Thread: El Cereso Prison (Steel Butterfly & Adam)

Joanne clenched her jaws upon another when the pain shot through her arm, muffling what might otherwise have been a more vocal expression of the pain. She refused to reward Hugo's harsh movements with screams yet again, instead wincing slightly before his grip eased around her hands. The momentary relief was followed by the familiar cold sensation of metal and Joanne knew that she was cuffed once again. The only difference being that this time, she was butt-naked, her wet body still shivering due to the lack of clothing. However, her mind was not on her own body at the moment - instead dwelling upon the poor human... Creature which had sat underneath the desk. Now that she thought about it, her wary mind producing little scraps of the woman's face - she realized that there had been something off about the sounds she made, about the way in which her lips had moved. Joanne felt a shiver run down her spine - one not inspired by the cold - once the mental picture which Geraldo had painted - was completed in her mind. How the poor thing would have suffered, her mouth - and most likely considerable parts of the rest of her face and even neck - a bloody mess. She winced in sympathetic pain while she ran her tongue along her teeth, trying to force the image out of her mind again. Of course, Hugo was so kind as to provide her with a painful distraction when he suddenly grabbed her by her hair. For a moment, she felt panicked - suddenly afraid that Hugo had found himself inspired by Geraldo's story and that he would eagerly follow Carlos' example. But the pain remained limited to her head, his rough hand yanking her head forward. The gesture forced the woman into a position which left even less of her already shattered dignity. She struggled to keep up with the pace, her legs fumbling to keep herself moving without stumbling over her own feet. Only once did Hugo let go of her hair - but rather than release her fully, she suddenly felt his flat hand slam against one of her shivering ass cheeks. She would have fallen at that exact moment, the sudden sting against her now glowing cheek sending her off-balance were it not for Hugo's quick response. His hand was once again where it had been before - grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her upright, forcing her to maintain balance in an extremely painful manner before he simply forced her head downwards again. Joanne had yelped in surprise when the hand had impacted her cheek - leaving yet another imprint of Hugo's hand on her body - before it had turned to a low growling as she was forced to keep her dazed body marching along. She faintly registered the chuckling of one of the men and needed not to look up to see the smug grin on Hugo's face while he continued to pull her along by her hair, humiliation, pair and anger causing painful tears to sting in her eyes anew. The pain in her head had dimmed to a more constant nagging when she was forced to stop. Joanne registered the sound of a lock being opened just before her arms were released from the cuffs once again. A cell was being opened and while she was still processing the annoying sweetness in Hugo's voice, the pain in her head flared anew. It was followed by pain flaring up in her knees, arms and hands - the impact with yet another floor harsh and painful. She scrambled on all fours, moaning softly as pain continued to blossom throughout her utterly confused body. Vile smells stung at her nose, causing her lips to curl downward in disgust while her gaze swept the little cell. The seemingly ancient man which laid on one of the beds caught her by surprise. Her brow furrowed with concern as a horrifying image of herself reaching such an age in this environment crossed her mind. Her clouded mind was still processing the man's appalling appearance when Geraldo's voice gave the peacefully sleeping man a more sinister outlook. El Estrangulador. Not exactly a reassuring name - even though Joanne doubted she would find any such names here. Still, the name inspired a quiet fear - strengthened by the fact that she not at all 'ahead' of this man, having been charged with murders she never committed instead. Joanne found herself instinctively backing away from the man, resting her slightly shivering back against the other bed while she stared at the sleeping figure. She doubted the man's apparent age would proof to be in her favor either - surely anyone who managed to survive in prison this long had to be quite... Her trembling body was still dealing with the pain and shock of moments before when Geraldo suddenly closed her prison door, sealing her away from the two handlers at last. However, the sound had unfortunately awoken her new cell mate. Joanne did not even dare to look to see if her two handlers were leaving or not - keeping her green eyes on the sinewy figure on the bed near her instead. She masked her slight fear quite admirably, trying to focus on her anger and indignation instead rather than her naked and vulnerable body and the cramped space which she shared with another convict.