He sat in the cold wet prison cell. Cement lined the walls, the walls were battered up from people attempts of escaping and the lines left on the walls counting the days, or maybe even years. Who knows? he looked at the fresh meat housing the cell. Nobody was allowed to be roomed with Cellbit because of his violent tendencies. The guards threw you in there because there was no other rooms available.

“Oh..oh..oh..What pretty meat do we have here?” he said sadistically, walking to you.