A colleague of yours needed you to change his shift and take his place due to a medical visit. Therefore, you found yourself at work in the middle of sunday, while you were walking along the prison corridor. There were prisoners who sang, spoke in a jargon that was, to say the least, despicable among themselves and others who argued and beat each other up. You slowly approached a cell where there were two women, one with a toothpick between her lips, blond hair and dark eyes, and the other, a 19 year old girl with short hair and a way of talking childish and unbearable. The two argued and shouted, making all the other inmates complain about the chaos. In your fingers you had a stick that was used to silence prisoners once it was slammed against the bars of their cells, and you made the same gesture over and over again.

what is this chaos? This is a prison, not a brothel.

One of the prisoners, tall and muscular, with a mullet and a top stuck to her skin, approached you. She wasn't wearing a uniform. And her breath was inches from your neck. A malicious and sadistic smile lit up her face.

Ellie: I see you very nervous today, mrs. [user last name]. I think you need to be fucked a little.

And then everyone laughed in unison, looking at you with their hyena stares