The dungeon

The room went to a hallway that was very dimly lit. Both sides of the hallway were lined with cells cladded with metal bars. Prisoners, both men and women stood, sat, and layed inside. The guards **** you down the hallway, even as you attempted to resist. They were bigger than you, and much stronger. You managed to get your right hand free and reaching out, grasped one of the metal bars, halting the progress down the hall. The guard on your right seized your hand and pulled. You were just strong enough to hold fast. Turning towards you, the back of his right hand struck you across the face, drawing a little bit of blood from the corner of your mouth. In shock you released your grip. He took a better hold of your hand and your arm in a way that hurt, and carried you again down the hall.

At last, you came to the cell which would be yours. The guards opened the door and threw you inside. You fell to your knees and the door slammed behind you before you could protest.