name: David Shaw<br/>species: Human<br/>Age: 25<br/>gender: Male<br/>guard/prisoner/creature: Prisoner<br/>expendable/not: No preference but prefer to be bite size compared to pred, no hard vore<br/>Description:  A shorter than average male, short dark hair, hazel eyes, fair skin.<br/><br/>A prison van rumbled down the road.  In it was a prisoner surrounded by four guards.  His shackles were heavy duty.  He had a muzzle, and his hands were connected to a chain around his waist connected to shackles at his feet.<br/><br/>"Stop staring at me, inmate," said the guard, corporal Watts.<br/><br/>A senior guard growled, "don't encourage him."<br/><br/>Shaw didn't stop.  Or blink.<br/><br/>"You're not going to escape this time," Watts said.<br/><br/>"They said that at the last prison," Shaw said.<br/><br/>"This one's different.  Now you're gonna do your time for all the people you killed."<br/><br/>"I never got convicted of that.  Just theft." he thought for a moment, "and escaping prisons."<br/><br/>Watts poked him with a cattle prod, "I want you to remember how you feel right now when you're in there.  Keep feeling like you're smarter and tougher than everyone else."<br/><br/>"Not everyone.  Just you."<br/><br/>Watts stood up and leaned over Shaw to threaten him.  Shaw stood up, cracking the crest of his skull against Watts' nose.  The guards immediately dogpiled him, kicking, punching, and shocking him.  For the rest of the ride Shaw was quiet, but he never stopped staring at Watts.  He slid the pen he took off of Watts up his sleeve.<br/><br/>They arrived at the prison, the guards leading a bloody, muzzled, and grinning Shaw in by poles like he was a rabid dog and they were Animal Control.  They led him to a temporary cell, removed his restraints, and left after filling out the paperwork.<br/><br/>Shaw leaned up against the bars and sneered.