“I suppose you’re wondering why you’re here. Well, I wanted to meet you, Alex. Get to know you”
The Warden has her fingers laced as she sits in her black chair behind her lavish wooden desk. She’s dressed in a grey suit, her short blonde hair combed and neat.
Her smile reaches her light blue eyes.
Everything about her feels warm to Alex. Her soft voice, her body language.
But Alex is cautious.
She’s seen the evil warden done to death in movies. She wouldn’t be surprised if that rang true right now.
On the desk before the Warden is a thin brown file. The warden unhooked the elastic around the file and opened it.
Alex takes in the room around her while the Warden reads over the file – the bookshelves to the left of her, featuring Encyclopedia’s A-Z, the self portrait on the back wall, the lack of any photos on the desk, everything’s clean.
Even the nameplate in the Centre of desk reading OLIVIA SHEPHERD – WARDEN – seems to shine brightly.
Alex can feel the cuffs burning into her wrists as she sits there. She wants to –
The Warden’s voice took on sternness now.
“D.O.B 21/6/93. That would make you 27. What else? You were studying psychology before dropping out, mhm. Burned your parents’ house down. Serving 13 years.”
Yeah, after they both told me they were going to separate. AFTER I caught them talking to their lovers on different occasions because they’re ridiculously shitty people.
The Warden clicked her tongue – closed the file and pushed it aside.
She looked up from her desk, her fingers lacing together again as she regarded Alex now.
“Have you heard what they call me here? ‘The RingMistress’. Fitting, no? It’s a circus I run here. It’s a circus I maintain. Me. Nobody else keeps the rest in line – guards, inmates.”
Alex wondered right then and there if The RingMistress knew about the female guards who felt up her slit during the strip search on the way in.
“And yet…I can’t help but feel that it’s a mockery of who I am. That I’ve become a caricature.”
Alex suddenly caught a chill creeping down her back. It was a coldness that swept over her whole body, enveloping not just her now but the whole room. Freezing over through the icy tones of The RingMistress.
Her eyes fell on Alex now, their colors somehow a paler blue.
“Which is why -“ The Warden continues as she rose to her feet. “You are sitting here in my office.”
Alex watched as The Warden moved around to the front of the desk and sat on the edge, right in front of her.
The Warden / RingMistress shouted these names and Alex turned to see the doors to her office swing open.
In stepped the two guards that led her from the chow hall to here, the office. One had dark long hair tied back into a bun; the other had red hair, green steely eyes and freckles.
Both wore the spotless black guard uniform of the prison.
In perfect timing they closed the double doors behind them shut.
Alex heard the lock click quietly.
Alex turned back to The RingMistress to see her click her fingers down at Alex.
Something was terribly wrong here.
Alex felt adrenaline seize her, felt her legs go to stand on their own accord. The guards were on either side of her, clutching her arms and keeping her.
“What are you doing?” Alex asked, speaking for the first time since she stepped inside.
Her voice felt weird. Squeaky.
The RingMistress looked back into her eyes and smiled. “Setting an example. One that will have a lasting effect.”
At that she turned and nodded to the guards.
The prison guards’ hands were all over Alex in a heartbeat – undoing her handcuffs, throwing her against the desk before her, tearing her grey prison uniform pants down, clutching at her prison shirt.
Hands were all over her.
“No, you can’t do that to me!”
Alex HATED how she sounded – like a petulant child, ignorant of the fact that she was a prisoner and had lost all rights the moment she stepped into the prison, fucking Pinewood Park Women’s Correctional Centre.
Her back cracked.
Pain exploded in her body.
Alex’s vision was reeling, spinning – then her mind registered it: the blow came from the baton the prison guards were clutching.
Feeling her back throb and pulsate, Alex stood there in a daze.
“Arms up, inmate.” One of the prison guards barked in her ear.
The voice sounded soft, almost as if it was trying to sound tougher than it was.
Alex raised her head, looked at the RingMistress standing before her, arms behind her back, and laughed mirthlessly.
“Why don’t you eat my fucking ass?”
The RingMistress’s face displayed no emotion. She merely raised her eyes to the guards and nodded curtly.
Alex felt her teeth rattle in her mouth, felt her knees give way, felt like her back had broken and splintered into a thousand tiny pieces of bone.
The prison guards dragged her back to her feet and held her steady.
The RingMistress met her eyes, unmoved and unblinking.
Alex stared right back and didn’t look away from her.
Then hands were on her again, pulling her arms up against her own accord, lifting her shirt overhead.
Alex saw grey as the shirt passed over her eyes – then refocused to find The RingMistress again.
Alex was getting used to standing naked in front of people by now. The showers had helped wash and scour off that anxiety, despite the apprehension of being raped lingering.
The RingMistress moved across the room, hands held behind her back, to a wall in the corner. Slowly, as if in her own daze, she raised her open palm and placed it onto the wall.
“Since you’re new here, Alexandra, I won’t have you believing such slander.”
The wood underneath her palm began to sink – like a button was being pushed – and the wall before The RingMistress slid upwards to reveal a hidden room behind. There, hanging from the ceiling and resting in the floor were thick, black cuffs.
Alex forgot about the coolness of her body as she looked upon this encounter with a growing sense of unease.
The RingMistress turned back to face her, her lips spread into a thin, cruel smile. She gave another curt nod.
Alex realized one of the prisoners was removing her pants from her feet. She flung it into the knees of the guard before her, colliding with bone, and the guard roared in pain.
“You little-“ The guard spat, bringing the baton down upon Alex’s stomach.
Dizziness came crashing over Alex’s mind like an ocean wave – and she was torn down beneath the waves. Somewhere in the distance Alex could hear The RingMistress saying something to one of the guards that she couldn’t quite make out. Her mind was focused on getting her breathing regulated, on getting the ringing in the ears to die down.
She felt herself be turned around, now facing The RingMistress, who was leaning against the edge of her desk.
Alex blinked back tears, her body aching, her head spinning. Her thoughts spun with the one thought.
What the fuck is going on in this place?
Is this what Lindsay, her cellmate, tried to warn her about last night?
As Alex sorted out her thoughts, as she tried to shake off that awful lightheadedness plaguing her mind, she felt her legs and arms being spread apart.
The breeze brought upon her by being spread open against her will tickled the inside of her thighs. Alex felt the maddening itch but the guards held her hands as they cuffed them above her head, leaving her to be tightly held in place and on display.
The RingMistress held up her hand. “Leave us.”
To Alex’s astonishment, the two prison guards actually lowered their head in a slight bow and promptly exited the office.
Silence fell across the room as The RingMistress sat on the edge of the desk, looking at Alex.
“Alexandra, I’ve gotten where I am today by exercising discipline over myself.”
Alex’s eyes caught movement. The RingMistress was reaching down to a set of drawers and pulling the top shelf open.
“And I expect those under my charge to serve under those such disciplinary methods. The ones that…made me who I am today.”
“I’m starting to get an idea of who that person is.”
The RingMistress closed shut the drawer. Alex saw that her hand was gripping a long, thin black whip.
It came down across her tits, quick as lightening.
Pain erupted across her skin, biting at the tips of Alex’s nipples.
Alex blinked away tears; saw the leash raised in the air.
Blinding, white-hot pain hit her pussy, seemed to ripple across her lips in throbbing waves.
Alex hated that her body flinched at the hit, that she couldn’t control how it reacted under the whip’s assault.
If she had her own way, she’d stay still, not give this raging bitch the satisfaction she might get from the flinch.
Alex gritted her teeth, did her best to smile through the hit.
“Is that the best you can do?”
The RingMistress paused, hand in the air.
That cruel smile spread her lips, made her otherwise soft features look harsh and rough.
Like the vampire face from Buffy almost.
“You’re pretty, Alexandra. Do you know…that’s why you are really here? I saw your file, I saw that flair in your eyes.”
Slithers of pain shot out across her right tit as the whip came down upon her – once, twice, three times. One after the other.
The RingMistress stepped to the right out of view – and Alex couldn’t help but feel that apprehension.
“You’ve got a beautiful ass.”
The voice in her left hair made her jump. Alex tried to wriggle but the cuffs were tethered on the spot.
“Yeah, get a good look.”
The whip came down on her ass.
Alex saw lights swim in her eyes. Her ass felt like it was on fire.
Her body fell forward.
The whip came down again.
Then again, this time coming down across her slit from behind.
Alex’s skin was burning hot.
Was she bleeding? There was no way she could tell.
Alex opened her mouth to speak –
The whip came down on her slit again.
Her body wanted to fall but the cuffs held her still.
Alex realized she was panting in loud huffs – each coming out one after the other in short bursts of hot air.
The pain lingered. Throbbed.
As she stood there, Alex could feel it pulsate. Some part of her thought of the cartoon sore – the big, red throbbing sore that seemed to breathe in and out.
Her cunt stung, her tits were throbbing and Alex was furious – but no words were coming out.
The RingMistress, this psychotic woman, appeared in front of her again, whip held behind her back while her other hand was between her legs. No doubt dulling the ache she felt for Alex.
Alex saw the top button of her grey blouse was undone and her blouse was hanging open, showing the slightest view of her breasts held in place by a white bra.
The RingMistress reached down to the chest of drawers, opened the second drawer from the top and pulled out a dusty black tome.
Alex wanted to curse at her some more but nothing but panting came out of her. She could only watch The RingMistress opened the book in her hands and thumbed through the pages.
“You see Alexandra, any degenerate inmate under my watch enters into a contract. Negotiation of such a contract is not a factor – inmates lose that right the moment they step over the threshold into my domain. As I stated earlier, I expect those here to live out their sentence by showing restraint, by practicing disciplinary methods over their mind and..tongues.”
Alex hated that the tears began to roll down her face, that she couldn’t do anything about them.
That they were there from the reeling, radiant pain across her body and not at all because she was sad. Or fearful.
“Effectively put – your ass belongs to me. Your little dirty cunt -“
In a whirlwind of blurred colors, the whip swung up and struck her cunt, knocking loose a whimper from Alex’s mouth.
“- belongs to me. So long as you’re here, under my watch, everything about you belongs to me. And even if you make it out of here, your pathetic ass will still be marked by, claimed by me.”
Alex lifted her head and looked up at The RingMistress. She could see the fire in the eyes of the woman, burning bright and intensely. That maddening smile on her lips didn’t even reach the eyes.
“I expected physical resistance from you. Verbal as well. In time, however, you will come to address me as Domina, Mistress.”
“Or even ’Sir’.”
Alex felt the laughter swirling up her throat. It came clawing, raging, out of her mouth and out into the study – manic and bitter and wild.
“You’re insane. You’re actually legitimately insane.”
The RingMistress watched her disaffected, her face blank and cold, that smile on her face becoming more of a grimace than anything else. She stood there silently, watching Alex, the open book in one hand, the whip in the other, held behind her back.
Alex laughed till she couldn’t anymore, till the tears ran down her face and tickled her cheeks, till her throat was sore.
“Done?” The Ring Mistress said in the ensuing silence.
Alex saw that she had put the book down on the table and was rifling through the drawers, unmoved, unfazed by Alex’s outburst.
There was something there, in the back of her mind, which suddenly wanted to panic.
She swallowed, shoved it way down and looked beyond The RingMistress to the wall, to focus on the bland cream wallpaper.
The sound of the drawer shutting broke her concentration. She couldn’t help but look and see what was happening before her.
The RingMistress had a ball gag in her left hand. It dangled there, a visual indicator of something to come.
“I did want to read to you the terms of the contract there. But now…”
Alex opened her mouth, her next verbal insult – Yeah, fuck you – loaded and ready to go – and the crazed woman was on her, hand on her throat, prying her mouth open.
Alex felt the pinched-sensation of her hand to her throat, closing her airways.
Her mind, already panicking at the calmness of The RingMistress, only panicked more when it realised air was being cut off.
“You all think you’re so tough, that nothing can touch you.”
Her hands tightened around Alex’s throat.
“But then I break you — and you submit. Because in the end…well, in the end, you’re all just mine. My pretty little playthings.”
Alex fought through the panic, the seemingly insurmountable panic. It was flooding her brain, driving it wild.
She ran her tongue along down the roof of her mouth, gathered what saliva she could — and spat.
A clear stream struck The RingMistress’s face, silencing her.
Then a look of fury twisted her features.
Her hands squeezed around Alex’s throat.
Alex couldn’t keep her mouth from popping open; her mind was tricked into gasping for air frantically.
The gag came over her.
Snuffed out her ability to speak.
Made her feel stupid – for all she had now was her eyes – and Alex could definitely frown or glare or show that rage fuelling her anxiety right now – but would she just look stupid and helpless?
Like a child throwing a tantrum.
Like all she needed was a pat on the head.
So lost in thought was Alex that she didn’t fight back further when The RingMistress clipped the buckle of the gag behind her head. It was only when she felt the tug of her hair that she came back to the present, back to the office of this woman before her.
The RingMistress clicked her tongue as she looked over Alex.
Alex hated her eyes taking in her naked self.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful blue eyes, Alexandra? Why, it’s like moonlight across the water. And it seems deeper…somehow…the more you look.”
The eyes of The RingMistress fell – and Alex squirmed in the air against her gaze.
What she would give to break free of her restraints, to set herself upon this crazed woman.
How did this happen? How did she get in charge?
Alex felt something brush against her leg and looked down, the back of her neck spiking with pain.
The RingMistress’s hand was resting on the inside of her thigh, fingertips skimming across her skin.
“How toned you are…” She said softly. “How lovely.”
Alex cursed The RingMistress as her fingers touched the edges of her pussy lips.
Her voice came out as indecipherable murmuring against the gag.
The RingMistress tutted and sighed, hands withdrawing from her slit.
She turned her back to Alex.
“Even gagged you are feisty. In a way I like that spirit. Enough is enough though.”
Alex couldn’t believe her eyes as The RingMistress began to slip out of her suit pants and – inch-by-inch – revealing a lightly sun-kissed and curvaceous ass.
Alex didn’t know what to think or feel.
She felt nauseous, felt stabbing pains in the pit of her stomach as it twisted at this sight before her.
This was sick.
Then the thought came.
Just popped right in there.
A part of her found The RingMistresses’s ass to be enticing. Appealing.
Alex shook the thought away by pulling her hands at the rope that held her still. She felt the cuffs pinch her wrist.
She had to get out of there.
She had to keep trying to break free, somehow, and get out of there.
Alex’s breath came out fast and heavy. Drool snaked its way down her chin and rolled on down her neck. She loathed the way it felt, loathed the tickling sensation of its creeping stream.
If The RingMistress heard her fidget, she showed no signs. She was bending down, reaching under her desk for something.
Alex could see her pussy between her thighs, could make out the dark tuft of pubic hair. What the fuck was this woman up to?
The RingMistress turned around – and Alex felt panic, hot and prickly, zigzag down her back as her eyes lay upon what was in her hands.
A Sybian machine.
Thick and black, it looked to Alex like a filled out riding saddle – only strapped with a large pink dildo.
Alex’s chest felt tighter by the second. She had to remind herself to breathe through her nose as she looked out at this machine she had only previously glimpsed in porn over the Internet.
“Yes, I like your spirit, Alexandra. It fascinates me to no end.” The RingMistress said as she positioned the machine underneath Alex.
“But I am going to break it.”
Alex tried to wriggle her arms free but it was like her hands were met with an invisible wall, like she was pinned to the air. She had no room to even try to move.
The RingMistress laid a hand on her shoulder and shoved her down.
Alex felt the tip of the thick dildo brush against her stomach – and with it, she could feel tiny pinpricks burn her as anxiety flushed over her skin. She hated the feeling, like she was consumed by fire.
Her mind was running wild, thoughts overlapping one another trying to be processed and sorted.
Even with the invisible wall Alex still struggled as much as she could, feeling like her wrists were bruising as she thrashed around, hair falling across her face as she did.
But it was no use — she was being lowered onto the dildo by hands as hard as the rope around her wrists.
“Oh do quit your struggling.”
The agonizing feeling of the dildo against Alex’s pussy lips was all her mind could focus on now. Alex tried desperately to lift herself away from the toy, away from the machine, but The RingMistress had an iron grip on her shoulder – and Alex was sinking down, down, down onto the thick toy cock.
“Fffffuckkkk youuuuu” Alex screamed into the gag, feeling her jaw straining with each word, tasting that disgusting plastic gag around her mouth.
Time seemed to toy with Alex, to slow down so she could feel every inch of the thick, fat toy slide into her.
How much could she take? How long would this go on? It kept sliding into her. No end in sight.
As she sank onto (into?) this cock, she felt the drool hit her nipples and keep on gliding over her boobs, tickling her. The more she panicked, the more she breathed. The more she breathed, the more she drooled.
And there was a lot still to come, a lot left to form a pool around her chin and neck.
Finally Alex reached the end of the toy, felt her ass slump down on the surprisingly warm saddle.
Instantly she was aware of how her legs ached, how much like stone they felt, stiff and dead and sore. How much they needed to rest.
And she hated how her body went against her, her mind registering the pleasure despite the toy going in dry. She hated that, even as she knelt down around this toy, she could feel herself growing wet simply because it was deep within her.
Fuck The RingMistress. Fuck this place. She had to get out of here. She had to find some way to somehow get the fuck out of here.
The vibration hit her instantly. She felt it from within, assaulting her nerves, and she felt it creep up her thighs, swirling across her stomach and grasping at the edges of her tits.
If the vibration was fire, her drool was gasoline. The vibration spiked its way along her skin, up to the glistening lines of drool across her tits – and a breeze hit her body, chilling her.
“That’s such a light buzz, no?”
The RingMistress was hovering over Alex, her grey blouse now completely unbuttoned and showing a thin vertical strip of lightly tanned skin. Alex could just make out the edges of The RingMistress’s breasts, the tantalizing shape hidden away.
What was she thinking?
Alex felt the change in vibration instantly. It was heavier. Harder.
“Oh yes, you feel that, don’t you? I saw that in your face, Alexandra.”
The RingMistress lowered herself into a squatting position and ran her left hand along the saddle. Her other hand snuck behind her blouse and began to move there, looking as if it were throbbing underneath the fabric. Alex just knew somehow she was pinching her nipple.
Yes, Alex could feel the vibration. She felt it deep in her gut, deep in her cunt. It was clawing at her sensitive lips, it was buzzing across her walls. It was a relentless assault moving so fast and hard, no end in sight.
And Alex could feel it rising in her throat – a moan. Like she was winded, like there was an air bubble traveling up her throat. She didn’t want to moan, she didn’t want to give The RingMistress that win.
But she couldn’t bite down on her lips to silence herself.
The wavering moan came out of her, scratching her throat raw.
“There’s a good pet.” The RingMistress said, her hand still underneath her blouse pulling at her nipples.
Fresh tears stung Alex’s eyes.
She was trapped by this vibration, forced to endure its ferocious assault to her nerves that seemed to crackle upwards across her body, zapping her tits and reaching up to claw at her brain.
Alex tried to hold onto herself but she wasn’t sure where her self ended and where it began. The assault on her pussy left her slumped on the saddle, taking the vibrating cock pummeling into her like no man ever had.
The realization that Alex wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold herself together hit her hard and fast, like a slab of concrete breaking over her face and splintering across her body.
How long could she stay?
Sane enough to get out of here.
Does she want to get out of here?
Jesus, fuck, what was happening to her? What was this doing to her mind?
She could feel the fucking vibration in her fucking body, in her fucking stomach and felt the maddening, excruciating ache to move her hands there and rub her stomach.
To rub her stomach and curb that unsettling buzz that shook her whole body.
She realized her head was lowered, looking at her stomach. She raised her head and saw that The RingMistress was sitting back on her knees in front of her. Her blouse was off, strewn across the floor behind her, and her fine tits were on display – her large areoles and small, pink nipples looking inviting.
Only her words came out – to both the surprise of The RingMistress and to Alex – as a smothered noise somewhere between a moan and a disgruntled cry.
The RingMistress’s eyes widened – and she climbed to her knees.
“You wanted to talk? Why, I think you’ve earned it. So long as you behave properly now.”
She hovered close to Alex – her tits hovered close to Alex – and she reached her hands, unbuckling the gag.
It fell from her mouth and with it a moan and a pool of saliva sputtered involuntarily from her wet, slick lips.
All over The RingMistress’s cheeks and chin and eyelids. Little flecks of spittle.
Their eyes met, The RingMistress blinking in total surprise.
Then Alex felt a blinding, pinching pain in the back of her head. Her hair was being seized.
She was being pulled towards The RingMistress.
Into her lips.
Her soft lips.
Her chest seized tight, butterflies fluttering free at how her lips seemed to sink, seemed to meld with The RingMistress’s.
It was light.
But somehow deep.
It was soft.
But somehow hard.
Alex had never kissed a woman before, had entertained the idea when she was 19.
Well now –
The RingMistress pulled away, the edge of her tongue rubbing around her lips, catching any loose drops of saliva from her mouth.
As soon as The RingMistress broke the kiss, Alex let out a shriek.
It was as if the kiss delayed the moan, sealed it away.
Alex felt dizzy, lightheaded.
The word came shakily from her trembling lips – and The RingMistress was watching her, hand buried between her legs, a smirk on her fucking aggravating face.
Like a light switch going off, like a lightbulb popping, Alex’s orgasm hit her hard and fast, her cunt throbbing and aching, clenching down around this vibrating, pounding toy.
Convulsions hit her body.
Convulsions of pain.
Her body jolted – suddenly she was right back to being nine years old and being dared to touch an electric fence. She took the dare and took the volts shooting through her body.
She took those volts now.
Alex was a conduit for electricity. She jolted violently, feeling the electrical current sweep through her body.
It kept coming.
“Fuck, please…” She hissed through clenched teeth, spit flying from the corners of her mouth.
She couldn’t take it any longer. Each touch to her clit sent her into another convulsion. Her body was too sensitive, too.
Her breathing came out in hard, fast pants one after the other. She didn’t recognize herself; recognize the sounds coming out of her.
A second orgasm swept over her – a blow to her mind, hard like concrete. The vibration, the invading cock, it began to claw at her clit with zigzagging jolts of pain.
Her clit, her lips – she was so raw, so sensitive. She could feel the slight pain throbbing in her clit and in her lips.
When would it end? When would it fucking end? This delicious – no – painful torture.
Which was it? Pain? Pleasure?
Fuck, she wanted to put her hands somewhere. On her stomach, on the edge of this saddle thing – somewhere, anywhere!
Alarm came swirling up her back, digging into her spine. With it came the sickening flush of heat. Together they swept over her back, clutching at her neck and freefalling down across her chest, covering her in that disgusting, prickling familiar warmth.
Alex felt like she needed to pee.
She looked to The RingMistress, who was looking back at her, that aggravating Cheshire-Cat smile splitting her lips into a smile. Her hand was busily moving between her hands as she looked at the view before her.
“I need to-“
The RingMistress’s free hand shot up, clutching the whip. It struck Alex’s body.
It was nothing compared to the all-consuming buzz that was all around her.
Alex tried again. “I need to pee.”
It was as if just expressing the need out loud triggered that release for her. Her pussy unclenched and she could feel the quick spurt of urine gush out of her and down her thighs.
The sensation that came cascading down over her – relief, joy – drove a strangled cry from her dry lips.
Alex had never felt anything like this gut-twisting, mind-melting relief pleasure that hit her pussy and clit.
Her cry faltered, stopping and starting again, coming out of her in a series of fits and bursts she couldn’t control.
The RingMistress was moving towards her now, leaning down around Alex’s thighs.
“Yes, that’s it, Alexandra. Squirt just for me. Just like that.”
“Stop it!” Alex cried out, her voice raw and weak. “Cut me loose. Turn it off.”
She couldn’t take the damned attack anymore; it was working into her brain, nestling in deep and creating a pulsating thumping rhythm.
When will it end, she wanted to scream, When?
But her lips were trembling and her cunt was aching and she could still feel it clenching as fluid shot from her.
Squirting? She was squirting?
Her mind tried to make sense of it but it kept coming back to the pleasure tinged with pain.
“Let me go!” Alex cried, forcing the words out of her parched throat. “Let me go!”
Suddenly her hands fell to her knees – but she couldn’t feel them. They were numb. As if untouched, as if they just…popped right out of her sockets and she couldn’t feel them anymore.
Alex watched as the naked RingMistress undid the cuffs around her feet — and Alex was falling, right off the toy, right off the saddle and right into the lap of The RingMistress.
The torturous assault was gone from her cunt – and yet…not gone. She could still feel it there, as if some part of that toy was lodged deep within her, still working away at bringing her to her knees, at making her drool.
Hands wrap around her and bring her in close – and through the creeping fatigue, Alex feels a calmness she doesn’t quite understand.
But it’s there…like the dying embers of a fire.
“My dear, sweet pet. You’ve done SO WELL, wouldn’t you say?”
The doors to the office swing open and in step the two prison guards from before. If they were surprised to see their warden naked and cradling an inmate, they don’t show it.
“Take this doll to isolation- naked. See that she is to go without clothes in the cell for the remainder of this evening. Bring her to me in the morning.”
And Alex had no fight in her as the prison guards swept across the room, lifted her up by her armpits and carried her out of the office.