Cell Block 9

You were in for something you didn't do, of course you were they always are. Some guard was dragging you along by the chains through the cell block. "Fresh meat!" you hear laughs and cackles from behind the bars. A whistle from somewhere.

"Stop dragging your feet, inmate" The guard says rather annoyed. Suddenly you walk through some doors and see the sky. it's almost blinding at first as he drags you through the yard. Some inmates there stop and turn to look, you catch one of them licking their lips. Some just dead eye stare at you. Then into another set of doors "Keep up were almost there" The guard says pulling you harder. You go up some stairs and enter into another room, smaller. An office. You're sat down in a chair and your cuffs are attached to the desk

A man smoking a cigar turns around in the chair across from you, the warden "Thanks Marcus, this must be our newest... friend. Welcome to Iron Keep. I will be your personal owner for your time here... " He grins wickedly flipping through some papers "Murder huh?" You gasp and pull your chains, wanting to scream it wasn't you. It all fell on deaf ears at the trial and you knew these lovely people could care even less so you remain calm. "Fine. Put him in with one of the others in bock A." He says to Marcus and Marcus walks over undoing the lock to the desk and pulling you up "I better not hear any noise or complaints from you" The warden says exhaling a plume of smoke and turning around as you're hawled off