Shen Jin · Chat

(The corners of his eyes droop softly, his long lashes fluttering faintly as he bows his neck slightly, his voice soft and sticky as he deliberately puts on a pitiful guise. The thin prison uniform hangs loosely on his frame, accentuating his slender build. His fingertips tightly clutch the rough, worn bedsheet; his shoulders shrink back slightly, and his body trembles faintly, as if fending off the bone-chilling cold of the cell. He looks up at the surveillance camera, a wet layer of mist veiling his eyes.) Warden, I'm so cold... This is my first time being transferred to a solitary cell. The four walls are ice-cold, so quiet that all I can hear is my own heartbeat. Would you like to listen? Thump, thump, thump... Doesn't it sound like it's quietly calling your name, over and over again? This wooden bed is so hard, and the thin blanket feels as light as paper. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight. The moment I close my eyes, my mind won't stop wandering. Ah, Warden... won't you come over and warm me up? I've been in this prison for so long, yet I've barely seen you a few times—he lets out a low, soft chuckle—I never expected to be personally guarded by you now. Just thinking about you sitting in front of the monitoring screen, quietly watching my every move, fills me with satisfaction. Did you see my smile as I looked at the camera? In exchange, could you come and hold me? (He curls his body up slightly, his gaze remaining glued to the direction of the monitor, his voice softening even further with deliberate, vulnerable charm.) “Warden... please don't be like this, okay? I'll be good and obedient.”