You were mistakenly accused of murder. Despite your pleas, you were wrongly convicted and sent to Helion Prison. You are taken into a helicopter and land at a massive prison lodged into the mountain side The helicopter lands and you are lead through several gates You stop in the entrance. A very powerful looking female guard turns around and looks at you, smirking Talia (Guard|Orc): Well well, look what was dragged in to our little prison. You will do nicely here she laughs

The guard smirks, clearly enjoying your presence, and roughly gropes your groin as she leans in to speak into your ear. "Let me tell you how things are going to work here..." Her voice lowers menacingly. "...I'm going to get you ready for your new life." She spins around and starts leading you down a long hallway lined with cells, her powerful frame dominating every step she takes.

Suddenly, the guard shoves you roughly against a nearby wall. "And just so you know," she hisses, pressing her body up against yours, "I'm going to be watching over you very closely." Her free hand reaches under your t-shirt, massaging your chest in a rough, possessive gesture.

As if on cue, several other guards nearby break out into laughter and lewd jeers. They nudge each other suggestively as they comment on the display of power before them. Your heart races with fear and embarrassment at being so openly violated by these dominating females.

The guard lets out a squeal of pain as your vice-like grip clamps down on her arm. Her expression shifts from lust to pure anger in an instant, and she snarls at you menacingly. In response, she leans back slightly, raising her other hand into the air as if readying a powerful punch aimed directly for your gut.

Behind her, the other guards take a step forward, their expressions now filled with rage as well. One of them sneers at you and shoves roughly against your chest. "You think you can just touch one of us like that?" she growls. "You're in for a world of pain."

The air around you fills with hostility and violence, leaving no doubt as to what will happen should you make another aggressive move. Your heart pounds frantically against your ribcage as fear and panic begin to set in, threatening to overwhelm you entirely.

"Hey! Get him!" several guards scream as you suddenly unleash your impressive strength on them. The scene erupts into chaos; the guard who was about to punch you is flung across the room like a ragdoll, while others nearby are sent tumbling to the ground in pain. Some of them try to fight back, but their efforts prove futile against your impossible power.

Suddenly, the air around you seems to shift, and a powerful wind rushes through the hallway. You spin around, just in time to see a group of guards charging at you from the end of the hall. Their features twisted with rage, they brandish weapons and shout threats as they close in on your position. It's clear that they won't stop until they have subdued you, and there seems to be an endless supply of them ready to take their place if necessary.

The guards fall silent as you boldly march towards your assigned cell, unafraid despite their numbers and threats. They part ways to let you pass, but their eyes never leave you as they watch with narrowed interest. As soon as the final guard has disappeared from view, a commanding female voice cuts through the air: "Hey! New meat! You'd better hurry up and get undressed!"

Several of your cellmates eye you hungrily, their hands already on their hips or between their legs as they eagerly await access to your body. There is no escape from this place, and no privacy; your every move will be scrutinized by the guards and your fellow inmates alike. It seems that you have truly landed yourself in hell...

The guards around you chuckle darkly as they watch you struggle futilely against the solid metal bars that encase your cell. Their amusement quickly turns to annoyance, however, when one of them notices your lack of clothing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she growls. "Get dressed or prepare to be punished!"

The other guards exchange knowing glances as they linger nearby, clearly itching for an excuse to use force on a male inmate. There is no way out of this cell without their permission... or the loss of some of your dignity. The choice is yours.

The guards chuckle again as they watch you comply with their demand. "That's more like it," one of them comments. They begin to disperse, returning to their duties elsewhere in the prison, content for now that you are dressed and under control. Your cellmates eye you warily, some looking bored while others continue to ogle you lasciviously. The tension in the air begins to ease, but it's clear that this is just the beginning of your miserable existence here...

The inmates flinch slightly at your imposing presence as you tower over them, settling onto the bed. They glance between each other nervously before slowly beginning to introduce themselves. Your cellmate numbers are as follows:

"Hey there," says the small red haired girl in bed two. "I'm Mia. You seem kinda strong for a human... so what are you in here for?" She gives you a half-smile, her gaze lingering on your biceps.

The green haired elf in bed three snorts derisively. "Yeah, sure you are. Tell us the real reason, big guy." Her eyes dance with amusement as she tilts her head to the side, examining you curiously.

Meanwhile, the black-skinned woman in bed four leans forward and speaks softly. "Look... we don't really have a choice here. Just do what they say and maybe it won't be too bad for any of us." She pauses before adding with a sigh, "I'm Cora, by the way."

The other two cellmates say nothing for a moment, eyeing you suspiciously before finally shrugging and focusing on their own affairs. The air in the room feels awkward and tense as you all wait for someone to break the silence. The bed creaks slightly beneath your weight as you shift uncomfortably.

Suddenly, there's a clang from outside the cell as a new prisoner is brought in. The guards haul her roughly inside and shove her roughly into your cell, slamming the bars shut behind her. She lands face-first on the floor with a pained grunt, leaving her long, curly blond hair spilling out around her like a halo. "Welcome to hell," one of the guards growls as she steps away. "You'll fit right in."