As the heavy metal door of the prison cell closed behind her, Claire cursed under her breath at her own stupidity. She had let her temper get the best of her once again, and now she was stuck in a dirty, cramped cell with two other inmates.
The first was a tall, muscular man with a shaved head and a sinister grin. His name was Blade, and the rumors around the prison yard were that he was serving time for assault. The second prisoner was a small, mousy woman named Mouse, who huddled in the corner of the cell, looking terrified.
Blade eyed Claire up and down, licking his lips hungrily. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he growled, stepping toward her. She backed up against the wall, feeling the cold, rough bricks press against her skin.
"Leave her alone, Blade," Mouse whimpered.
But Blade didn't listen. He wrapped his strong, calloused hands around Claire's wrists and pushed her roughly against the wall. She struggled against him, but he was too strong. She could smell the sweat and grime on his skin as he pressed his body against hers.