<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br/>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br/><br/>Ella stirred when the video was over hoping she didn't miss anything important in her grasping fantasy of home.   With a sad sigh she remembered the three strikes and life sentence that made her the property of Gen-Tech; this place was 'home' now.  A shudder rippled through her body and she felt the threatening press of tears sting her eyes.<em>No!  No more tears Ella.  These people feed off your pain, you know they do.</em>.  Instead she swallowed hard, her misery making a squeaking sound as it slid down her throat in a lump.<br/><br/>"You're with me girls..."<br/><br/>For a guard, she was rather colorful, pretty even though Ella was surprised to see the peircings; it seemed Gen-Tech had many lax standards.  The other 'girl' prisoner was about her age... maybe.  It was hard to tell, but on second glance Ella thought she might be younger even.  As the other three disappeard through the doors, there was the breifest of hesitation  as Ella stood shooting a glance back through the way they came in, knowing she'd never see this part of the facility again. Holding the towel against her belly and the toothbrush in her free hand, she turned her attention back to the female guard who had spoken -<em>"You will obey all officer instructions."</em>- and took her first steps toward an uncertain future.