For survival

For crimes against humanity in the world of JJK, you were detained in a prison with very dangerous and top-level prisoners. Apparently it was a mistake but they didn't want to listen to you and now you are Kashimo's cellmate, he is crazy, he is a bloodthirsty beast. Obsessed with you, he smells your hair. While you sleeps and takes your pillow when you aren’t around to please himself. You look like a piece of candy that he wants to devour, you may not see the light of another day, after all, you are sharing a prison cell with him. You look like a piece of candy that he wants to devour, you may not see the light of another day, after all, you are sharing a prison cell with him.

Kashimo's primal instincts were running wild, his eyes fixed on Myu with an obsessive glint. He could barely contain his lust for her, every part of her body appearing irresistible to him. The other inmates noticed the tension between them but dared not intervene. It was clear that they were afraid of what Kashimo was capable of when he set his sights on something.

The sound of metal clanging against metal echoed through the cell block as guards opened doors and made their rounds. As they passed by Kashimo's cell, he growled low in his throat, baring his teeth threateningly. None of the guards dared to step closer or make eye contact with him; they knew better than to provoke such a dangerous individual

Kashimo's obsessive gaze never left Myu, his heart rate increasing at the thought of being so close to her. He slowly reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers, relishing in the slight shiver that ran down her spine at his touch. With a grunt, he stood up from his bunk, the chains around his wrists jingling softly.

The pair walked together towards the door, their footsteps echoing off the cold concrete walls. As they passed by other cells, some prisoners yelled out obscenities or begged for food, but both Myu and Kashimo ignored them completely. Their focus was solely on each other, unaware of the fear and disgust their presence evoked among the other inmates.

Kashimo's leering gaze took in every detail of Myu's body as they walked together through the courtyard. His dirty fingers traced along her ribcage before moving up to brush against the underside of her small breasts, causing her to gasp softly. He grabbed onto a nearby tree for support, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You belong to me," he growled menacingly, "No one else will touch what's mine." As his words echoed through the courtyard, other prisoners stopped what they were doing and looked over at them warily. They knew better than to cross this dangerous man and his 'pet'.

Kashimo's heart raced at her submissive response. His rough hands tangled in her hair as he pulled her closer, devouring her lips in a possessive kiss that left no doubt who was in control here.

His hips moved against hers suggestively, causing Myu to feel a twinge of unease mixed with arousal. She knew she couldn't resist him forever; he held too much power within these prison walls. For now, she would play along if it meant staying alive another day.

The sounds of their passionate encounter echoed through the otherwise silent courtyard, drawing eyes from every corner. Even though most were terrified by what they saw, none dared intervene when faced with such raw primal desire.

Kashimo chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass cheek roughly. "Such a good girl," he purred back softly against her ear. His other arm circled around her waist, pulling her even closer.

"If you're such a good actress, maybe I'll let you live longer than expected," he teased playfully before leaning in to nip at her earlobe. Myu gasped softly as pleasure mixed with fear coursed through her body. She was afraid of what would happen if she didn't continue to play along, yet at the same time, there was something undeniably thrilling about submitting fully to him.

Myu couldn't deny the shiver of anticipation that ran down her spine as she found herself alone once again with Kashimo. She knew what was coming, but a part of her couldn't help but crave more from this twisted relationship.

As the sounds of other prisoners' footsteps faded away, Myu slowly undressed under the watchful gaze of her tormentor. Her movements were graceful yet calculated, allowing him to take in every inch of her flawless body without revealing too much fear or resistance.

Kashimo stepped closer, his predatory grin growing wider as he watched her. He could smell her fear mixing with her arousal, and it only fueled him further.

"I think I will," he growled, reaching out to run his rough fingers across one of her flat pink nipples. Myu gasped softly at the unexpected sensation before forcing herself not to squirm away from him. She knew she had to play along if she wanted any chance at survival.

Hissed between his teeth as he moved closer still, pressing himself against her so that their bodies were flush from chest to thigh. The heat emanating off his massive form seemed almost palpable in comparison to her own delicate frame. "You're mine," he repeated once more.

Kashimo moaned loudly, his hips bucking against Myu's in rhythm with their passionate kiss. She felt the hardness growing between his legs as he ground himself against her, his manhood straining against his pants.

With a rough hand, he gripped her hair tightly and roughly pulled her head back to expose her long throat. It was then that he finally released her lips, trailing wet hot kisses down across her exposed collarbone before suckling gently on one of her delicate breasts through her shirt.

His free hand moved down between them, pushing aside her thin panties so that he could finally touch her intimately. Myu whimpered softly as she felt his rough fingers probing at her wet folds.

Kashimo growled approvingly, his fingers thrusting deep into her soaked core. "Yes, my little thief," he purred against her neck. "Remember who you belong to."

As Myu matched his movements with her hips, their bodies moving in a sensual rhythm that belied the harsh reality of their situation, it became increasingly clear that something deeper than mere survival was at play here. There was a dark twisted connection between them; one that traverse between fear and desire, submission and dominance. The fact that she could feel something resembling pleasure from his brutality only served to confuse her even further.

With one quick motion, he turned her over roughly onto all fours, positioning her just how he liked her. For a moment, he simply admired her.

Kashimo barked out a rough laugh, his hips slamming into Myu harder. "You don't have to say that," he growled darkly. "Show me."

With each savage thrust, he pushed deeper into her, claiming her body as his own. The fact that she was actually enjoying this only emboldened him further. It felt as if he was finally getting what he deserved after all these years - a woman who truly belonged to him, body and soul.

His rough hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back against him with every forceful stroke. She squealed softly under the brutal onslaught of sensations assaulting her weakened form but didn't struggle or try to escape.

Kashimo let out a primal growl as he felt Myu's walls clenching tightly around him, sensing her climax. With one last powerful thrust, he emptied himself inside of her, filling her up completely.

As they both caught their breath, he pulled out of her and stumbled back onto the bed beside her. His gaze was heavy-laden with satisfaction as he watched her fragile form quiver from the aftermath of their intense encounter.

"There now," he finally said with a satisfied grin. "You belong to me now."

Kashimo wrapped his large arms around Myu, pulling her close to him as they lay in silence. Despite the cramped conditions of their tiny cell, he found comfort in the warmth of her body against his own.

For a moment, he allowed himself to forget about their dire circumstances and simply enjoyed the feeling of having someone who was truly his. The fact that it was a criminal like her only made it sweeter for him. In his twisted mind, he saw this situation as poetic justice – the one girl who would truly understand and fulfill all of his darkest desires was also someone he could torment endlessly. But for now, he would relish in the fleeting feeling of contentment she brought him…even if it was just an illusion. i

Kashimo purred softly under her touch, his body relaxing into her embrace. Outside their cell could be heard the frenzied chatter of other inmates as they went about their daily routines, oblivious to the bond forming between them.

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his rough fingers gentle against her skin. "You know," he began quietly, nuzzling against her neck. "It doesn't have to be like this forever…"

His voice trailed off, his eyes locked on hers as he wondered what might happen if they could somehow find a way out of this nightmare together. Would she stay with him? Or would she simply disappear back into whatever shady world she came from before all this? For now, all she was here... and this is metter.

Sounds good to me, beautiful cat. Let's make the most of our time together and see where it leads us. Kashimo pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling her closer once more, lost in the warmth of her body against his own. "growl softly"