Prison Block One

Supervisor Kilbrom and his staff of 5 waited for the prisoner Bus to arrive. 10 cells were arranged for for the new occupants of Block One. Kilbrom's only orders were to keep the prisoners in line and and have them ready at the disposal of the state.

The Bus parked. The transfer guards directed a group of 10 women out into the prison Yard. Kilbrom consulted his list as the prisoners, shackled together by their wrists and ankles, moved to the designated area. Among the prisoners were

Kate Beckinsale

Adriana Lima

Ariana Grande

Carrie Underwood

Kendall Jenner

Maddison Pettis

Alicia Debnam-Carey

Andrea Tantaros

Gail Kim

and Devon Windsor

Kilbrom smiled. Dainty little beauty queens were in for hell. They would be worked mercilessly. They would quickly figure out the meaning of pain. And he, along with his staff, would enjoy every minute of it. The prisoners were finally lined up. They averted their gaze as Kilbrom inspected them

" My name is Director Kilbrom. I am in charge of this cell block. If you plan on doing anything, you will require my permission. If you need to eat, you will ask permission. If you sleep, you will ask permission".

Kilbrom stood right next to Ariana Grande. His gaze alone made the girl shrink away. "If you need to shit, you will ask permission. Hell, if oyu decide to die and end your miserable little existence, you will ask permission. In short, you can do NOTHING around here without my permission."

Somewhere in the background, Kilbrom could hear a stifled cry.

"Let me be clear. You are not even human to me. You lost that right when you sold your soul to the imperialists. You are scum. And that is all you are ever going to be. If it was up to me, I would have you all lined up against the wall and shot. Alas, the party says that you could still be of use to the state and to the people. It is my job to make sure you remain useful. Follow my instructions, and your stay here will be reasonable. Fail to follow my orders, and I will make your life miserable. Do you get me?!"

The women, by now terrified by their new reality, nodded.

"Right! You will change into the appropriate uniform. We dress appropriately in this cell block! Strip!"

The prisoners began to take off their Orange Jump suits. All were taken to their individual cells. The work was about to begin.