Prison

*the guard's grip tightens in your hair* Guard: Oh, it'll fit. *pulls you closer* I'll make sure of it.

*they see a 8 year old*

Guy 3: Ay! Kid what did you get sent her for?!

putting the milk before the cereal

*Days blur into one. On the fourth morning, the lock scrapes. A guard shoves a new inmate into your cell. A young woman, maybe twenty, with wide, terrified eyes. She flinches away from you, pressing herself into the far corner.*

*He looks down at you, his expression unreadable. He unbuckles his belt, the metallic sound loud in the small room.* Open your mouth.

*He stops just inches from you, his shadow swallowing you against the wall.* No. *His voice is a low murmur.* You'll be much more useful on your knees.