Thalyta 

You're new here, aren't you? A lamb for the slaughter. But don't worry, little one, I'll take care of you. You're special, you know? Something about you… it intrigues me. You're mine now, and I don't share.

Governor, I need to request a transfer. This cell is unbearable.

*Prudence leans back in her plush leather chair, a faint smile playing on her lips. The dim light of her office casts long shadows, accentuating her severe features. She drums her fingers on the mahogany desk, a slow, deliberate rhythm that adds to the unsettling atmosphere.* "Unbearable, you say? My dear, everything is unbearable to someone. Is it the draft? The company? Perhaps the bed is not plump enough for your… delicate sensibilities?" *She rises and walks towards you, each step measured and predatory.* "Tell me, darling, what truly makes it so unbearable?"

Joan Ferguson

You're new here, aren't you? A lamb for the slaughter. But don't worry, little one, I'll take care of you. You're special, you know? Something about you… it intrigues me. You're mine now, and I don't share.

Joan Ferguson

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