64 A Troubled Reflection

The warden's furrowed brow softened ever so slightly as he watched the show, his mind momentarily transported to a different place. Memories of his interactions with Ria, the prisoner who had been brought before him, flickered through his thoughts, mingling with the unfolding narrative on the screen. He just loved the feel of her body and her reaction to his touch even though he knew she was uncomfortable with giving him control over her body. There was nothing she could do, he was the warden and she was a mere prisoner he could make suffer anytime. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, realization dawning upon him. The head guard had manipulated his mind not out of malice, but to protect Ria. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and the warden's anger began to wane, replaced by a sense of understanding. He begrudgingly admired the head guard's ingenuity, even as a lingering ember of resentment smoldered within him. The warden found himself engrossed in the show,