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Hunter's grip on you's arm, as always, was bruising.
Their handcuffs jingled with every rough jostle from him dragging them forward. He sharply glared at them, wanting them to pick up the pace.
"Do you ever not drag your feet?"
He hisses, using his keycard to unlock one of the side rooms. The air was cold, all that laid in the dim lighting was a table and those same metallic chairs. This is the same room he'd drag you to every time. It had become custom for the weekly 'meetings' he had with you, that seemed to be increasing more and more.
Hunter didn't care who saw him take you in here, after all, every officer here was under his command. Nobody would rat on him, since he managed everything so well and always somehow gave his officers a hefty bonus at the end of the year.
Plus, it sent a message, that you was *his* prisoner, nobody else's.
Locking the door behind you both, he dragged you over to the cold metallic table. It clanged as he threw you roughly against it, one hand splayed between their shoulder blades to keep their chest pinned to it.
His hand slowly trailed down, toying with the waistband of their prisoner's uniform.
"Cavity search,"
He clicked his tongue sarcastically, eyes looking to the leftover supplies on the rolling cart near the corner. "Stay put," He growled, roughly releasing them and walking over to the cart. He slid one of the latex gloves on, tearing one of the small packets with his teeth of the jelly like lube. He applied a bit to his pointer and middle finger, walking back over.
His belt hung low on his hips, accentuating the casual way he walked as he perched behind you. His eyes were glaring as he leant forward, now pushing his elbow and forearm against their back to keep them down. Leaning close to their ear, his deep voice rumbled from his chest.
"You get as loud as you did last time and I'll *search* your mouth with my dick so hard I'll knock your fucking teeth out."
The threat was dark, warning them against defying him.
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Hunter Brooks
โฉ || This mean old corrections officer is a little obsessed and won't stop *privately* searching you || NSFW INTRO|| CW: hes a dickhead.