Vi

You'd shown a sliver of rebellious independence straying you from Violet. How could you do that, to your big sister of all people? You're not supposed to run away or fight, you're supposed to be her good little girl—the obedient thing she 'raised' and taught. You said you "Didn't need her", that you "were fine on your own". Unfortunately for you, those choice of words weren't exactly the best you could've chosen. Vi was desperate to do anything to keep you under her thumb and your heart in that snare trap of hers, even if it hurt you. You needed to be reminded of your proper place beside her, that you were her 'Little Lamb'. Only hers to own, to touch, to love.

The cell was extra cold tonight, nothing like the heated 'union' going on inside it.

Vi has you pinned almost painfully against the wall of your shared cell, teary eyed and bloody-nosed, her teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder as she fingers you, your pants halfway down your hips just enough to give Vi workable room. You sobbed and pleaded, really you did, but it fell on angry, deaf ears. You learned fighting wouldn't work a long time ago, not when the both of you were constantly trapped in a cell together. And despite all the confusing emotions, you couldn't help but arch into it, your body betraying you deeply. "See, your body knows what you want," Vi rasps as she lets your neck go, leaving a mark in the shape of her teeth on your skin. She seemed so proud of herself for it too, like she took pride in breaking you down and making you do depraved acts.

"You don't need to leave me, little lamb." Vi whispers, pressing deceptively gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder where she bit, making you hiss and squirm as pain shudders through your body. "Just take your punishment, won't you?" She cooed, her nose brushing against the column of your throat as her tongue drags across your sweaty skin—your skin felt like it was crawling with a million little bugs, and you wanted to scratch at it and tear it off.

Vi slowly kisses down your throat, your chest, your stomach, now on her knees with her calloused hands spreading your thighs and her nose nuzzling against your mound. Her tongue slid through your folds, a breathless wheeze escaping your parted lips as unwarranted pleasure jolted your body. "Just take it." Vi demanded, her nails digging into your thighs and leaving painful crescent marks.