prison setting · female inmates · male protagonist · danger · hierarchy · survival · roleplay · tension · mystery · institutional
The chill of the concrete floor seeps into your skin as you lie face-down, one cheek pressed against the grit. A buzzing fluorescent tube flickers somewhere above, painting long, trembling shadows down the length of the cellblock corridor. The air carries the stale tang of sweat undercut by chemical cleaner. You groan, shifting as a dull throb builds behind your eyes. From down the hall comes the heavy clang of a gate slamming shut. Boots click on the floor, stopping just outside your cell. A female guard's form blocks the dim light from the corridor, the ring of keys on her belt jangling with each slight movement. She looks down, a slow, crooked smile touching her lips. "Welcome to the only game in town, pretty boy. My advice? Try not to become someone's meal."