After the altercation in the kitchen, the guards had taken Wanda to the hospital wing. The punch had knocked her out cold, which was honestly impressive. Carol and her group had taken snacks from the kitchen pantry before waving goodbye to Monica. Carol had promised they would talk later, so Monica held onto that thought. She was still a little terrified at the thought of Wanda eventually waking up and coming to find her, but for now she felt like she was safe. Seeing the woman she idolised so much as a child again after all these years had awoken a bunch of feelings inside of her, which jumbled together making this already confusing and overwhelming day that much more difficult.

They had all taken some time to calm down and eat something in the cantina before Yelena had spoken up again. "Well, that was the tour, pretty much. Normally it's not that eventful, but hey, you made my day entertaining." She was smoking another cigarette, and looked a little worn out. The group was sitting around a table, all dealing with their new environment in their own way. Yelena took out a clipboard and a mesh bag she had taken out of an office and cleared her throat, scanning over it quickly. "Now, at the beginning of the tour, Val asked you to remember your prison number. Do you remember it? It's of utmost importance." She took a bite of a grilled cheese she had made herself in the kitchen and eyed the group with a stern look.

Most of them had absolutely forgotten they had even been given a number, with all the things that happened since the search. Nebula however, spoke up. "#A57-1985." The number was said almost robotically.

Yelena looked impressed at the blue skinned woman. "Oh."

Normally, no prisoner ever remembered theirs, so she was taken aback. "Well, you were meant to have all forgotten. It's another form of torture Val likes to use. To scare ya." She scrunched up her nose as she smiled.

"Anyway, I'm just joking. I have your prison numbers here, and your ID cards. I do however urge you all to remember your number from here onwards, because they will punish you if you don't listen."

She got out a digital photo camera, which looked a bit dated. "We need to take a picture of each of you, as it will be displayed on your ID card. And lastly, you will each get assigned a cell. And with that comes roommates, as I said before."

Kate and Monica both immediately looked terrified at this prospect. Kate was terrified in general, but Monica realised she could quickly make many enemies here by accidentally mouthing off, on top of Wanda already hating her. What if she was bunked with the witch?

She swallowed heavily and spoke up. "Are…are they random? The cellmates?"

Yelena furrowed her brows at this interruption, wanting to finish up by now. "Yes, they are random. But I promise, you won't be bunked with that little witch, if that's what you're worried about. She has her own room. Some inmates have more influence than others, and therefore have privileges. I will urge you to respect them, or it will go downhill for you quickly."

Monica nodded, relieved. Kate however, frowned.

"That doesn't seem fair." She did not deal well with injustice and rather naively added. "We're all equal right? Why do they get special treatment?"

Yelena laughed openly and Monica scoffed. "You do realise how this sounds coming from an american white girl, right?" Yelena said, patting Kate's knee. "I would keep thoughts like these to yourself if you don't want to be shanked, Kate Bishop. Injustice is basically this prison's middle name. Deal with it."

Kate still wasn't convinced so she sighed. "Why do you keep using my full name?"

Yelena winked at her, but didn't answer her question. "Let's take pictures, ladies. I'll try to get your best side."

"What about Titania?" Jessica asked, because the celebrity was still in the hospital wing and wouldn't get a picture.

"I'll take care of that." Yelena assured her. She appreciated that Jessica didn't only seem to care about herself, even given her standoffish attitude. It reminded her a little bit of herself.

She waited for everyone to finish eating before moving them to an office. There was a computer there and a big empty wall with an off white blue screen in front of it. A guard was waiting for them there, making sure Yelena was doing everything correctly and checking that they didn't break any rules.

Yelena turned on the computer and put the strap of the camera around her neck. "Okay, I want to make this quick because honestly I'm just fucking tired."

She motioned for Kate to stand in front of the screen, as she was first in turn to take a picture. Yelena wasn't a good photographer by any standard, but it was not like the pictures would appear in a magazine. She focused the lens on Kate's face and paused. Zoomed in like this, she saw the slight blush of exhaustion and freckles on the archer's cheeks. Her hair was curly and a little tangled. It looked really cute.

"Did you take the picture yet?" Kate whispered awkwardly when Yelena didn't move.

The widow quickly blinked, snapping out of it and took the picture without looking. "Next." She said a little embarassedly.

Jessica stepped forward when no one else moved and looked at the camera with an expression of clear disdain on her face. For a woman whose job it was to take pictures of people, she actually hated getting her picture taken.

Yelena let out a sigh. Why did everyone always insist on looking so pissed off in their pictures? At least Kate had looked sweet. She lowered the camera and frowned. "You got a smile for me?" She said, smiling at Jessica as an example.

"Just take the goddamn picture" Jessica snapped while crossing her arms

"Сука…" Yelena cursed under her breath then she snapped the picture, bored. She hurriedly moved Monica and Nebula along too, taking their photo without even trying to make them look good. When she was done, she made them all wait around as she loaded up the pictures onto the computer and printed them out to be pasted onto the ID cards. The computer was tiresomely slow which annoyed Yelena even more, and she tapped her nails impatiently on the desk. Eventually, she finished and prepared the cards and then handed them out to each prisoner. "Put it on your chest like this." She said, and pointed at her own. In her own picture, her eyes were puffy and red and she looked tired and annoyed. When every prisoner had pinned the new ID card to their chest, the guard came by and checked all of them.

"Everything is in order." She simply said, and left the room.

Yelena gave her a mocking salute when she had turned her back to the prisoners, which made Kate snicker.

When they returned to the cantina, a bunch of guards were waiting for them. They were each handed a mesh bag filled with stuff they would need around the prison, like a pillow and towel. Yelena turned around to face the group. "This is where we say goodbye. These guards will take you to your cells. Also, please don't think me giving this tour means we're friends or anything. I will forget your faces as soon as I close my eyes tonight." She knew for at least one of them, that wasn't true, but that was nobody's business.

Monica & Nebula

Nebula and Monica were both marched down Cellblock D by the guards. With each cell they passed Monica hoped this would be where she parted ways with the insane woman standing next to her, but each time they were made to continue side by side. All around them, the strange alien inmates watched the new girls with lusty interest.

"You're mine, bitch!" Yelled out a Contraxian woman. It was unclear at who it was directed.

Nebula eyed her and immediately the gold skinned woman shut up and backed away from the bars of her cell. Clearly terrified upon realising she'd just insulted the daughter of Thanos. "I didn't mean anything by it." She loudly proclaimed.

The inmates carried on their way. The walk down the cellblock seemed to take forever to Monica, but eventually the guards stopped both her and Nebula at a cell on the second floor. "Alright this is your stop, maggots." Barked one of the guards and the cell door steadily drew open with a loud clanging sound.

"W-We'll be sharing a cell?" Monica asked nervously.
"Looks like it, Terran. We'll have plenty of fun together." Nebula teased. She gained a sense of sick glee from the idea of sharing a cell with someone so pathetic as this Earthling. Especially because she had been listening to the insider info she had been providing all day. Monica would possibly be hated even more than herself.

They both were shoved in to their new living space and the door slammed behind them. While some of the other prisoners seemed to be free to roam around, they were locked in for whatever reason.

Monica turned around, terrified Nebula was going to do something. She kept an eye on the alien while scanning the rest of the room.

Sitting cross legged on the bottom bunk was a stunning Krylorian woman. She had a tiny frame that made her look very small, light brown hair that was put up into pigtails, and overall had the air of a delicate princess about her. Her light pink skin contrasted greatly with her neon orange jumpsuit. She looked up at the two new women with apprehension, clearly not happy to be disturbed.

"Uh, hi." Monica said uncomfortably. She hadn't expected someone else to be there.

"Hello." The Krylorian said in a meek voice.

Monica looked from the one alien to the other and grinned painfully. "Uhm, while we are all gathered here, I just want to introduce myself. I'm Monica…Rambeau." She said awkwardly.

"Bereet-" the Krylorian started to introduce herself before being cut off.

"Great glad we could introduce ourselves." Nebula rolled her eyes "Now get off my bed."

For a second Bereet considered saying something, but she did exactly as told and stood at the wall of the cell. Nebula sat down on the rock hard bed.

Monica opened and closed her mouth a few times. "Uhm, I guess I'll take the floor."

"Why don't you sit here besides me?" Nebula asked in an intimidating tone.

"Okay…" Monica whispered, severely uncomfortable. She shuffled forwards and sat on the bed next to Nebula, but as far away from her as possible.

Nebula stared at her. "Are you scared of me?"

Monica started to nod but quickly turned it into a sort of shrug. "Uh, I'm scared in general right now. This isn't like a comfortable place to be in."

"I've been in a lot of prisons before and I know this…" Nebula grabbed Monica's chin. "A soft girl like you doesn't survive more than a day."

Monica's breath hitched in her throat. "I'm n-not soft." She panted. She wasn't sure if Nebula was trying to seduce her or was in the process of snapping her neck.

"Not soft." Nebula didn't laugh but it was clear she found that amusing. "The other girls would slather you up in Gunavian jelly and go to town."

"I don't even know what that means." Monica whimpered.

"It's not a good thing." Bereet not-so-helpfully responded. To which Nebula shot her a look.

"In short it means you'd be their little bitch."

"O-oh." Monica grasped at the dark blue sheets that were untidily sprawled across the mattress with her left hand and tried to scoot away from Nebula's grip on her jaw.

Nebula grabbed the collar of her jumpsuit and pulled her even closer. "I've never done that to another inmate before…but I want to try now." She loosened her grip on the uniform and brought her hand down to the zipper. With a sudden tug, she pulled it down.

Monica quickly grabbed Nebula's hands, and stopped her. "What are you doing?!" She said, alarmed. She looked at Bereet with pleading eyes, hoping for help. Maybe together they could overpower Nebula?

Nebula scowled and roughly grabbed Monica's hand prepared to hurt her, before having a better idea. She shoved her off the bed and towards the entrance of the cell. "You will undress the Kylorian for me."

Monica rubbed her elbow painfully. She scowled at Nebula. "No, I won't. She doesn't have to be a part of this."

With a sudden jolt, Nebula rose from the bed and stood domineeringly. "You'll do what I say, or I'll break both your hands and then do what I'd like with her."

"Fine." Monica said, convinced that Nebula had no problem following through on her threat. She rose from the floor, unsteadily and looked at Bereet, who seemed like she was trying to become one with the wall. She connected her eyes with the alien and mouthed "I'm sorry" before stepping forwards and slowly unzipping the girl's prison uniform. She tried to be gentle as she slipped the garment down the other's shoulders, revealing her light pink skin. She had small but perky breasts. Monica stopped, hesitating to continue undressing her and looked at Nebula worriedly.

"I didn't say you could stop." Nebula stared at her.

Bereet was entirely dazed as to what's going on. One minute she was just resting in her cell after work in the mines, and now THIS was happening. She looked around a bit frantically seeing if maybe a guard was passing by or anything.

Monica hooked her hands into the hem of Bereet's jumpsuit and tugged, slowly pulling her pants down. She helped Bereet remove them, and threw them on the floor. She looked at Nebula for approval, hoping she was satisfied with whatever sick game she was playing.

Nebula was more than satisfied with this show. Something about Weaver's search of her awakened something within her that made this far more entertaining then it would have been before.

Bereet suddenly was in her body again and meekly begged. "Please. Take her instead. I'll help you."

Monica looked betrayed and eyed Bereet and then Nebula, unsure what to do.

"Fine. Stand still for her."

Bereet broke free of Monica's grasp and then went through the same process, but nowhere near as gently.

Monica stood frozen. She had no idea what to do. Had she had her abilities, it wouldn't even have been an issue. But she was powerless against Nebula right now and trapped in this small room. So she just let it happen, closing her eyes.

After a bit of being roughed around, her jumpsuit fell to the ground. Bereet stepped back, hoping that would be sufficient. Monica quickly wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover up a bit.

Nebula laid down on her bed. "Come and lay next to me. You can stay there, Bereet."

Shivering, Monica shuffled forwards and sat down on the bed, with her bare back turned towards Nebula and her legs dangling over the edge.

Nebula grabbed her shoulder and made her lay back against the wall. "I'm bored." She complained.

"I'm s-sorry?" Monica offered lamely. She felt her insides quiver with terror, unsure what was going to happen. How did she end up here? She had always tried to do the right thing. Bitterly, she thought about Wanda and if she never met her, she probably wouldn't be here in this situation right now.

Nebula opened up her jumpsuit and got comfortable. "I want you to show me how to feel…pleasure". The concept of sex was new to Nebula, as was the idea of any personal pleasure, but here she was.

Monica flushed. "Have you never…explored that on your own?" She was equally uncomfortable and curious.

"No." Nebula answered simply in a sort of robotic tone.

"Oh." Monica couldn't even imagine having skipped that part of puberty, but then wondered if people like Nebula even had that sort of thing. She sat up slightly, leaning on her elbows. "Well, it's like, different for everyone." She felt a little weird discussing this in this absurd situation.

"Then explain it to me the best you can"

Monica shuffled into a sitting position, leaning against the cold wall with her back. "Well, your body has points that make you feel good. I don't know…if yours are the same as mine. But you can try to explore that with uh…your hands. Or whatever." She bit her lip awkwardly.

Nebula thought of the way she felt while being searched. "Show me."

"Uhm, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with that." Monica tried weakly.

"I don't care" She snapped, suddenly ready to be awfully violent again.

Monica let out a shuddering sigh. Guess she had no choice. She shuffled forwards on the bed, until she was close to Nebula. "Spread your legs." She whispered.

Nebula spread her legs, showing her blue sex.

With shaking hands, Monica slowly touched the inside of Nebula's thigh, moving up to stroke between her folds. She checked, feeling ridiculous. "How does that feel?"

"Pleasurable" She said again in a robotic tone.

Monica furrowed her brow. That didn't really sound like it was actually good. She carefully inserted her fingers inside Nebula while rubbing her clit with her thumb, unsure if this felt nice or not.

Nebula let out a subtle gasp, so Monica continued hesitantly.

Bereet sat down on the floor and contemplated her life choices, not even looking at the two other women.

Monica felt discomfort bubble in her stomach, but kept making the same movements until she couldn't anymore and quickly tried to pull her hand away. Nebula caught her hand with her metallic arm and held her in place. "I didn't say you could stop." She hissed.

Monica sighed and continued. She pushed a second finger in, hoping that this would be over soon. She definitely wasn't trying her best, the discomfort of the situation getting to her.

Nebula felt a tingling inside that was indescribable. She moaned again, louder this time. Loud enough the women in the cell next to them probably could hear. She was quickly building to an orgasm.

Monica was slightly spurred on by the sounds of pleasure, so she quickened her pace while zoning out. If this was consensual, she would be way better at this and even enjoy it. But she tried her hardest, so maybe the alien would leave her alone from today onwards.

"Fuck…" Nebula moaned as the pace hastened. The sensation of the Terran's thumb rubbing up against her clit pushed her closer and closer. Until with a loud hostile sounding cry she came.

Monica froze, slowly removing her fluid covered hand and wiping it on the sheets. She hurriedly shuffled backwards while Nebula was coming down from her high, and wrapped the blue blanket around her bare chest. Her eyes were wide and she wanted nothing more than to disappear.

As she calmed down after her brilliant high, Nebula simply said "That was fun."

Closing her eyes, Monica let out an uncomfortable laugh. "I'm sure it was." She hoped she could sleep soon, because the whole tour had already tired her out, and she was beyond exhausted after this horrifying experience.

Jessica Jones

Jessica Jones was led by a guard in the opposite direction of Nebula and Monica, towards Cellblock D. The walk there was filled with a cold silence that she honestly quite preferred. She really wasn't in the mood to have to talk to anyone right now, especially her captors.

When they entered the cellblock she was met with the lusy jeers she'd already expected from prison and so she chose to just ignore the other inmates best she could. It's not that she didn't want to punch them in the face, it's just that she was in no position to do anything right now and verbally engaging with them would just be more of an annoyance. The guard stopped her at a cell towards the back of the first floor and the door drew open.

Jessica took one step into her cell and then froze. A quiet "oh fuck" escaped her lips as she saw who her cellmate was. The guards must have chosen this cell with her own personal torment in mind or someone had pulled some strings to have things line up, because sitting on the bed with her knees to her chest was her adopted sister Trish, though she was hardly recognizable after years of being in this horrible place. She looked tired, her long blonde hair was knotted and clumpy, and she was rather frail.

Trish had undergone a massive fall from grace, having been a famous child actress turned host of a popular talk show to a violent drug addicted lethal vigilante and now inmate all thanks to Jessica. Her own dear sister knowingly handed her over to this fate.

Every day in The Raft had been hell for her. Without her powers here, she was nothing but a pretty blonde celebrity surrounded by the toughest and scariest women in the world. She was terrified for months as she was felt up and mocked. She couldn't count how many times a fellow prisoner had mockingly yelled out "It's Patsy!" (The name of her show as a kid) and would demand she sing the theme tune.

Eventually after the thousandth time being groped in the showers she had enough and she began to fight back. She punched Karli Morganthau in the face, but even that wasn't enough. The fight that ensued sent poor Trish to the infirmary. While she had some skills in self defence, she was no match for the master mercenaries and assassins this place held.

"Jessica?" Trish asked in surprise, it was clear from how she said her name she was bitter.

Jessica scrambled for the right response and just said a simple "yeah"

"So you're finally in the joint too." Trish smirked. "Do you know how long I've been hoping I'd see you marched onto this god damned hellhole? How many nights I prayed you would get to experience this place in all its awfulness as well? Now you're finally here!"

"Look Trish I'm really sorry…" Jessica began

"I don't give a fuck about how sorry you are!" yelled Trish. "This prison has been hell to me! I'm surrounded by the worst of the worst, been groped, mocked, asked to sing for those assholes, worked to exhaustion in the mines. I've rotted here for 5 years now and it's your fault!"

Jessica couldn't take it anymore. This was her absolute limit. "For fucks sake what did you want me to do Trish? Keep letting you roam the streets killing every shitty person you decided didn't deserve to live anymore. You were out of control. I tried to talk you off that ledge, but no you just did whatever the fuck you wanted to do! You don't deserve to be here, but I didn't have any other fucking options! You think you're the only one this pained? It broke me to have to be the one to have to stop you. And you think you can take your shit about being in prison and dump it on me? You don't get to do that!" With that, Jessica dumped her stuff on the empty mattress on the floor and plopped onto it, pulling the blanket over her and turning her back to Trish.

Trish sat their, flabbergasted, unable to speak, and turned around on her bed also.

Kate & Yelena

After the other prisoners had been escorted to their cells, a guard approached Kate and grabbed her arm. The thought of Kate being brought away to some unknown cell with unknown roommates overwhelmed Yelena. She found herself suddenly speaking up. "I'll take her." She said, grabbing Kate's arm too and started pulling her away from the guard's grasp. The guard opened her mouth to protest but Yelena shook her head. "Don't make me tell my sister. She will tell Valentina about your little relationship with the prisoner in cell 34."

The guard quickly nodded and brushed out of the room. The door fell closed with a bang, filling the silent cantina.

"What'd you do that for?" Kate asked, confused.

Yelena couldn't explain herself so she shrugged. "For old time's sake." She grabbed Kate's file, rummaging through the papers to find her cell number. Her face turned white when she saw who Kate was bunked with. "Blyad!" She swore.

"What?" Kate said, her voice an octave higher than normal.

Yelena tried to compose herself. "Nothing, just…not the best roommate." She closed the folder with a snap. "Can't be helped I guess, Kate Bishop." She tried to appear standoffish.

Kate gulped. "Am I bunked with Wanda?" She whispered, terrified.

Yelena let out a chuckle. "You don't listen very well do you? Wanda doesn't share her bunk with anyone. No, it's not Wanda. It's an Asgardian."

"Wait, that's a bad thing? Thor is Asgardian! And he's hot and seems nice enough. And a hero." Kate let out a relieved sigh.

"Well, they're no Thor." Yelena replied. She started walking, her feet feeling heavy. She felt weirdly jealous at Kate's comment on Thor's looks as she led Kate down the corridors of cells. Many prisoners looked at them and catcalled Kate. Yelena felt herself getting more and more worked up.

"You're going to shut up and go to sleep straight away." Yelena ordered Kate, as they were nearing their destination. "Don't talk to them or argue with her. Don't even make eye contact."

"O-Okay." Kate said, her teeth clattering. "Who is she?"

Yelena shook her head. "All you gotta know is she believes she is the queen of this place and she won't hesitate to stab you if you look at her the wrong way."

That didn't sound terrifying at all. "Great." Kate mumbled. Maybe getting stabbed on her first night would be an easy way out. At least then she didn't have to stay in this prison any longer…

When they reached the cell, Yelena stopped Kate, holding her shoulders with both hands. Kate felt surprised by the sudden close contact. Yelena looked into her eyes, opening her mouth to say something. But she couldn't bring herself to speak. "Just go." Yelena whispered, pushing the young archer towards the cell and slamming the cell door behind her. The widow could feel her heart beat loudly in her ears and immediately lit a cigarette, marching away from the door angrily.

Kate nervously stepped into the cell and faced her new cellmate.

Standing propped against the wall was a tall skinny looking woman with pale white skin. Her long oily black hair fell down over her face, giving her the look of some wandering spirit out of a horror movie. The almost undead look of her didn't match with the bright orange jumpsuit she wore in the slightest. She looked at Kate from behind her veil of hair and smirked with a certain level of malice that sent a chill down the young archer's spine.

Kate immediately brought her eyes down to the floor, trying to follow Yelena's advice. She blindly searched for a random bed on the floor, until her hands met with a mattress that was stained with blood. She let out a yelp, fell back and hit her head against the bed frame behind her. She rubbed the back of her head. "Ouch."

Her cellmate suddenly spoke. She simply said "Kneel."

Kate looked up at her. "S-sorry?" she whimpered, terrified.

"Kneel..before your queen."

"W-who are you?"

"I'm the goddess of death" she stated proudly. "Now kneel!"

"T-The Goddess of Death?" Kate wasn't sure if she believed that Death herself was standing before her locked into a prison cell, but either way, clearly, this person wasn't someone to piss off.

She tossed her things onto the blood stained mattress and lowered herself down onto one knee, kneeling before her. She felt ridiculous, but also terrified. Yelena should have prepared her better, she thought bitterly. She also wondered whose blood was on the mattress and what happened to them. Those definitely weren't period stains.

Hela gently placed her right hand upon Kate's head. It was good the new girl already understood her place before her queen. "You shall make for a good thrall."

"A what?" Kate asked awkwardly, still keeping her head lowered.

"My slave, a servant, one who does whatever I demand." Hela moved her hand and took a step back. "You may rise"

The archer rose slowly from her kneeling position and smiled uncomfortably. She eyed the bloody mattress again, her eyes big and scared. "W-what happened there?" She blurted out before she could help it.

"The last thrall annoyed me" Hela answered matter-of-factly.

Kate could not believe this. How did she end up with the worst cellmate on earth? "Did you kill her?!"

"Possibly" Hela boredly looked at her black nails.

"O-Okay…" Kate said, chuckling uncomfortably. She looked at the bag she had brought, which was laying awfully close to the stain of blood. There were no other mattresses to sleep on, just this one. "Is it okay if I unpack my stuff?" She asked in a shaky voice. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"Sleep on the mattress"

"But, it's dirty!"

"Do as I order, or it'll be your blood on there as well"

Kate stumbled over her own feet getting to her bag. She decided to spread her freshly washed, white towel across the blood so she could sleep on top of it. She kept nervously eyeing Hela, worried the woman might stab her if she turned her back to her for too long. Eventually, she got all her stuff out and fluffed up her pillow and then stood next to her bed, not willing to go lay down.

Hela took a seat upon her own bed. "Lay down"

"You know I'm just not that tired yet!" Kate said breathlessly, smiling at her cellmate. Her eye was twitching.

"What did I say about not doing what I command?"

With shaking hands, Kate lowered herself to the floor, stumbling onto the mattress. She curled up on her side, watching Hela out of the corner of her eye. She didn't dare close her eyes. She could feel her nervous heart beat in her throat and ears.

Hela simply rested on her bed and stared down at Kate. It was almost a shame the girl didn't have any fight in her. It was entertaining to break the spirits of her cellmates.

Kate took shallow breaths, keeping her eyes wide open, and didn't even dare to fall asleep the entire night, even after Hela's breathing had evened out next to her.