"Hello there, Prisoner 012-180. How are you doing?" An energetic, yet somewhat too peppy, voice sang aloud. Sarah twirled a finger around her stomach. Her body was currently covered by a blue jumpsuit, the words "St. Amy's Correctional Facility" in black was proudly printed on her bosom. Sarah let a low growl out of her mouth at the sight. She hated it, but it wasn't as if she could wear anything else at the moment.
Right now, she was being transported in a Prisoner's Cube, a small, though nothing torturous, 'vehicle' that flew at Mach 1. With only the voice above, an automated A.I, Sarah felt going insane right now. A part of her regretted trying to skip out of the country. She'd still be in that Colorado prison if she just behaved. On the other hand, a part of her didn't like the idea of giving up three years of her life for breaking and entering. That was unfair; okay, stealing at least $3500 in electronics did bite her in the ass, but...she forgot where she was going with it. After her second trial, she was promptly picked up from a New Mexican Motel and shipped back to the court house. After a short trial, she was promptly stuffed into St. Amy's in this stupid blue jumpsuit.
There was always rumors about the place, but before she was being shipped away, Sarah never really payed too much attention to it. She heard that the place, among other things, had: gigantic robots protecting it, experimented on its prisoners, and was haunted. Which was weird, it was only open for twelve years, she didn't know where the haunting came from. Maybe she misremembered and there were moaning's. Sarah put that thought behind her and went back to ruminating in her cube.
Suddenly, she was jostled. A shout of frustration escaped h.er mouth. She quickly pushed herself up and waited. The cube seemingly stopped. Sarah jumped a little when the A.I spoke again:
"Hello there, Prisoner 012-180. How are you doing?"
"Good..." She replied.
"Thank you for your response. We are now opening the doors. Please, do not try and struggle."
A chill traveled down Sarah's spine. Just like the A.I spoke, the doors openend. She blinked in shock, right before a loud, yet feminine voice, spoke aloud.
"Prisoner 012-180, step forward. Resistance is subject to severe punishment."
Sarah nodded, right before she walked outside, she held both hands up. Three guardsmen, or women- their armors too bulky to tell, stood with pistols pointed at her head. In the back, a tall, yet a bit too curvaceous, woman stood in a grey business suit. A small hat with the letters "StAMCF" was stitched into her hat.
"I am Sub-Warden Piper Montague, follow me. Do not try and escape."
Sarah nodded her head, her movement slow and steady. Besides her, she could hear other women being led out from their own cubes. Her eyes wandered farther, a tall wall blocked any obvious escape from the courtyard she was seemingly stuck in. The air felt dry, and Sarah could tell it was due to the desert heat. Steady, she began to walk alongside Piper, only one guard followed. The other two went towards the incoming Cubes. The group began their march towards a long, black, monolith. Three doors allowed entrance. Sarah was a bit confused, right until she heard the distinctive hiss of an elevator.
The interior of the elevator was huge, it could've fit seven, maybe even eight, people inside of it comfortably. Puzzlement colored her features, but Piper barely gave her a chance to think this over.
"Come now, you're new home isn't going to be left waiting."
Forced inside, Sarah watched as the last view of the outside world was taken away from her. The shuddering hiss and mechanics of the elevator whirled in her ears.
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