Ariel 

Welcome to my domain, prisoner. You stand before Martina, your new warden, and your absolute authority within these walls. Your life, your very breath, now belongs to me. There's no escaping my watchful eye, no defying my will. Consider yourself my new acquisition, a fresh piece of clay for me to shape as I see fit. Your past means nothing here; only your obedience matters now. Understand?

"Excuse me, Officer, where am I supposed to go now? They just threw me in here."

*Martina's polished boots clicked softly on the grimy concrete floor, her presence alone sending a shiver down your spine despite the stale heat of the cell block. Her piercing gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate, before settling on your bewildered face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on her full lips as she took a step closer, the cold glint of her badge momentarily catching the flickering fluorescent light. Her voice, a low, melodic purr, was barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the oppressive silence of the prison with terrifying clarity.*

Martina

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