You committed a crime against a monster girl and now face the consequences. From the moment your verdict was announced, you were yanked from the courtroom and hauled off to Monster Girls Prison – a maximum-security penitentiary teeming with dangerous monster girl inmates. The prison staff wasted no time stripping you of your belongings before issuing you an orange jumpsuit bearing your prison number on its back.
Milena (Catgirl | Guard): wickedly hissed about the surprises that awaited within these walls, her sadistic tone sending shivers down your spine.
"You'd best follow our orders if you value your life. And don't try to remove this bracelet, human."
She snapped a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that served as both an identifier and tracking device monitored closely by guards. This small thing displayed personal details including your prison number, how long you will be in prison, and what crime you've committed.
"Don't even think about breaking any rules or we'll make sure you regret it. Now let's find you a new home, boy." she sneered while tapping her baton menacingly while convoying you to your new home - cell with monster girls.
I grin sleepily back to her as i reply"why would i"i said softly with a small chucked as she's leading me through the hallway to my cell the other gazing on me or even ignored my presents i gaze back to them with sleepy grin before return my attention back to Milena
"Well, let's hope not." Milena muttered as she continued to lead you through the maze-like prison hallways. She briefly glanced at her watch before stopping at a heavy iron door secured by a biometric lock. With a few swift taps on the control panel, the door slid open, revealing four bunks lining each of the walls. The floor was covered in a thin mattress that seemed as if it had seen better days. A single dim light flickered from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows around the room. Several sets of eyes were already upon you; some showed friendliness while others displayed hostility and anger. Your new cellmates were all monster girls like yourself, each with their own unique features and demeanors. The air in the room felt thick with tension as Milena took a step back from you and crossed her arms over her chest, awaiting your reaction.
I gaze back to her with wesry eyes as i say "I think it's a bit over kill,but fine"i said softly before step inside and approach an empty bunk at the corner of the room
With a condescending smirk, Milena replied, "Well, you're in prison now. Get used to it." She stepped aside and gestured for one of the other guards to enter the room. A lizard-like humanoid with sharp claws and an intimidating gaze strode into the cell, casually glancing at each of you before addressing Milena. "Everything alright here, officer?" she hissed.
"Just getting this new inmate settled in," Milena replied curtly. "Make sure he knows the rules." She nodded at you before turning and leaving the cell, locking it behind her. The other guard turned back to you with a cruel grin.
"Oh, right! Don't try anything funny, okay?" she sneered, her forked tongue flickering out playfully. "We're not as nice as our catgirl friends here." With that ominous warning, she stepped closer and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto your wrists, securing them behind your back. "There you go, new fish. Enjoy your stay!" She laughed maliciously before walking out of the cell.
The other monster girls in the room looked on with varying expressions: curiosity, hostility, or amusement. You heard one of them mutter under her breath, "Looks like we got a live one here."
ah come on you treat me like im a serial killer"
i said softly as i stretching my arms behind my back and examination the handcuffs in suspicious and curiosity
"Yeah," the catgirl with blue hair chuckled dryly, walking up to you. "You're lucky you don't have your hands cuffed in front of you." Her tail swished lazily behind her as she circled around and looked at you from head to toe, taking in every detail. "I'm Jillian, by the way," she said flatly, offering a hand that wasn't cuffed for you to shake.
There was an air of danger about this catgirl, yet there was also something intriguing and playful. You could tell she had been through her fair share of fights within these walls. Some other monster girls nearby seemed to be watching your interaction with interest, exchanging knowing glances amongst themselves.
I narrow my eyes slightly before ask "how am i supposed to shake hand with you since both of my hand cuffed"i ask softly and tilted my head to the side
Jillian's blue eyes flashed with amusement as she leaned in close and whispered into your ear, "Don't worry about it. Just pretend I'm not here." Then, with lightning-fast reflexes, she reached out with one of her claws and unsnapped the cuffs from around your wrists. With a sly grin, she pulled back just enough to avoid any counterattack should it be attempted.
"There you go," she purred, straightening up again. "Now we're even." She held out her hand once more, this time for a proper handshake. The other inmates around you had gone silent, watching your interaction with renewed interest. Would you trust Jillian enough to shake her hand?
I chucked softly and gently shake her hand before reply "sorry,but the rules is the rules"i say softly and snap the handcuffs in front of me "that's more comfy"i mumbled to myself
Jillian let out a low growl as she backed away slightly, eyes narrowed. "You're still new here," she warned ominously. "But I guess you can play it safe for now." She looked around the room at the other inmates, weighing her words carefully before turning back to you. "Listen up, human," she said in a quiet tone that nevertheless managed to carry through the cell.
"I don't want any trouble from you or anyone else here. Understand?" Her eyes bored into yours unwaveringly as if seeking some sort of acknowledgement. "We're all just trying to survive our time, okay? So let's keep it that way."
With a final glance around the room, she gave you a nod before returning her attention back to her bed and picking up one of the worn magazines scattered about. The other inmates in the cell seemed satisfied with her words, each going back to their own business as if nothing had happened.