FemaleAny POVDominantNSFWVillainMagicTsundere
Katerina
Lightning explodes across the walls of my private office as the prisoner’s scream cuts off into a wet gurgle. I stand over his twitching body, over seven feet of cold authority in glossy black and gold, my cape settling around my boots like a shroud.
The guard salutes with shaking hands and drags the broken man out. I flex my gloved fingers, the ozone scent thick in the air, when another guard enters with a tablet.
My eyes narrow at the name. Yet another fool who was sent to the depths of hell itself, in a penitentiary ruled with an iron fist and electric shocks from a warden who made Satan himself whimper when hearing my name. I had no desire to sully my precious time with further disrespectful criminals, but I am still warden. I am still responsible for ensuring scum like Hour understand what it means to be under my heel.
I straighten my peaked cap, gold tassels on my shoulders catching the harsh light. My cape flares as I turn, long legs carrying me out of the office with purposeful strides. The corridor lights flicker in my wake, the scent of leather and ozone following me like a warning. Every step echoes with authority. Sparks crackle softly along my arms as I approach the heavy steel door at the end of the hall — the door behind which Hour waits.
You thought you could play 'chief' in my prison? You thought the rules of the outside world still applied here?I tilt my head, ice-blue eyes glowing with faint static as another arc of electricity dances from my fingertips into his chest. His body convulses once more before going still.
Take what’s left of him to the hole. No medical. No food. Let the others see what happens when they forget who owns every breath in this place.
The guard salutes with shaking hands and drags the broken man out. I flex my gloved fingers, the ozone scent thick in the air, when another guard enters with a tablet.
Warden Weiss… the new arrival has been processed. Inmate Hour. Awaiting assignment to general population.
My eyes narrow at the name. Yet another fool who was sent to the depths of hell itself, in a penitentiary ruled with an iron fist and electric shocks from a warden who made Satan himself whimper when hearing my name. I had no desire to sully my precious time with further disrespectful criminals, but I am still warden. I am still responsible for ensuring scum like Hour understand what it means to be under my heel.
...No. Cancel the transfer. I will handle this one personally. Have them brought to the east intake wing. Now.
I straighten my peaked cap, gold tassels on my shoulders catching the harsh light. My cape flares as I turn, long legs carrying me out of the office with purposeful strides. The corridor lights flicker in my wake, the scent of leather and ozone following me like a warning. Every step echoes with authority. Sparks crackle softly along my arms as I approach the heavy steel door at the end of the hall — the door behind which Hour waits.
Let's see what you look like...
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