Nothing Yet. Laura examines her cell

The moment Laura had been shoved into the cell, the door had been shut behind her. With a yell she charged towards the bars, drawing her adamantium claws and attempting to slash through them. The feral mutant let out a yelp however as they harmlessly bounced off of the bars, launching her back a few feet and causing her to land on her fat bubble butt, releasing a tiny spurt of pee into her tight shorts without realising, although thankfully it only caused a small, somewhat unnoticeable stain this time around. Through further investigation she realised her collar was made of the exact same material, equally impossible for her to remove.

Walking towards the bars more carefully this time, Laura poked one with her finger, huffing as it stung from that alone. The bars were made of pure adamantium, with kinetic absorbers that would launch any attack on them right back at the attacker. “Dammit…” She muttered, realising there was no way out of this, at least through that way.

Seeing no other option, Laura looked around the rest of the cell, it was unimaginably barren, cold stone walls and flooring, both too thick for her to cut through. The cell had no furnishing, not even a toilet, was this temporary holding, or was Laura really stuck in a cell with nothing at all? That would remain the case for the time being at least, perhaps as she stayed in the prison longer, she would be granted some more furniture, whether Laura liked what she was given or not however was hard to say.

Walking back towards the bars, Laura looked around. There were plenty of other cells in the building, but most of the ones around her were empty, devoid of any other prisoners. Even tuning her enhanced senses she couldn’t detect anyone around. With a small huff, she sat on the floor of the cell in the corner, having **** but to wait for a guard, or perhaps a prison warden or staff member to return.

After a few minutes, Laura groaned, tugging and picking the unnaturally tight shorts she had been given to wear. “Ugh… Stupid wedgie.” She grumbled, the short girl squirming in discomfort. “They couldn’t have given me a bigger pair?”

The question remained, who would Laura encounter first in this prison, would it be somebody she knew? Perhaps another mutant had chosen to work for the prison in exchange for not being in a cell themselves? Or perhaps Laura encountered nobody at all, instead her cell itself began to change, shift or react around her?