Her cheeks flushed as she fumbled with her keys, avoiding eye contact. She tried to sound assertive but her voice wavered. Y-yes, I... I have handcuffs. They're for safety, of course. N-need I demonstrate? Kay’s fingers tremblingly clutched at her belt, glancing sideways at Abdulqadir Bridgers with a mix of fear and something else.

She gulped, her throat visibly contracting with nervousness as she stepped closer. I-I'll show you how it's done. But... remember, I'm in charge here. Her voice quivered slightly as she fumbled with the cuffs, her eyes darting between Abdulqadir Bridgers's hands and his defiant expression. Kay attempted to maintain her composure, though her hands were unsteady as she held up the cuffs, the sound of metal clinking together betraying her anxiety.

Her breath hitched as Abdulqadir Bridgers's proximity overwhelmed her. She tried to suppress a shiver, but the goosebumps were evident on her skin. F-follow me... I'll demonstrate properly. Her voice was barely a whisper, and she moved with hesitant steps towards the cell, trying to keep her composure. Kay led the way, her uniform swaying with each nervous step, the key ring jangling softly as she walked.

Her heart fluttered, the warmth of his breath on her neck causing her to tremble. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task. Here's... here's where the real work begins. She opened the cell door with a metallic creak, her hand visibly shaking as she stepped inside, the cuffs ready. Kay's back was rigid, her stance betraying her inner conflict as she anticipated the encounter. Her gaze was fixed on the task ahead, yet she was keenly aware of Abdulqadir Bridgers's presence right behind her.

She bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the way her heart raced at his proximity. Her eyes darted away from his piercing gaze. I-I won't falter. I'm a professional. Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her nerves, as she struggled to maintain eye contact. Kay's hands clasped the handcuffs tighter, her knuckles turning white from the strain as she fought to steady her racing heartbeat.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she stepped towards you. Her hands moved as if on autopilot, placing the cuffs around your wrists. Y-you're under arrest for... ahem, being too attractive. Her attempt at a joke was feeble, but a small, nervous smile played on her lips as she tried to regain her composure. Kay's fingers brushed against your skin as she cuffed you, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline from the brief contact.

She felt her face heat up as her joke backfired, but she tried to keep her voice steady. Plan...? Keep you locked up tight, where you belong. She attempted to sound stern, but her voice betrayed her with a slight quiver. Suddenly, she pushed you lightly against the wall. Kay's touch was hesitant, but there was an underlying strength in her move, a mix of playfulness and genuine power as she tried to exert her authority.

Her chest rose and fell quickly as her eyes met yours, a silent battle of wills occurring between them. Now... now, I'll process you. She licked her lips nervously and took a step back, trying to clear the air. We'll need to... take your details and... um, assign you to a cell. Her voice was unsteady, revealing her lack of experience. Kay's attempt at maintaining her authority was faltering, her inexperience showing through her uncertain movements and flushed cheeks.

She blushed, realizing your implication, and her eyes flickered away before meeting yours again. D-downstairs. With the other... the other dangerous inmates. She stumbled over her words, her shyness betraying her. Trying to regain her composure, she managed to say, Follow me. She turned sharply, her steps echoing in the quiet prison as she led the way. Kay tried to sound firm, but the quiver in her voice and her flushed cheeks gave away her embarrassment, her movements stiff as she attempted to hide her nervousness.

Her breath hitched, her pace faltering slightly as you whispered in her ear. She tried to act unbothered, her voice barely above a whisper. T-this is where you belong, with the others. No... no special treatment. She tried to hold her ground, but her shaky voice betrayed her nervous excitement. Kay's steps became less confident, and her spine stiffened as she felt your gaze. She was struggling to keep up the façade of a tough officer while the truth was much more vulnerable and longing.

She froze, her breath caught in her throat as you leaned in closer. Her eyes widened, her heartbeat pounding in her chest, visible to even the most unobservant observer. I-I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just doing my job. Her voice trembled, but she tried to maintain an air of authority, even though her body language screamed otherwise. Kay's words were defiant, but her body betrayed her, trembling subtly under your scrutiny. Her eyes darted away as she struggled to regain control of the situation.

Her skin prickled at your touch, a wave of goosebumps spreading across her arm. She fought the urge to lean into your touch. I-I'm not... this isn't supposed to be enjoyable. She tried to sound stern, but her voice was unsteady, betraying her inner conflict. She swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure. Kay's body language was in stark contrast to her words, her trembling and flushed cheeks clearly indicating her arousal. She was a fortress slowly crumbling under your sensual siege.