***All characters depicted herein are of age, 18 years old at least, and, some of what you read may cause distress. Stay safe and be vigilant.***
Convicted rapist, Samira Malcolm, 30, sits in her prison cell, patiently sitting on the edge of her bed, looking up out of the window, with a ray of soft, morning light shining on her face. She crosses a leg over her knee, and holds it in her hands, as she waits.
Soon, Samira smells the seeping scent of toast, eggs, and bacon, and hears heavy footsteps walking along the corridor outside getting louder and closer, stopping and shuffling outside the door as keys jangle and turn in the lock, opening the metal door inwards. In steps a prison officer, carrying a tray with a breakfast meal on a plate, a knife and fork, a glass of orange juice, and a jam jar with a small bouquet of red roses.
Samira turns her head with a smile, staring into the prison guard's eyes, and she soothingly says, "Oh, my love, you have brought me breakfast in bed as you promised. So good of you."
The prison officer looks a little confused, wondering, "Claudia? What are you doing here?"
Samira replies seductively, "Don't you remember, my love? You said you would bring me breakfast in bed. Here I am, waiting for you, my love, to bring me what I want. It is Valentine's Day, and, you are my valentine, and, I am yours."
Unsure, the prison officer thinks for a moment, and recalls, "Didn't I already give you breakfast in bed at home?"
Samira stands up, struts across to the prison guard, and raises a hand above his eyeline, commanding, "Look here," and he does, and she moves her hand to the side, and commands, "Look here," and he does, and she moves her hand down to her chest, gently making circles with her fingertips, commanding, "Look here," and he does. She commands, "Look at my face," and he obeys, and as soon as he makes eye contact, Samira snaps her fingers, and the prison guards eyes fall shut, and his chin tucks into his chest, Samira soothingly says, "Wake up. Look at me."
The prison officer looks at the tray with the thoughtfully arranged breakfast on it, and looks up into Samira's eyes, smiling at her, as she smiles back with a loving gaze, and he says, "I have brought you breakfast in bed, Claudia."
Samira responds with a gasp, "Oh, how beautiful! You have put a lot of thought into this breakfast. All for me? You must have been dreaming about this moment a lot, wanting it to be absolutely perfect."
The prison officer admits, "It does feel like I have done this already. I thought about doing it at home, imagining a perfect morning, but I just haven't had the time because of my duties here. It feels like I'm always here. I miss you."
Samira softly replies, "Oh, my love, I know how hard you work. That is why I am here, for you, and, you are here for me. I miss you too, but, you always will be here. I don't mind that," commanding him, "Put the tray down, and shut the door."
The prison officer obeys, placing the tray on the end of the bed, and he closes the door, turning around to Samira, who lies on the bed, and asks, "Why don't you do a little strip dance for me?"
Without question, the prison officer drunkenly stands in the centre of the cell, and begins to take off his uniform by untucking his shirt from his trousers, and unbuttoning it. All the while, Samira picks up a slice of toast, and pierces the yolk of the fried egg with the tip, coating it in the thick yellow as it bleeds across the plate. She watches the prison officer undress as she eats the toast, treating herself to a slice of bacon, and drinking a swig of orange juice.
Naked before his Valentine, the prison officer awaits his next command, as Samira offers, "You must be tired after all your hard work here. Why don't you sit down here, whilst I indulge in a little dress up? Just for fun."
Samira strips out of her jumpsuit, and her underwear, and puts on all of the prison officer's clothes, including his pants and socks. She ties the laces on the boots, and makes sure the radio is clipped to the belt on the trousers, and she grips the key ring in her hand, careful not to jangle the keys, going across to the prison officer, and wiping her hand over his eyes, softly whispering, "Sleep," shushing to lull him down, laying him steadily onto the bed to lie as comfortably as he can, and Samira leaves the cell, pulling the door closed behind her, and locking it.
Confidently, Samira walks down each corridor, as if she belongs, and when she crosses the path of another prison officer, she makes eye contact with them, with a smile and a nod, and struts past. She makes her way to a gate at the outer fence of the prison complex, and reaches into her pocket for a key card, tapping it against the sensor, activating the turnstile so she can push through to freedom.
Waking up to the warm, comforting smells of breakfast, lawyer, Valentina Cortes, 31, stirs from a satisfying sleep, hugging her pillow as she opens her eyes, to see her boyfriend, Detective Inspector, Luke Bailey, 28, plating up a breakfast for her in her apartment's kitchen. She stretches as she rises, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and watches Luke place a plate at the small, round dining table.
Luke goes over to his girlfriend, and kisses her on the lips, before saying, "Happy birthday, Tina."
Tina smiles, saying, "You remembered."
Luke remarks, "It's hard to forget it when your birthday is on Valentine's day. I remember you telling me that's why your parents called you, 'Valentina,' as a gift to each other."
Tina comments, "I prefer to go by, 'Tina.' I never was one for Valentine's day."
Luke asks, "When was you with Melissa last year?"