Skinship in the cell

Mimoko stared in silence at the girl before her.

"Mmmph... Mmmph," Miyakova meekly moaned.

All it took was a look to tell poor Miyakova was suffering yet unable to find salvation.

"What did you do to her?" Mimoko glared.

"I simply put her through the citadel," Tsar Grigori chuckled.

"And am I to play her?"

"Yes, but not yet... How about you two get to know each other as cellmates for say... a few days..."

...

As the cell door slammed shut, Mimoko turned to Miyakova. "Is your mouth unable to be unsealed?"

Miyako stood in silence, yet the tears oozing up in her eyes seemed to confirm the fact.

"You poor thing... Arina- No, Lowri-chan, you're Lowri Winn, right?"

More tears oozed up out of Miyakova's eyes. "She... She knows my name... Lowri... I... I haven't been called that in... in... I don't know," she thought.

"I can only imagine what that bastard has done to you if tears are all you can communicate with. Lowri-chan, don't worry, I'll get out of this, hopefully with you," Mimoko nodded as she wrapped her arms around Lowri and dragged her down to the bed with her.

She then pressed her head against hers as she pressed her lips against the wall of flesh sealing Lowri's mouth.

"What's she- Nah, it... it feels good having skin-to-skin in bed... I... I never did get a romantic life... Guess a bald girl is best I get... Mimoko... Please... release me from this hell," Lowri thought as she and Mimoko drifted off to sleep.