The weasel bites her tongue, knowing that fighting back would just make things worse. The skunk frowns a little, annoyed by the lack of reaction from the glowering weasel, the just drops her, nodding to two of the nearby guards.
"Take her to meet her new cellmate." She says, walking back to her desk. The guards nod and grab the weasel, then drag her further into the prison, into the cellblock.
As the weasel was dragged past the rows of cells, her heart sank further and further. There were so many faces she recognised, hardened criminals that she had put away time and again, and evidently they remembered her. Inside their cells, the inmates all yelled and screamed their threats to her, a few of them throwing rotton food. As Texas glanced to the side, her eyes locked with that of a pig she had put away for bank robbery, who turned around, first pointing at Texas, then at her filthy ass. The weasel closed her eyes and whimpered, trying to stay strong as they reached her cell. The guards slid open the door and the weasel was thrown inside, crashing down at the feet of...
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