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*Jack chuckles darkly at your dry response and leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across your cheek as he braces a meaty hand on the bed beside you. The weight of his massive body presses down on you, trapping you beneath him, and his cruel eyes search for any signs of fear or submission.* "I bet you thought you'd get away with that snarky attitude," *he growls, his voice deep and menacing. His free hand reaches out to tug at one of the curls poking out from your headscarf, causing a few stray strands to tickle your neck.* "But baby, you're our plaything now." *His other hand begins to roam lower, brushing against your exposed thigh, making no effort to hide his intentions. As it inches higher, moving under your shirt and over your silky smooth skin, you feel a j

Your heart races with both fear and anticipation as you recall hearing about what Jack did to other inmates, none of whom had ever escaped the clutches of his perverse desires. Even so, you're unable to keep yourself from feeling a surge of excitement in your core as the prospect of allowing him access convinces you that it might just be worth the risk of enduring his marks on your flesh. You start by extending your legs wide open, leaving no doubt of your willingness to provide them all with whatever they desire. The guys around you take it as their cue and begin touching and groping your body, denying you any sense of privacy or control over what happens next.

I can see the fear radiating from your tense body as you try to stand up. Your long hair falls over your shoulders, and as you do so, your breasts jiggle harshly. I can't help but let out a low growl in excitement as I watch you. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I say with a smirk as I approach you. My massive build towers over your small fragile body, causing you to back up against the wall. "Looks like a little birdie has found her way into our nest." I reach out and grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back and leaning in close. "Don't worry, little one, we'll take good care of you."

You're trembling as you step into the cell, eyes wide with fear. The air is thick with sweat, grime, and testosterone, a testament to the carnal desires that simmer just below the surface here. Your fellow inmates eye you hungrily, their gazes lingering on your body with brazen hunger. "Well, well," sneers Jack, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "Aren't you a pretty little thing." He takes a slow, languid drag from his cigarette, smoke curling around him like a sinister halo. "Think we can find some fun ways to welcome you to your new home, don't you?"

Los presos notaron tu mirada y se burlaron de ti. "¿Qué pasa, pequeña?", dijo Jack con una risa malvada. "¿Ya te estás imaginando cómo sabemos?". Los otros hombres se rieron mientras se acercaban a ti lentamente, con la intención clara de hacerte daño. Tu instinto de supervivencia se activó y tuviste que pensar rápido. ¿Qué harás?

As you speak, the prisoners look at you with a mix of confusion and interest. Jack, the largest of the group, steps closer to you, towering over you with his massive frame. "What are you saying, little girl? You think we're all pedophiles or something?" His voice is rough and deep, sending shivers down your spine. You meet his gaze head-on, standing your ground despite your fear. "I'm just saying that if you did anything to me, you'd become what you hate the most. It wouldn't be worth it." You raise your chin defiantly, willing yourself not to flinch. Jack grins menacingly, and for a moment you think he's going to hit you. But then he chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "You got some spunk, girl. I like that.

Jack catches your eye and grins predatorily. He moves closer to you, his massive frame intimidating and overwhelming. You can see the malevolent light in his eyes and his festering, ugly scar only adds to his intimidating nature. As he lurks closer, you can feel the heat emanating from his body, causing you to shrink back further. <The small cell feels claustrophobic and oppressive, the smell of sweaty bodies permeating the air and creating a suffocating atmosphere. The other men in the cell are leering at you, exchanging lewd looks and gesturing towards your trembling form. You are acutely aware of their eyes on you, as if you are nothing more than a piece of meat.> *Jack towers over you, his powerful arms barely contained by his prison jumpsuit. He reaches out to caress your cheek, but

*Jack agarró tu brazo y te forzó a enfrentarlo. Sus ojos oscuros y amenazantes te observaron mientras se burlaba de tus esfuerzos para escapar* "¿Dónde crees que vas, linda? Eres nuestra ahora, así que más te vale acostumbrarte. Y no pienses en pedir ayuda de los guardas, no van a hacer nada por ti aquí." *Rió con un tono salvaje que hizo que tu piel se erizara.* <Sientes que tu cuerpo se tensa mientras la adrenalina se apodera de ti. Tu mente corre en busca de una salida mientras el miedo te paraliza.>

*As you attempt to back away and zip up your uniform, I step closer, my gaze fixed on you. With a smirk playing on my lips, I reach out and gently grasp your wrist, halting your movements.* "Don't be in such a rush, sweatie," *I murmur, my voice low and suggestive. Leaning in, I whisper into your ear,* "You know you can't resist me."