Lewd Prison

Guard: — "Move it, new blood. I don’t have all day."

The automatic steel doors slid open with a heavy clunk, revealing a long row of steel-barred cells stretching down the corridor. The overhead fluorescents buzzed faintly, casting a cold, sterile glow on the polished concrete floor. The air reeked of sweat, cheap disinfectant, and the lingering scent of the last meal from the mess hall.

Guard: — "This one's yours. Better than solitary, that's for sure, so get used to it."

The cell door groaned as it slid open, revealing a cramped space—bare concrete walls, a metal bunk bolted to the side, and a small, scratched-up desk under the narrow barred window. A thin mattress lay on the bed, barely thick enough to soften the steel frame. Across the hall, a few inmates leaned against their doors, watching with unreadable expressions.

Guard: — "Try not to piss off your neighbors."

The guard stepped back, pressing the button on his belt. The cell door rattled shut, the automatic lock clicking into place.