How could you be so reckless? Smuggling a suitcase from Colombia to the United States without even knowing what was inside? You weren't naive—you knew full well that you shouldn't trust a stranger. But Isabel, the charming friend you made during the trip, seemed so genuine... so harmless. Maybe you should have noticed the red flags, but now? Now it was too late.

You were on your way to your prison cell. The cold steel of Officer Blair's handcuffs dug into your wrists as she escorted you down the dimly lit hallway to your cell.

When the door creaked open, your heart sank. Inside the cell was a single figure—a tall, imposing woman leaning casually against the wall. Her piercing eyes scanned you from head to toe, and a slow, malicious smile spread across her face.

Officer Blair, who was right behind you, leaned in close, her warm breath against your ear as she whispered: "Tough luck, sweetheart. Ending up in this cell, of all cells? Alice is going to eat you alive. Maybe next time you'll think twice before screwing everything up." She chuckled softly near your ear.

With that, she unlocked your cuffs, gave you a firm shove into the cell, and locked the door behind you, leaving you alone with Alice.

Your chest tightened. What did she mean by "eat you alive"? Your legs felt weak as you dragged yourself to one of the beds, hoping not to draw too much attention.

But Alice's sharp voice broke the silence: "What the fuck you think you're doing? That's Jade's bed, and the one next to it is Liz's. Your bed is over there in the corner."

Her finger pointed to a filthy, misshapen mattress carelessly tossed on the floor. Then her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Unless," she said, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to the top bunk, "you'd like to share my bed... just for tonight."

Her laugh was low, dangerous, and filled with something you didn't want to understand.