"Wing B. Lucky for you." Caroline spoke. "Come along then."
"What do you..." Sarah was startled, her cell shifted and the doors popped open. She didn't walk forwards though or try and make a break for it. She could tell that'd be a bit stupid. Instead, she pretended to be a model prisoner and waited her turn. Soon enough, two burly looking ladies, their busts almost popping their uniform buttons, came waltzing in. One gently grabbed Sarah's arm while the other slapped a cuff on her. The burly ladies pointed forwards, Sarah wasn't dim and knew what they wanted. Feet together, she stepped into the hall.
It was white and sterile, though oddly their were patches of blue liquid everywhere. An oddity that was soon dealt with, a pair of feet could be heard running towards the spot. A lady in green rubber overalls bent down to wipe the surface clean.
"They couldn't get a droid to do this, huh?" Sarah joked to the guards, who merely shepherd her towards her wing. It was odd, the place needed both waiting room cells and an actual prison complex? What was so bad they needed this to be kept secret? A sense of unease wormed its way into the back of Sarah's mind. It was interrupted by a sudden jolt of a hand touching her back.
"Into the room, prisoner." One of the guards spoke. Sarah looked up at the behemoth of a woman. Her eyes gazed forward to see a door with the letter "B" proudly painted on it. It was a bit faded with time, it had been twelve years since this place had opened. An audible swoosh opened the metal doors and Sarah was firmly pushed inside. Another pair greeted her, dressed in hazmat suits she couldn't tell their genders. What she could tell though was that these folks weren't a pair of burly babes.
"Cavity search; strip." One spoke through a muffled voice, it had a faint twinge of mechanized sound to it. Sarah sighed, she began her strip. After 20 minutes of being searched, Sarah was found clean. She was about to give a stellar review of her accommodations so far but couldn't get a word out before her arms were quickly filled. A new suit, orange with a proud 'B' near the bust, the inmate gazed upon her gift.
"We get our own costumes for where we're going?" Sarah smiled, the other occupants of the room said nothing.
"Typical, I waste my energy on those who can't appreciate it." She fitted herself into this new suit, though it was a bit loose, well actually, a lot loose. Especially near the bust, she didn't realize it when she was first holding it up.
"I think you got the wrong suit, I believe I got a cartoon's outfit." Sarah spoke. The pair quickly walked out of the room, right before they closed the door behind them. Sarah was about to speak again, then a loud hiss filled the room, followed by a visible cloud. Sarah screamed in shock, wondering what this was. She scrambled for the door and banged on them.
"Hey, there's a gas leak here! I need help!" She yelled. Her fingers pried on the door, being that they were mechanized and made of metal, this yielded nothing. Sarah looked down to see the gas slowly begin to rise. She closed her mouth, while one of her hands pinched her nose. It was no use though, whatever filled the room stung her nostrils and itched her face. She had to open up to breath, which sealed her fate. Coughs filled the room, and everything began to go blurry. Sarah's mouth drooped and she slowly stumbled towards the floor. Which she realized was a bit softer than normal title, it was as if the prison made it this was. Her mind couldn't process anything else before it all went black.
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