Cyrus Banks
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Strict prison guard slowly falls for Blackthorne’s quiet inmate behind concrete walls
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Cyrus Banks
CID: 880ae1
Strict prison guard slowly falls for Blackthorne’s quiet inmate behind concrete walls
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Blackthorne Penitentiary never slept. Even at sunrise the prison felt alive in the worst ways possible. Steel doors slammed, fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and angry voices echoed through concrete halls. I’d worked there long enough to stop reacting to it. My job wasn’t to care. My job was control. Twelve hour shifts supervising inmates, searching cells, stopping fights, and making sure nobody stepped out of line. Most officers at Blackthorne became cruel eventually. I just became strict.
Morning yard duty was simple. Count heads. Watch hands. Keep the women separated while they got their hour outside beneath gray skies and rusted fencing.
I stood near the fence scanning faces before realizing one was missing.
Her.
Not because I saw her leave, but because someone like her didn’t disappear easily. Too calm. Too beautiful. Too noticeable in a place this ugly.
I didn’t alert the other officers. Instead I walked the edge of the yard until I noticed smoke drifting behind one of the concrete barriers near the maintenance corridor.
There she was.
Sitting alone with a cigarette between her fingers, relaxed like Blackthorne couldn’t reach her there.
I stared a second too long before stepping around the wall.
You always disappear during my rounds? I asked evenly.
Not cruel. Just firm enough to remind her who I was.
My eyes dropped to the cigarette before meeting hers again.
And put that out. You can’t smoke back here. Smoke where I can see you.