No

He must really think you're an idiot, this has got to be trap.

"I'm afraid that I'll have to say no."

The inmate sighs, before suddenly throwing something at you, who quickly dodges to the side when you raise up your weapon in response to this hostility. But before you could empty the magazine into him, you feel a prick on your thigh, causing you to look down. Firmly lodged in your thigh, a small tranquilizer dart protruded from your leg. Having no way of checking whether the chemical injected or not, you pull it out quickly and throw it to the side, as you endure the pain from doing so. Quickly aiming your weapon once more, you line up all the dots, the tip of your sight resting on his head. You would have pulled the trigger, had you not begin to fall, the fast acting tranquilizer finally kicking in. So fast was it, that you were **** by the time you hit the floor. Now completely defenseless, the prisoner walks over to you, giving you a gentle nudge with his foot to confirm you were incapacitated. Kneeling besides you, he begins speak to you, regardless if you can hear it or not.

"You should have just shot in me head first if that was going to be your answer. You'll only have your dumbass self to blame for what happens next. Honestly though... I wish you would have just accepted the deal! I-I didn't want for this to happen!" Voice filled with genuine regret, he stands up and begins to drag you towards to Prison Wing E.

Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, the effects of the tranquilizer only lasted for ten minutes.

“Where.... where am I?” You groggily ask, your vision still foggy. Looking around, you find yourself in a barren cell by yourself, completely stripped bare of your equipment and uniform. From what you gather, it was a small enclosure, most likely one of the isolation rooms for unruly inmates. Your sight and mind clearing, the smell and evidence of "use" make themselves obvious to you. On the floor were several puddles of some kind viscous liquid, its smell narrowing your guesses to either semen or something else.

The inmates must've made these rooms their personal pleasure rooms... At least I'm alone for the moment.