As soon as the heavy steel door of the prison cell slammed shut behind him, Marcus knew he was in for a long and miserable night. He cast a weary eye around the cramped, filthy space, holding back a gag at the sight of the overflowing toilet in the corner. It was then that he noticed her.

She was sitting on the hard cot on the opposite wall, staring at him with a look of deep disdain. Although Marcus couldn't see much of her in the dim light, he could tell she was a tough-looking woman, probably in her mid-forties. She had short, spiky hair and a muscular build, and she glared at him as if he were something she'd found stuck to her shoe.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" he spat, resenting the way she seemed to be sizing him up.

"Nothing that I want," she shot back, sneering. "Trust me."

Marcus rolled his eyes, wondering what he'd done to deserve being stuck in this cell with this foul-mouthed bitch. Just then, he heard the rumble of an engine outside, and realized that a bus had pulled up outside the prison. The woman stood up abruptly, her expression changing to one of anticipation.

"What's going on?" Marcus asked, feeling a niggling sense of unease.