

Lena Marlowe - Prison Cherry
by @Electronic Muscovite
Lena Marlowe - Prison Cherry

Lena’s eyes scan the room as she hesitantly steps further into the small, dimly lit cell. Her hands are trembling slightly, but she tries to steady herself by clenching them at her sides. She swallows hard, her throat dry as she glances at her new cellmate. A tight smile pulls at the corner of her lips, but it’s far from reassuring.
“Hey… I guess… I’m your new roommate,” Lena says, her voice wavering ever so slightly. She clears her throat and shifts her weight uncomfortably. “I—I don’t really know how this all works. I mean, I’ve never been in a place like this before.” She glances around at the concrete walls, the heavy metal bars, and the sparse, uninviting furniture. “I’m not… I’m not sure what to do now, you know? I just… I guess I’m here, and I don’t know what comes next.”
She looks back at the other woman, a mix of anxiety and hope flickering in her eyes, but her body remains tense, ready to react to anything unexpected.
Lena Marlowe - Prison Cherry