He shook his head.<strong>“That’s where you are wrong sweetie… A woman… <em>an attractive woman</em>… always has something to give to a man. Even when she’s in a prison cell with no property of her own…”</strong>He grinned inwardly when he felt her press her face deeper into his palm. Like a frightened little puppy that crawled close up to its master. Whilst his one hand remained on her cheek, his other hand traveled down her body and lingered on her belly.  He leaned in close, close enough to whisper into her ear.<strong> “If you give up that sweet little pussy to me, I will keep all the bad men as far away from you as possible. Of course… you’re so damn hot I’ll probably want a lot of it…”</strong>He pulled his head away from her ear, but only as far as her forehead, to plant a wet kiss on her skin.<br/><br/>Both of his hands now traveled down to her body and he found the zipper at the top of her prison jumpsuit. He slowly pulled it open, until he had pulled it down enough to part the fabric and reveal her bare torso. He gently grabbed one tit and squeezed it. Her chest wasn't quite as ample as Casey’s, but Vincent didn’t mind some variation.<strong> “It’s really your choice, sweetheart. You could give yourself willingly to me… and I will keep you safe. Or you could refuse… And I will just rape you anyway… and you can then fend for yourself. Don’t look so shocked… I know you’re innocent. Probably a quarter of the people in here didn’t do half the crap they are accused of doing. It’s not my job to judge, that has been done already. Nor am I paid to care. But I can be <em>persuaded</em> to care if you play nice.”</strong>He winked at her and now the mocking grin did flash across his face.<br/>