[h3][b][u]Mika Harding[/u][/b][/h3]

She didn't quite remember how the fight went down but she had ended up in a real shit hole because of it. She lay there barefoot in her newly acquired grey jumpsuit covered in bruises from when the guards had their 'fun' with her. It wasn't an experience she wanted to repeat and so she complied with the rules until her body could heal. For now she would wait, and when the time was right she would castrate the guards that so eagerly made her life hell and burn this prison to the ground. 

She did her best not tot focus on the screams but was interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of her cellmate falling onto the floor. She didn't want to waste any energy on whatever idiot she had been paired up with so she just stayed still and hoped whoever it was didn't start any trouble. As it was now she'd have a tough time resisting an attack. She peeked over her shoulder and recognized the body in front of her immediately. "Oh good *cough* at least if I'm going to be in this shit hole I get to be in it with the richest guy in town *cough* fuckin' fantastic." In truth she was relieved that it was Walter and not some crazed sexual predator. It would be useful to have a friend. "Welcome to the Doghouse, at least that's what the guards are calling it." 

It was odd that she had been given a cell with a male. As far as she knew everyone usually separated males and females but given how unusually aggressive and trigger happy the guards were it actually wasn't the strangest thing going on by far. Perhaps they had hoped that in her weakened state she would be unable to defend herself and her cellmate would take advantage of her. That would give them a show for sure. This was no ordinary prison, which was all the more reason for Mika to hate it.