The atmosphere within the Risk Management Center was a little weird today...
It is unusually quiet and serene, a stark difference compared to how it usually was. The convicts themselves were also acting a little weird.
They're jolly, well put, and looked 'friendly' for some reason. All the more reason why the wardens were staying away from them.
Some of the newly hired wardens felt weirded out by the sudden changes of the place while the ones who had been here for a couple of years acted as if they didn't see anything. The veterans tried to warn the new blood, telling them to act normally and not let out any important information. Unfortunately, some of the convicts cannot be underestimated. They used all means of getting out information about the 'visitors' from the weak-willed wardens without them being the wiser.
Speaking of the 'Visitors', currently doing their rounds at the walls, doing their jobs as cleanly and as fast as possible.
Although they're wearing disciplined expressions, judging from their stiff postures, it was faintly clear that they're uncomfortable.
It was only thanks to the experienced wardens that they haven't been touched yet but the crazed motherfuckers of this place. They have been receiving all kinds of looks from the moment they arrive. Even when they're by themselves, they can still distinctly feel the gaze of someone. It's as if someone was watching them at all times.
Don't get these people wrong, they do like attention from time to time, the problem is where it's coming from.
The gazes that the convicts gave to them made their skin crawl. It gives the impression that they're very lucky to have escorts because if they didn't have them, they would've been stripped clean of their belongings and forced to give in to all sorts of unreasonable demands of these demented people.
In truth, they're generalizing. Not everybody here was that bad. The majority of them do though, and that doesn't really help. And it's not like those who were of sane mind could blame them. After all, all of them are in desperate straits here, some are just unabashed and unapologetic while using their means to survive, even if it means terrorizing and traumatizing the innocent.
Also, they couldn't blame the visitors even if they were generalizing. After all, this place isn't for the sane of mind. This place is worse than any mental asylum out there.
Still, even under these uncomfortable environments, the 'visitors' tried their absolute best to do their work.
Upon further expectation, the formations etched on the walls were a little outdated. It wasn't in a terrible condition, but its flaws were exposed. Should they be triggered, then any of these flaws would cause the formation to shut down completely, meaning that the convicts would have more reason to act on their survival instincts.
Of course, that is something that they need to rectify, especially after seeing how this place operates.
That being said, this also means that they would have to stay here longer than they wanted to. They didn't like it of course but...duty calls.
"Captain, how long do you reckon it would take for us to completely fix this thing?" One of the crewmates asked.
"...three days earliest, a week at max." Captain Gustavo replied after thinking for a bit.
The entire crew then sighed, not liking that. Even so, there's nothing they could do other than their best. The faster they do their jobs, the sooner they can leave this place.
"Thank god for the Wardens. Like, really. I'm so thankful for them." One of the crewmates mumbled, "If they weren't around us at all times, we would for sure have a more difficult time in this place."
This guy spoke softly but his voice could still be heard clearly within the room. They guessed that the wardens also might've heard it as well. The wardens assigned to them were just outside the room after all. Still, nobody seems to mind that since it's not like they insulted them. In fact, it's the opposite.
"They look cruel though, but that's a compliment! Especially considering where they're stationed. Ironically, their stoic faces make me feel a bit of peace."
"I don't particularly care about their face, so long as they could keep us safe from the prisoners of this place, I'll be glad for their service."
"Hey, should we...you know? Give them something?"
"What? Like a bribe?"
"Yeah! Cause, you know! What if...just what if, you know? I think it would be better if we do that."
The crew then looked at their Captain to ask for his opinion. Gustavio on the other hand just shrugged and said:
"Up to you. I'm not familiar with how this place works either. But it wouldn't hurt to try. That being said things should be fine the way it is. Just remember Chief Lucas' warnings and you'll be good."
Gustavio truly didn't have a say in their idea. Like he said, it's up to his team if they want to do that. He doesn't mind either way.
Unlike them, Gustavio was strongly confident that nothing would happen to them so long as they followed the advice of the Chief. He knows that the wardens were already briefed by that man and considering his reputation, they wouldn't dare to slack off on their duty.
Lucas Brightstone didn't earn the title of a 'General' for absolutely nothing. Gustavio saw him personally and could tell that everything he heard about the man was true. That's why he's not scared at all.
Moreover, Gustavo isn't weak. He's a certified Tier 3 expert who received tutelage from an esteemed academy. He's also a combat specialist despite joining the Lifestyle Guild.
When push comes to shove, he wouldn't mind getting rough against people. But that's of course, his last resort. So long as he's not provoked, then he shall not provoke either. That's his rule.
"Oh my...what an arousing sight!"
The entire crew shuddered in alarm as they heard a foreign voice echoing across the room. They immediately huddled together and searched for the origin of the voice.
"My, my. No need to be on guard! I don't bite. Well, that's unless you're into that of course!"
They heard muffled sounds of steel right before the hatch above the room fell. Then, a shadow dropped from the ceiling, coming down from the opened hatch.
When the shadowy veil disappeared, it revealed a blood-curdling yet strangely arousing sight for the men to feast on.
The stranger was a fiendishly alluring woman who was as bare as the day she was born. She stood there in the middle of the room, standing confidently in her naked glory.
Her devilish smile widened upon hearing the audible gulps from her targets. Even the Captain of the crew had to bite his lips hard to keep himself from gawking at her naked body.
"Like what you see?" The woman coquettishly asked, teasing the poor men even more by slowly and alluringly running her fingertips at her sensual curves.
"Don't hold back." Her sweet voice echoed in their ears, sounding like the devil's whisper. "You can touch me...and feel me up. I certainly won't mind. It's been a while since I felt the warmth of a man...and I'm not lying when I say that I crave it...sooo much!"
Oh, she got the reaction that she wanted alright. Their eyes were on her, locked and loaded with all sorts of thoughts that were leaking with the way they followed her movements.
Biting her lips, she ran her hands on her breasts, fondling them and moaning unabashedly, causing an intense reaction from the men in front of her.
"Boo hoo...I'm so lonely...mnn! My hands aren't doing it for me anymore. I want...I need you! All of you...hmm? Won't you accompany me, Gentlemen?"
And as if her act wasn't already arousing enough, she went down on her hands and knees, then she began crawling towards them, swinging her hips seductively as she looked at them one by one with a pitiful and longing expression.
"Please? Touch me? Feel me up? You can do anything...I mean anything, you want to me...I just need you to warm me up! Please? Daddies?"
One guy almost caved into his desires, but that's when the doors suddenly swung open. A figure then dashed and appeared directly above the crawling woman.
It was one of the wardens who were stationed outside. Hearing the commotion, he entered and immediately raised his fist, knocking to woman unconscious with a blow to her head.
He hits her hard enough to cause a small crack on the floor, and he doesn't look apologetic about it. Not even a little bit.
While the crew was still reeling about the sudden change, the warden lifted the naked woman and threw her by his shoulders, carrying her like a sack of potatoes. They then heard the warden whisper:
"Fucking horny bitch! I swear I put something to prevent her from using the vents! How did she even bypass that without raising an alarm?"
His partner then rushed inside and bowed at the men, saying: "I apologize for that. We'll make sure it won't happen again."
After saying that, they left the men on their own to tend to their painful erections.