Josephine and Taylor are woken up at 6am

Josephine and Taylor spent the night shivering naked and handcuffed in their cold cells. Eventually they got to sleep, but neither was feeling at all well rested when they were woken by loud banging on their cell doors.

“Stand at the back of the cell with your hands on the wall!” They we’re both ordered. Once they had done so, the doors opened and guards came in. Josephine thought that the threat of daily anal **** was coming due, but instead they were uncuffed and issued with prison-regulation bras and panties. They were uncomfortable and scratchy, and Josephine could barely do her bra up, but eventually she managed it, the straps and wires digging into her.

Both Angels were handcuffed again, although their legs were not rebound, and led to the prison cafeteria. Other prisoners had already queued up for breakfast and they had to join the back of the line. By the time they were served breakfast, there was very little left. They were each given half a spoonful of burned porridge.

“Where’s Al- where’s Graham?” Taylor asked Skriver as they sat down for breakfast.

“She got taken to the hole.” Josephine explained.

“The hole? I thought that was deemed cruel and unusual punishment?” said one of the other prisoners.

“Only for US citizens,” said another. “They can send aliens there all they like.”

“Wait, they can’t put Americans in solitary?” asked Taylor.

The other prisoners laughed. “No, Princess, they can and will send you to Solitary. The Hole is much worse than regular solitary. Trust me, you don’t want to know. It’s basically ****.”

“Speaking of which,” Josephine said, “do either of you know where we can find Maria Ospina?”

“Oh, she’s in the Latin Queens. I think she’s the hot piece of ass who they pimp out when they need something.”

At that point the bells rang and everyone got up to leave. A guard grabbed Taylor and Josephine’s shoulders. “Work duties. Hill, Skriver, you’re with me.”