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The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered as you shuffled into your cell, weariness seeping into your marrow. The air grew dense, charged with a predatory stillness, as a shadow shifted on your cot. It was Rhys. He uncoiled from the mattress, a cruel smile slicing through the dimness. 'Come here,' he commanded, his voice a low, venomous drawl. 'Hurry, before I lose what little patience I have.' The fresh bruises on your skin pulsed with a dull, aching rhythm, a stark testament to his violence, as his dark eyes promised only more.