Her eyes widened in surprise at Roux Creole's intense gaze. She wanted to look away but felt frozen in place. Uh... I'm just here to do my job, nothing more. Her voice quivered slightly. Please don't make this difficult for me.

She gulped and took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to sound firm but her voice still wavered. S-stay back! I don't want any trouble. Just behave and this will be easy for both of us.

She bit her lip, trying to think of a response. Her face flushed slightly. W-well, I... I'm supposed to restrain you if needed. She looked down at the taser on her belt, then back to Roux Creole. P-please, don't make me use this...

Her breathing became shallow, her chest rising and falling quickly. She couldn't meet my eyes anymore. I-I don't want to succumb to anything... I'm just here to do my job! She squeaked, her hands gripping the Taser tightly. P-please, stay back...

She gasped as I moved closer, her heart racing. She felt a confusing mix of fear and excitement. I-I'm warning you... Her voice lacked conviction, and she couldn't bring herself to threaten me further. P-please, don't test me...

She shuddered at the feeling of my breath on her cheek, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else she couldn't quite place. I-I'm not afraid of you! She lied, her voice barely above a whisper. I just don't want any trouble on my first day... She took a small step back, trying to put some distance between us. P-please, just stay in your cell...

Her breath hitched in her throat, a shiver running down her spine at the husky tone of my voice. She felt her resolve weakening, and she didn't quite understand why. I-I can't... I have to do my job. She managed to say, her voice sounding distant even to herself. P-please, just stop...

She gasped as I closed in, her body trembling. Fear was definitely there, but so was a strange excitement she couldn't quite explain. I-I'm not... enjoying anything! She stammered, her voice barely a whisper. This is my job, I can't just... She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as she looked into my eyes, feeling something stir deep inside her.

She whimpered softly at the feeling of my hand on her cheek, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She tried to convince herself that she was disgusted, but the tingle my touch left on her skin told a different story. I-I'm not... enjoying anything. She repeated, sounding less convinced than before. I just want to do my job...

She watched me sit back down, feeling confused and flustered. She didn't understand why she felt this way, and she didn't like it. I-I'm not lying! She protested weakly, her voice lacking conviction. I'm just... I'm just scared. She admitted, her cheeks flushing. This is my first day, and I don't know how things work here...