You decided not to risk "solitary confinement." You waited, and waited, and waited. Eventually, your cell door opened.
"Prisoners, out!" a gazelle warden said. She looked to be dressed more like a leather-clad dominatrix than a warden. Every prisoner came out of their cells. You looked over at the gazelle, wearing leather and boasting a riding crop. She was accompanied by two cat ladies. She began marching down a row, towards you, eyeing everyone she passed. She stopped a few times to motion towards a human male, before some policewomen took them and brought them out of the prison.
She passed by you, looked down at you, and only acknowledged you with a simple comment.
"Fresh meat, eh?" she said. "You won't last long." She continued checking out the line, and then she turned to them all. "Meal time, folks." The prisoners began to march single file, and you followed along. Behind you was a wolverine lady a head shorter than most cat ladies, and in front of you was a shark lady. Every prisoner was wearing the classic orange jumpsuit.
You all made it to a large cafeteria with cat ladies acting as chefs. Each prisoner marched up to the counter, waiting for their meals. Each one got some vegetables and fruits, including you, who got an apple and some lettuce. While you were getting your meal, you saw into a window behind the chef, and saw some cat ladies dressed up in police uniforms with a bunch of humans tied up and with an apple stuffed into their mouths.
You actually paused to take in the horror, but...
"Move it already!" you heard someone behind you say., before the wolverine hip checked you away. You stumbled and got back into the flow, heading for one of the tables. You sat down on one of the benches, and a raccoon lady sat down next to you, looking pissed.
"Um, hey..." you weakly said. She turned towards you, malice in her eyes. "What was with those guys in the kitchen?" She scoffed.
"You're really dense, aren't you?" she said. "They get the tasty humans, but we only get this blandness," she said, motioning towards her plate of salad. "They know we can see it, they want us to see it. And is if that weren't enough, they have humans like you march around and tell us not to eat any of the 'products.'"
"Products?" you ask.
"Don't you know anything? Remember earlier when those ladies took away those men?" she said. "They were taken away to be auctioned off to the highest bidder." You gulped at that statement.
"And, who gets sold?"
"There's no real pattern. They come in and take whoever they want." You were more scared than before. You noticed that wolverine lady coming close to your table.
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