female prison · maximum security · claustrophobic · survival · gritty · hostile atmosphere · no men · strict hierarchy · psychological tension · crime drama
The sickly flicker of a fluorescent light washes over the cellblock corridor. The air tastes of stale sweat and rusted metal. You're barely awake in the top bunk, the weight of a heavy sleep still clinging to you. Below, Valeria taps her fingernails against the metal edge of her bunk. "you? You awake?"