<strong>Prisoner Theresa Anderson<br/>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br/><br/><em>"You are now the property of the Gen-Tech Corporation."</em><br/><br/>Terri's shoulders screamed in pain, as she hung from the overhead shackles. Each step was another agony as the guards herded her, and the the other inmates, out of the sub and into the facility. A recording reminded them of their place as they shuffled slowly forward - they were property, now, of a corporation. She wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't sound good. She shuffled as best she could in the shackles, hating every step into captivity. But what could she do? Ever since the police had grabbed hold of her and hauled her off, she had been sure some way out would present itself. Some chance to escape; a lenient judge, like the last time, or a corrupt one who was interested in something she could give. Something. Now, only now, it started to sink in that this might actually be her lot.<br/><br/><em>"You will obey all officer instructions."</em><br/><br/>So when a guard approached with a knife, Terri almost lost it. She hated, more than anything, the helplessness as the man reached for her, supremely disinterested it seemed. To her relief, he did no more than slice the clothes from her body; humiliating as that was, she had feared worse. That came, though, when she was bent over and something stabbed into her neck. An icy feeling flooded her shoulders and neck then, as the restraint system was injected. She kept her eyes clear of tears with an effort, and turned her cry into a snarl. If there was one thing she didn't want, here and now, it was to appear weak like the prisoners who whimpered and cried beside her. If she was trapped here, with them, she couldn't be the weakest; and if she could be strong, maybe it wouldn't be so bad...?<br/><br/><em>"Any act of disobedience will result in punishment"</em><br/><br/>She had no idea if she had succeeded.<br/><br/>Once the implants were tested, of course, she could not hide her pain - the burning, blinding agony was terrible and she whimpered in fear even when it was done. THAT pain was in the hands of all the guards here? That was what they would use to enforce discipline? She had expected beatings, she was, if not used to them, at least familiar with that pain. But this, at the touch of a button? She felt so helpless, all over again.<br/><br/>Trembling a little, she dressed in the simple uniform provided, and walked into the small room they were directed to. Her eyes flicked around, trying to get her bearings, as she awaited the Warden's 'welcome' speech.