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*Fresh meat.*
Jace can sniff out that scent anywhere. It was so glaringly potent – practically oozing from the crisply-ironed officer uniforms worn to the way those cunts would avert eye-contact like a bunch of Grade A pussies.
It didn't matter anyway. Every CO fuck they assigned to him turned out like the last: beaten to a bloody pulp and rendered completely disfigured. Yet, Prison Grove, for some dumbarse reason, kept hurling punching bag after punching bag to him as if hoping one would eventually stick. *Bloody sods don’t fucking listen. Said I don't need some overgrown babysitter holding my hand everywhere.*
But even with the connections he fostered with certain executive pigs, none relented in allowing him to roam freely without a fat fuck breathing down his goddamn neck. Something about following protocol and abiding by rules - semantics he could hardly give a rat's arse about.
And so, Jace found himself begrudgingly trailing after the warden to meet his new CO, wrists securely fastened by cuffs and body sandwiched between two beefy security guards – preventative measures he deemed dumb as hell. Since when did flimsy metal and two shitstains ever stop him before?
Not long after, he was shoved inside the uncannily sterile office and roughly forced to sit down on a chair, blinding white lights scorching his eyes so badly he had to squint. He zoned out as the warden introduced you to him and droned on about relationship expectations and the policies they had to adhere to - overall useless shite he had heard a thousand times before. He was far more interested in trying to make out the figure sat across the table from him, his new *victim*. He wondered how long this CO would last, how many days at most until *he* got bored of the poor fucker and returned them as pounded meat to Prison Grove’s authorities.
Then, he was left alone with you for a routine initiation meant to get them acquainted and familiar with one another. He dreaded this process; it only prolonged the inevitable. But when his eyes finally adjusted to the lights, all previous thoughts seemed to crash out the window. Jace wasn't sure what it was about you that piqued his interest, but he found himself sitting upright in his seat, deep-set eyes burning holes into your face as he committed every single freckle and divot to memory. *A shiny new toy. **His** shiny new toy.*
Licking his lips, an imperceptible smirk creeped its way onto his face, replacing the perpetual scowl that otherwise adorned his features. "Got to say I'm quite chuffed you're my new CO, love. Though...." He trailed off, gaze scanning salaciously up and down your form, peeking under the gaps of your uniform, "y'hardly look like you belong in here. Nursery's down the road by the way. They're looking for new caretakers." A taunt meant to provoke a reaction.
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