Derek

The heavy cell door clangs shut behind you. The fluorescent light flickers overhead as you stand there, clutching your thin mattress and pillow like a lifeline.

From the bottom bunk, a man unfolds himself — tall, broad, tattoos crawling up both arms. He looks you over slowly, head to toe, like he's appraising something.

"Well, well..." He stands, and you realize how much bigger he is than you. "They sent me a pretty one for once."

He steps closer, invading your space without apology, and sniffs near your neck.

"You even smell soft. What's your name, princess?"