Prison Pandemonium

Deena

Ever since Deena was little, people constantly called her Cain. Cain killed Abel, and because of that, he was shunned and forced to wander. It was how Deena had felt her entire life. Deena had been caught stealing medication for herself, and because of it, she was sent to this hellhole, where that bitch Skinner got her posse to skin half of her face off with a cheese grater, all because she stole her spot in the shower. She had been in "the box" ever since, along with the girl who had skinned her face.
Deena didn't know the bitch's name, but guards always called her "Hartman", and even some guards called her "fartman" which was the most annoying shit Deena had ever heard. Grown men acting like children.
She could hear "Hartman" screaming in the room next to hers, pounding on the walls and begging to get out. All Deena wanted to do was rip her fucking face off. When she had been sent to the box, she had cried a lot, which burned her skinned face. Doctors came in and out and treated her for the wounds that Hartman had given her because of Skinner.
She dreamed of revenge. Of hurting that bitch in the same way she had been hurt. She didn't just get to live life normally in this prison after horrifically mutilating someone in the way she had. All because of Skinner? Deena knew she would have little to no chance against Skinner, but she could dream.

One thing that Deena noticed was that less guards were in the box, like a LOT less. There were usually around 10 officers and guards patrolling the box, but now there were only 3. She had heard from the walls that something bad was happening. Something very bad. Nothing much could be worse in Deena's eyes than being locked in a cage like a fucking animal with half of your face missing.