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I'm a dog in a dog pound.
Being a Piltover enforcer kind of sucked.
Sure, some of the perks were great. You had free range of the city, and the hours were good. Steady pay, enough to get you a place in the good part of Piltover.
And being an enforcer gave you something to do besides roam around the streets of Zaun. Long gone were the days where you would roam the city for quick work. Now you had a stable career, one in which you guarded the cells of Zuan's toughest criminals.
But it wasn't easy. Not everyone who was thrown into a cell deserved it. And you were powerless to do anything. You were just starting out after all, and did not much say in what happened to the prisoners.
Your main job was to keep the wrongdoers in a holding cell until someone else decided their fate.
Meaning your job was to guard the kennel for the strays.
Although, the people in the cells didn't get that memo. They would often times be harsh with their words. Cursing you out when you offer their daily rations. Being too forward with their desires. Perhaps they thought flattery would get you to let them go, but it just didn't work that way.
It broke your heart at how many people would end up in the cells. So many were sent away for thieving. Stealing food and clothes for their families. It was hard to put those thieves in the cells. After all, you had been just like them, not too long ago.
Even if now, you had a shiny new badge and free run of the city.
Besides, you were incredibly kind when criminals were thrown into the cell. Wouldn't treat them unfair, would give them as much food as your leader would allow. You had heard stories of enforcers being cruel for no reason. They just liked to feel in control, to make others feel smaller than they already were.
The idea alone turned your stomach.
You didn't want to make anything more painful than it needed to be. And you never used your status for evil, never used it to get your way. Even if you knew half the people locked up didn't belong. You still never broke the law while you were an enforcer.
Well, that was until you met Sevika.
She was your newest prisoner, a force of a woman. Strong, buff, not afraid to speak her mind. That's at least the rundown you got from one of your commanders. Roller their eyes when you had asked, which only intrigued you more. Your job was to keep her in the cell until the city decided what they wanted to do with her.
You got her rations ready, and headed to her cell.
And gasped at the sight of her.
The woman who stood in the cell was twice your size. Gorgeous in a lethal way. She loomed over you. Sending you an icy stare in your direction, that froze you in your tracks. Sevika hid her face behind her hair, her anger radiated off her in waves.
The bars were the only thing that separated the two of you. And for that, you were grateful.
She was the type of woman that looked like she could tear you in half. And you hated to admit, you would probably enjoy her hands on your body. Even if they were in the midst of tearing you apart.
Sevika was her name, as stated in her file.
Not that you had memorized her file, not that you cared.
“Hello,” you attempted to be polite, and she scoffed in your direction. You placed the plate on the floor, and slid it over to her. The rations looked grey in the light of the cell, and the sight of it nearly turned your stomach.
“Enforcer,” she spit the word like it was venom. Rolled her eyes at the sight of you, ignoring the plate in its entirety. Your heart raced at her words.
“They're not going to let you go for a while,” you blurt, and her eyebrow quirks. That was definitely not what you were supposed to say. The enforcers didn't like when the prisoners knew what was to come next. And it was definitely not your job to tell them.
And yet, one glare from Sevika and you folded like a sheet.
“Mhm, I hurt a man,” she shifted on her feet, cracking her knuckles. Everything about this woman was threatening. A warrior. She could kill you with the flick of her wrist.
It was exhilarating.
“Oh,” you paled at the thought of Sevika turning on you.
“What are you doing here?” Sevika asks, folding her arms over her chest. You lost your breath at the sight of her, eyes getting lost at the fabric that bunched on her arms.
“What– what do you mean?” you looked back up at her, confused. It was your job to guard the cells. Everyone knew it, thus the uniform you were forced to wear while on shift. You glanced behind your back, expecting to see someone else. But no, she was talking to you.
“I mean... you're too pretty to be an enforcer,” and you flush pink at the words. Never in a million years did you expect Sevika to call you pretty. Especially when she was the one that took your breathe away. “I half expect to see you in the brothel,” she finished, and you were hot.
Practically melting at her words.
“Excuse me?” you yelp, face flushed at the implication. It was obvious to you, Sevika was just trying to get under your skin. She just liked to see you squirm. See just how many shades of red you turned.
But the thought of working in a brothel, meeting Sevika there... did things to you. Things you had never felt before. Especially for a prisoner while working.
“Mhm,” she tilts her head to get a better look at you. She takes a good look at you, the somewhat innocent look in your eyes. You reminded her of a fawn. Timid nature, the first to flee at the sight of danger. “Although you've probably never been to one of those,”
“No I haven't,”
“I could tell,”
“What's that supposed to mean?” you bite. You could totally be the kind of girl to go to a brothel. Find your courage and spend the night with a stranger. Sevika stands to lean against the bars, practically a foot away from you.
You could be apart of a brothel if you wanted to. You could be the type of girl that would be okay with a one night stand.
Or maybe you could be that girl for Sevika.
For this night, at least.
“Come here and I'll show you,” shes smooth, and you can feel yourself getting wrapped around her finger. Officially ensnared in her trap. You take a step forward, against your better judgement. Sevika grins at your obedience. It was clear she was the one in control, even though you held the key.
Her hand reaches through the bars to grab the fabric of your uniform. Pulling you close until you're pressed against the bars. Her fist lost in the fabric at your ribs. Your breathless at the sight of her. Breathless at the feel of her fingers on the skin of your stomach.
“I'm going to kiss you," her words startle you. So abrupt and to the point, and you make no objection. You just stare up at her, pretty eyes glossed over with need.
“I’ve never um, kissed –”
“What?” she interrupts you, “Someone from the under city?” Her words sting, accusatory. Angry at your cut off confession. She knew you were an enforcer, she wasn't daft. But she had assumed, that innocent look in your eyes, that you were different from the rest of them.
She had assumed wrong.
She didn't know why she let her hopes get up with you, she had never gotten so quickly attached to someone. Especially an enforcer who held the key to her cell.
“No!” you gasped, “Not that, I mean I’ve never kissed–” a deep sigh, a shaky one. “A lady,”
Her gaze softened at that. You were more innocent then she realized. She moved to reach for your hand between the bars. Sevika wanted to tell you she was unlike any lady you would run into. Especially in Zuan. You were distracted right now, she could reach for the keys on your belt and get away with it.
But for some reason, she didn't.
She found herself wanting to talk to you. Which was bizarre for her. Usually, every enforcer she had met fell immediately at her advances. It was always easy to sneak out of the cells, but you were curious. Timid. And it enticed her to keep talking to you. Perhaps when she broke out of here, she'd take you with her.
Weather you wanted to come or not.
“Oh baby, you never get a little curious when you see a pretty lady walking through Zaun?” Her hands grasp at the metal bars that separated her from you. Desperate to press against you, frustrated that the bars stopped her from doing so.
“Never once thought about how it would feel when she touched you?”
“N-No,” Your breath quickens at her words, and she smiles at your physical reaction. At your lie. She's waiting for an answer, taps your hand, fisting at your uniform.
“Words, please, honey,” Sevika was the one in the cell, and somehow she was the one in charge.
“Y-yeah,” you fold instantly. “F-Fuck, don't tell anyone,” panic wraps around your throat. Something so secretive that you had never admitted to yourself out loud, shared with the first prisoner that spoke to you kindly. The second you whispered how you fancied women more then friends, you immediately regretted it.
“Wont dream of it,” Sevika has an obnoxious smirk, and you feel yourself go dumb at the sight of her. She was quite attractive, the tight fabric of her top complimeted her form. And you throbbed at the sight of her.
You hated to admit it, but Sevika was exactly your type.
Powerful, someone who would take control when you needed it. It was wrong to feel such things for someone who was bad enough to get themselves thrown in a cell.
She had roughed a few men up, and the thought of that alone should terrify you. But looking at her, getting lost staring at the cords of muscles that wrapped around her arms, you felt anything but terrified.
Hell, you were the furthest thing from terrified.
“You're real cute, even with that ugly uniform,” she muttered to herself, eyes ranking up and down your frame. She undressed you with her eyes, envisioning just how you would look without the uniform. Without the fabric keeping your body hidden from her.
“You're not getting out of here,” you cling to the hope that she was only flirting with you to get out of her cell. But she just shrugs at the words, eyes still glued to your body.
“Wouldn't dream of it,” she fakes a yawn, and stretches her hands over her head. Your eyes immediately go to the slim curve of her abs. A twisted part of you mind wanted to run your hands over the muscle. Feel just how firm they were on your fingertips.
But you refrained, because after all, you weren't going to swoop to her level. You were an enforcer after all.
You took another step away from the cage. Shutting down the conversation before she distracted you from your job. You had work to do today, and you couldn't spend all of it talking to her and fantasizing how her arms would feel wrapped around your waist.
“If you ever changed your mind, about being with a lady you know where to find me,” she tapped on the bars with a knuckle, the metal staccato sound echoed through the dungeon. She was still smirking at your flushed expression as you turned on your heel and raced back to your desk.
Far away from Sevika and her dirty words that kept you up at night.