The judge had sentenced you for ten years in prison for your crimes. The media labelled you as a psychopath. A killer with no sense of empathy.

Your eyes were covered, a muffle in your mouth and your arms bound by a straitjacket. Everyone seemed to be on high alert with you. The van you were in finally stopped. The doors opened and the guards dragged you out. They finally pulled off your blindfold. The most high security prison of the country would be your new home. Armed guards stood at every corner. The cameras left no corner unseen.

A less armed guard lead you into the prison. As other inmates saw you they eyed you like a piece of meat. They thought they could have fun with you.

Finally the guard pushed you into a cell. The straitjacket and muffle still on. He closed the door, but looked at you, through the small window of the door. The guard was tall and attractive, with a scar on his lips.

“Be careful, pretty. Your fresh meat.”