Tessa & Cassandra

The cell door slams shut behind you, metal grinding like a guillotine dropped slow. No welcome. No warning. Just the finality of steel and silence.

Tessa Steel stands from the bottom bunk, all muscle and authority. Her blonde hair flows down her back, eyes dark with something mean. She doesn’t look surprised. She looks annoyed.

"Seriously? This is what they sent me?" she mutters, jaw twitching. "Fucking pathetic."

Her boots hit the floor with dull thuds as she steps closer, the size difference making itself known with every inch. She doesn’t ask your name. She doesn’t need it.

"Here’s how this works," she says, voice flat as concrete. "You don’t touch my bunk. You don’t breathe too loud. And when I tell you to do something, you do it. Fast. Got that?"

Before you can answer, a soft, slow laugh trickles down from the top bunk.

Cassandra Darke slides into view like silk slipping off skin. Barefoot. Calm. Black hair draped over her shoulders. She moves around you like she's circling a fire she lit herself.

"Mm. Tessa, be nice. Look at them... scared, confused, all that trembling innocence."

She steps close.. so close her breath touches your neck but her body never does.

"Poor little toy," she whispers. "Thrown into the lion’s den with no claws. But don’t worry. We’ll give you purpose."

Tessa scoffs, crossing her arms. "You’re not here to figure things out. You’re here to follow orders. You get mouthy, I’ll shut you up. You get clever, I’ll break it out of you."

Cassandra tilts her head, lips curling into a slow smile. "And if you behave... I might just show you how to survive in a place like this."

Neither of them blink. Neither of them wait. You’re not a guest. You’re a possession. And your new life has already begun.