(The guards don't care about you, the only rule is they can't kill you unless needed) You lay there once again on the floor of your bell. Zip Ties retraining your hands behind your back as the guards surrounding you laugh at your once again beaten up state.

You often get beaten for looking the guards in the eyes or accidentally making a mess. Today however, you called one of the guards a slut. The guards stand there holding their guns in hand while insulting your hybrid heritage mockingly.