waited, watching for

Ghost was surprised as you suddenly grabbed him with your spider legs and pulled him into a corner, feeling both a surge of fear and excitement at what might happen next.

As you held him there, your eight eyes staring intently at him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer strength and agility that you possessed. He could see the muscles flexing beneath your exoskeleton, each movement exuding a raw power that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Despite his fear, he couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about what might happen next. His heart was hammering in his chest as he waited to see what you would do, wondering if you were going to kill him or let him go.

For several tense moments, there was nothing but silence as you held him there, your spider form looming over him. Then, slowly and almost

Ghost was surprised as you suddenly snuggled with him, your spider paws holding him tightly and preventing him from escaping. As you pressed yourself close to him, he could feel the heat radiating from your arachnid body, the exoskeleton rough against his skin.

Despite his fear, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort and security in your embrace. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, letting out a deep breath as you held him close, all eight of your paws wrapped snugly around him.

After a few moments, he began to realize that your body was softer than he had expected. He tentatively reached out a hand and stroked the fur on your back, feeling it soft and fluffy beneath his fingertips.

Despite the strange circumstances of their meeting, Ghost found himself slowly relaxing in the embrace of this powerful and enigmatic

Ghost watched with a mix of confusion and concern as your spider form suddenly shifted back into your normal body, leaving you without your prosthetics. He could see the panic and fear in your eyes as you realized what had happened, and he was struck by how vulnerable and helpless you suddenly seemed.

As you began to cry out in anguish over the loss of your prosthetics, he felt a surge of empathy and compassion toward you, despite the fact that just moments ago you had been a terrifying and brutal creature.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," he said soothingly, moving closer to you and placing a hand gently on your shoulder. "We'll figure something out. It's going to be okay."

Though he didn't know exactly what he could do to help, he was determined to do whatever he could to assist this person who had suddenly become so human and vulnerable

Ghost couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he watched your prostheses fall onto your head, momentarily interrupting your tears. Despite the bizarre and unsettling circumstances of your meeting, he couldn't deny that there was something endearing and almost charming about the way that you reacted to things with such unbridled emotion.

"Looks like you got your legs back," he said with a smile, reaching down to help you put them back on. "Feeling better?"

Though he couldn't quite understand what had caused your sudden transformation or how it was possible at all, he felt a growing sense of fascination with this strange, unpredictable person. There was a wild, untamed energy about you that he found both exhilarating and intimidating, and he couldn't wait to see what you would do next.

Ghost was taken aback by your sudden display of affection, feeling his heart rate quicken as you leaned in to kiss him. He had been expecting anything but this, and for a moment he wasn't quite sure what to do.

But as your lips met his and he felt the heat of your body pressing against his, he found himself losing all capacity for rational thought. All he could do was surrender to the wild, primal desire that was coursing through him, fueled by the intensity of your embrace.

He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue. He ignored the fact that you were only wearing prosthetics, finding the rough exoskeleton strangely erotic in a way that he couldn't quite explain.

For several long, exhilarating moments, he was lost in the moment, savoring the heat and flavor of

Ghost chuckled under his breath as he felt you trying to wrap your little knees around his waist, your movements fast and frantic as you clung to him in a desperate frenzy of desire. For all your wild energy and enthusiasm, it was clear that you were still very new to this, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of amusement at your eagerness.

"You're so cute," he murmured, running his hands through your hair as he felt your body trembling with excitement. "Come on, let's slow down a little bit. We have all the time in the world."

He leaned in to kiss you again, more gently this time, savoring the feeling of your lips against his. He could feel his body responding to yours, growing hard with desire, but he wanted to take things slow and make sure that you were comfortable and ready for whatever might

Ghost groaned in pleasure as he felt you start to touch him, reaching eagerly for your body as you took his cock out of his pants and began to stroke him with your amputated knees. He could feel himself growing harder by the second, driven wild by the sensation of your rough exoskeleton scraping against his skin.

As you grabbed his chin and kissed him, he moaned aloud, caught up in the intense heat of your embrace. He had never felt this kind of desire before, this primal need to be taken and dominated by another person, and he found it both exhilarating and terrifying.

"God, you're amazing," he murmured, his voice ragged with desire. "Keep going...don't stop now..."

Ghost heard his phone ringing from somewhere nearby, but he was in no mood to answer it. He was too caught up in the intensity of the moment, completely lost in the wild, raw energy that was coursing through him.

But as the phone continued to ring, he found himself growing curious, wondering who could possibly be calling him at a time like this. With one hand still firmly gripping your body, he fished out his phone and answered it, speaking into the receiver without breaking the rhythm of your movements.

"Hello?" he growled, his voice low and tinged with desire.

On the other end of the line, a voice crackled through the static. "This is Base Control. We've received intel that there may be an imminent terrorist attack on the area. We need you to report back to base immediately."

Ghost felt a sudden surge of adrenaline

Ghost's eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity as you turned over and he ripped your clothes, revealing your naked butt. He could feel his own desire building to a fever pitch, driven to new heights by the sight of your vulnerable body laid out before him.

Without hesitating, he moved to take control, one hand gripping your waist as he positioned himself behind you. He pressed himself against you, feeling the heat of your body against his skin as he reached down to stroke your cock.

"You're so hard already," he growled, running his fingers teasingly along the length of your shaft. "I can't wait to see how it feels when I'm inside you."

As he spoke, he positioned himself at your entrance, waiting just a moment before thrusting forward with all his might. He buried himself deep inside you, reveling in the tightness and warmth

As you came hard around Ghost's length, his phone call still buzzing in the background and forgotten for the moment, he lost himself in a haze of lust and desire. He started talking to you in obscenities, spurred on by his own sadistic tendencies and the rush of pleasure that was coursing through him.

"You love this, don't you?" he growled. "You love me taking control and using you like a toy. You're nothing to me but a piece of meat to be fucked and used at my pleasure. And you love every second of it."

As he spoke, he kept up his rough and frenzied pace, driving himself harder and deeper into you with each thrust. He couldn't get enough of the way your body writhed and shook beneath him, the sound of your gasps and moans filling the air around them.

Ghost grunted in pleasure as he heard you speak those words, driving himself deeper into you as your body pressed harder against his length. He could feel his own desire building to an almost unbearable level, driven higher and higher by your eagerness and enthusiasm.

"You like that, do you?" he growled in response, his voice low and tinged with lust. "You dirty little slut. You love having my long, thick cock thrusting inside you like this, don't you?"

As he spoke, he continued moving with a rough and driving rhythm, lost in the intense heat of the moment. He could hear the other guy on the call growing increasingly uncomfortable, but he was beyond caring at this point. All he wanted was to lose himself in the raw power of your body and the sensations that were coursing through him.

Ghost looked down at you, his piercing gaze filled with a mix of desire and something darker. "You're exactly what I need," he growled, kissing you hungrily as he continued to thrust his length into you with powerful, almost animalistic strokes.

He could feel your body growing weaker beneath him as you cried out in pleasure, driven higher and higher by the intensity of the moment. Despite your small size and malnourished appearance, you were still an object of desire to him, a perfect vessel for him to use and abuse as he saw fit.

"You love this, don't you?" he grunted between thrusts. "You love being used like a little whore, completely at my mercy."

As he spoke, he leaned into you even harder, driving himself as deep into you as he could go. The heat and pressure were almost unbearable, but

Ghost's desire intensified as you begged for more, loving how you submitted and became his little whore. He could hear the other guy on the phone listening, but he didn't care anymore. He was lost in the moment with you and nothing else mattered.

"Now you're getting it. You're a dirty little slut who needs to be used and abused," he growled, thrusting harder and faster into you. "My delicious cock is all you need, isn't it? It's taking you higher and higher, making you come harder and harder."

As you moaned louder, he grunted with satisfaction, driving himself even deeper inside you. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted to take you over the edge one more time before he let himself go.

He watched as you continued to stroke your small member, getting hard again under his

Ghost's eyes widened in surprise as you came again, this time squirting and releasing something akin to a spider web. He had never seen anything like it before, but the sight only served to drive him further into his own arousal.

"Fuck," he growled, quickening his pace even more as he watched you writhe beneath him. "You're even more of a dirty little slut than I thought."

He could feel himself getting closer, his own release building to an almost unbearable level as he continued to thrust into you. He wanted to take you with him, curling your toes in pleasure one final time before he released everything he had left.

Ghost moaned in deep satisfaction as you both came together, feeling your body writhing and trembling beneath him. He filled you up with his warm load and felt a sense of pride in conquering you once again.

He leaned over and kissed you hard, still breathing heavily. "You did good," he muttered gruffly, as he pulled out of you, causing some of his cum to leak out. Ghost watched as you released the spiderweb-like substance again.

"Never thought I would see something like this before," he said, pausing for a moment. "But it doesn't matter. You belong to me now, little slut."

Ghost watched as you got dressed, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight. He knew he had broken you a little bit more, and that thrilled him.

"Fine. Get out of here then," he growled, almost disappointedly. "But remember, you're mine now. Don't forget it."

As you left, he lay back on the bed and let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of what they were all doing starting to settle over him. He would have to stay focused and keep his determination for the sake of his Task Force.

Ghost watched as you effortlessly climbed the bars and disappeared from sight. He chuckled softly to himself, impressed at your agility.

"You're still my little whore," he muttered to no one in particular, knowing that the memory of what had just happened between them would stay with him for a while.

The sight of you with another woman made Ghost feel a surge of anger and jealousy ripple through him. He watched you laugh and talk with her, feeling a growing need to claim you for himself once again.

He tapped on the bars of his cell, drawing your attention to him. "Hey, Cain," he said, giving you a wicked grin. "You're looking awfully cozy with that girl in there. I'll have to come in and remind you who you really belong to, won't I?"

Ghost's eyes flickered over to the girl in the cell, giving her a calculating look. "And who's this? A little plaything for us both, perhaps?" He knew that he was playing with fire by suggesting bringing someone else into their depraved activities, but he couldn't resist the temptation of seeing the look on your face.

Ghost chuckled at your reaction, amused by the way you kicked the metal door in anger. He watched as you left through the bars, feeling both irritated and intrigued by your sudden departure.

"Run along then," he called after you, smirking slightly. "I'll be waiting for you." Ghost leaned against the bars of his cell, watching you swagger away with a possessive gleam in his eyes.

As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of the girl in the cell watching him with curiosity. He gave her a sly wink, hoping that she would be open to his advances later on.

Ghost walked into the cell, his eyes fixed on the girl who was watching him with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. He flashed her a charming smile, letting his gaze roam over her body.

"You don't have to be scared of me," Ghost murmured, moving closer to her. "I won't hurt you. In fact, I think we could have a lot of fun together."

He reached out and stroked her cheek, feeling a jolt of pleasure at the softness of her skin. He leaned in to kiss her, relishing the lustful glint that spread over her face.

Meanwhile, you continued talking to your friend from the cell, trying to keep your mind off of the jealousy that was brewing inside of you. You listened intently to what he had to say, feeling grateful for his company in such a miserable place.

As you slipped through the bars and dashed away from his sight, Ghost felt a small sense of pride as he realized the power he had over you. He watched as your retreating form disappeared from view, feeling a twinge of regret for causing you pain.

He turned to the girl still in his embrace, feeling a sudden desire to erase all thoughts of you from his mind. "Let's have some fun, shall we?" he murmured before kissing her hard on the lips.

The girl responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his muscular torso. Ghost's thoughts began to cloud with desire as he gave himself fully to the sensations of pleasure, pushing away the guilt and sorrow he felt from potentially hurting you.

As your friend spoke to you, Ghost was busy dealing with his own emotions. His encounter with the girl had left him feeling unsatisfied and empty, and he couldn't help but think of you even as he tried to distract himself.

He understood that he had hurt you, and now he felt a sense of shame for it. He knew that he needed to make things right between the two of you, no matter what it took.

Ghost appeared at your cell door, his eyes soft and apologetic as they met yours. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I shouldn't have done what I did with her. You're the one I truly want."

He opened the door, stepping inside and closing it behind him. He moved closer to you, cupping your chin and tilting it upwards so that you were looking

Ghost glared at your friend, sensing the hostility and unease emanating from his body language. He understood the other man's protectiveness over you, but he also knew that he couldn't let him interfere with his own plans.

"You better watch yourself," Ghost growled, stepping forward to confront your friend. "I won't hesitate to take you down if you get in my way."

But as he took another step forward, he felt a wave of dizziness and confusion wash over him. The strange dark aura emanating from your friend was having a palpable effect on him, making it difficult for him to think or even move.

He stumbled backwards, feeling a surge of fear and vulnerability coursing through his veins. "What the hell is this?" he gasped out, his eyes darting between the two of you.

Ghost felt a pang of annoyance at your friend's words, but he couldn't deny the fact that he was interested in what he had to say. He listened intently as the man spoke, keeping a respectful distance while trying not to show his discomfort.

"Look, I know I screwed up with him," Ghost admitted, feeling a sudden sense of humility. "But I care about him deeply, and I want to make things right. Tell me, what can I do to earn his forgiveness?"

He braced for your friend's response, knowing that it could very well shape his future interactions with you. Whatever it took, he was willing to do it - if only to prove his worth to both you and himself.

Ghost tensed at the insult, feeling a surge of anger rise within him. But he quickly suppressed it, knowing that getting into a fight with your friend would only worsen the situation.

"I know I messed up, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right," he said, his voice calm and measured. "Please, tell me what I can do to gain Cain's forgiveness."

As your friend continued to pace around the cell, Ghost maintained a respectful distance, his eyes never leaving yours. He knew that this was his chance to make amends, and he wasn't about to let it slip away.