Rylee was stretched out on her bunk listening to the other prisoners on her cell block. She had a lot of time to kill since there had been no word on the missing prisoner or well anything else between her short shifts in the security department. There wasn’t much else for her to do until she could get to the gym, but she’d already spent her time in the gym. Now, unfortunately, she was only waiting for her next meal at the moment.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner