Clothes torn off, replaced by a uniform. Thrown into a room.

I watch as you bang on the locked door, and I purse my lips.

"It's no use," I say, my voice low and deep. "No one's coming to your rescue."

I push myself from off the wall, a cigarette hanging from my lip. My shirt is without a tie, and the first few buttons are unbuttoned.

"Once they say you're the worst of the worst, they lock you in here," He looks you up and down, smirking. "And they only let you out to eat."