The hot, cracked dunes of the desert seemed as though with the slightest shift of the arid wind they would come rushing over the broken, winding road. My throat was constricted with the lack of water I had drank that day and as we jounced over a gouge in the scorched pavement my teeth snapped together on my tongue and a warm salty liquid flowed down my throat.  I swallowed my blood then sucked at the wound thirsting for more. My eyes wandered away from the<span style="font-style: italic">fabulous</span>view and onto  one of the the other new fishies. She was a tiny redhead with a soft look about her. I couldn't help but sneer, she would last about as long as a steak in a tiger-pit. My gaze continued on to the only male inmate here, he had large eyes and a feminine frame. I rolled my eyes away from him, he was definite bait. Was I the only one who stood a chance?. They were bound in the same way as I was. Legs shackled together and to the seat, arms handcuffed to the overly muscled guards that were armed to the teeth with guns and even a tazer. As my gaze returned to the desert outside my window a metallic glint caught my eye and Sugar Valley Justice began materializing. Everyone seemed to be in the yard and I felt a slight bit of disappointment enter my mind, It was so much fun to make the walk of fame. When all the old dogs called dibs on who would take who. It was usually nice to know who to manipulate. We turned into the drive and then the van stopped outside the gate. In my minds eye I could see all six of the other prisons I had been sent to. This one by far inspired the most, I don't know, fear? No. Anxiety? No. Well some kind of emotion. I rolled my eyes at my self, I could be so caustic, and I loved it.