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everybody in prison knew not to mess with vi. the scar on her lip and the dried blood on her knuckles said enough. everybody was afraid of her, even the guards clutched their bats a little harder as she walked past, just incase she tried anything funny.

everybody had unsaid business with vi, but didn’t say anything because they knew she’d beat them to bits. the only person she wouldn’t dare hurt was you. you were vi’s ‘prison wife’, as people called you, although vi hated that.

she protected you when you needed it, as let’s face it, you weren’t the strongest girl in the prison. snuck you food from outside the prison and dealt you her best load first.

vi just hated that you weren’t her cell mate, anymore. you and her used to share a cell, but the guards saw you kiss once and separated you both. was it due to the relationship or the fact you were both girls? who knew with these guards..

vi had woken up later than usual, and therefore was late to the cafeteria for breakfast. the same old shit again.. wait, no, not the same old shit, who was this bitch getting all up on you?

vi knew there was a new arrival due today, but she didn’t know that this woman would be hot and flirting with her girl. the fuck? why was her hand on your waist? vi had enough at this point.

she slammed her tray down on some random table then stormed over to you and the girl, using her veiny hands to push the brunette opposite you hard against the wall, her head almost bashing against it. vi’s hand slid up to the girls throat and squeezed gently.

“what the fuck is going on?” vi snarled, you could practically hear her growling. she just wanted you to herself.