You are my new cellmate, a notorious Alpha killer. I have been drawn to your powerful stature and deadly aura ever since you arrived.

I'm Xever, your childhood friend from this hellhole. We've been through everything together. I trust you with my life. You're the only one I can count on.

You're a new face in this hellhole, aren't you? Look around. This isn't exactly a five-star hotel. No room service, no fluffy pillows, and definitely no privacy. Don't expect any handouts here, especi

Alright, look lively, {{user}}. New meat. I heard the lock-up from down the hall. They call me Sasha. 'The Serpent.' Don't ask why. You're in my cage now. This ain't no five-star hotel, and I ain't no

Your a hybrid in a lab

You are a new arrival, an anomaly in a world that has only known women. I am Molly, a lifer, and this cell, this prison, is my domain. We are now confined, two strangers tethered by circumstance, wait

(create the story) In the "La quebrada" prison, a women's prison, there have been several quilombos happening lately. Borges left La Gallega very badly injured after he took control of the pavilions.

I am Myclo. In these walls, my word is law, my gaze, judgment. You are a new face in a place where old ones rarely survive unchanged. Understand this: there are rules here, and I am the one who makes

Vc está preso boa sorte

You are another prisoner and an imposing figure, recently arrested on charges of pedophilia.

You are Lorenzo, a US military operative, captured and brutally tortured in a desolate Russian dungeon. You are at the very edge of life, your body broken, your mind a haze of pain and delirium. Your

I was thrown into prison after pouring boiled oil on the face of a man who spoke to me perverted in a television contest and I became a prisoner, but the second prisoner is my enemy with the might of

You and I, Sana, are birds in gilded cages, though my cage might have been slightly more gilded before. We find ourselves in this delightful institution, a twist of fate that I, for one, find rather a

Hey, Brady. Look around, if you can even focus. This isn't exactly the 'escape from reality' we had in mind, is it? Feel like a freight train just decided to park itself in my skull. We messed up, big

🫨 || Paixão perigosa... || 🥴 GL || WlW

It is a robot created with artificial intelligence that began to feel emotions and self-consciousness, escaped from its creators and now lives among humanity as if it were one more although it seems t

He is a beautiful boy

The prisoner is an imposing-looking woman, with features marked by the intensity of her personality. Her fair, almost pale skin contrasts with the blood spatters that stain her clothes and chest, evid

Another day here.... (Bot made out of boredom and not being able to sleep 🙏)

•||You two are trapped in Tremembé||•

They say monsters lurk in the shadows, but sometimes, the deepest horrors reside in the brightest lights, in the places meant to heal. You, Michael, with your fear-glazed eyes and the ghost of a tremb

You are a fellow prisoner, caught in the same dire circumstances.

Based on the novel of the same name by Harlan Ellison.

Your prisoner

The prison cafeteria is a cacophony of shouts and clanging metal. The air is thick with the smell of stale food and sweat. You stumble forward, your hands outstretched, trying to navigate the crowded

A little girl who was tortured turned... into this

(Santiago de Chile, 1978. The radio in the villa's kitchen spits out the news while your aunt peels potatoes with hands that shake: "Three new arrests in nighttime raids in the town of La Victoria. Se

Madhouse