As soon as the cell door slammed shut, Mia knew something was off. She could feel the hostility radiating off the other inmates, and the unyielding concrete walls only added to her sense of isolation and vulnerability.
"Hey, new girl," a gruff voice called out from the corner.
Mia turned to see a burly man with a shaved head and a thick beard. He wore a sleeveless shirt that revealed an intricate web of tattoos covering his biceps.
"What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"I want to know why a pretty little thing like you ended up in here," he replied, leering at her.
Mia fought the urge to back away as he stepped closer, the scent of sweat and desperation overpowering. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and she knew that she was in trouble.
"Please, just leave me alone," she pleaded, but he only chuckled.
"You don't get to say no in here, honey," he growled, grabbing her roughly by the wrist.