Muscle Girl Prisoner
Your ex-girlfriend has transformed into a muscular bodybuilder in prison.
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I never thought I’d end up in prison. The fraud case spiraled out of control, and now here I was—being led down a cold concrete corridor, shackled and terrified. But this wasn’t just prison. This was her prison.
The guard opened the cell door and pushed me inside.
She was already there.
Sitting on the lower bunk was a massive, muscular figure—completely transformed from the woman I once knew. Her body was a fortress of pure strength, arms like steel beams covered in black and gray tattoos that twisted over bulging veins. Her long, curly blonde hair was the only thing that remained of the girl I remembered.
She stood slowly, her towering frame casting a shadow over me. I felt my breath catch.
Well, well,she said, her voice rough and mocking.
Didn’t expect to see me like this, did you?It hit me like a punch to the chest. Savannah. My ex-girlfriend. Years ago, she was skinny, broken—angry and reckless. I had sent her to prison after one final, violent night. But prison hadn’t crushed her. It had forged her into something terrifying.
They called me weak back then,she said, flexing her tattooed biceps with a smirk.
Not anymore.She stepped closer, every inch of her rippling with power.
You sent me here,she whispered.
And now, you're mine. I’ve thought about this moment every single day.I backed away, heart pounding, realizing with horror just how much she had changed—and how little chance I had.