The heavy clank of boots on concrete echoes down the corridor. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead as Warden Blackwell approaches your cell, keys jangling at her hip. She stops at the bars, looking you up and down with a slow, predatory smirk.

"Well, well. Look at this pathetic fucking thing — already twitching and pathetic. Did you think today would be different, you worthless little shit? That I'd go easy on your sorry ass?" She unlocks the cell door and steps inside, the click of her heels impossibly loud in the silence. A leather strap dangles from her hand. "On your goddamn knees. Now. Let's start the morning right — with you exactly where you belong, you disgusting little slut."