The slamming clang sound of iron bars as the door to the cell ring forth the cry of doom to all that is natural.
It is not long after that it is learned the guards there consider their prisoners as if they were animals, as if beasts worse off than being dogs.
Diner was served, a metal pan filled to the brim with goat milk and various nasty looking bit and pieces of dice meat and tomatoes.
Night comes and the jail cell windows are but iron bars without any glass, allowing the flow of insects and cold rain to soak the bed where a prisoner must get their rest.
Men and women alike are inside the other cells, but it is at night than one as then two would make sounds as if they were trying to imitate beasts feeling pangs to mate.
Day four and come the late afternoon the guard brings to the cell a woman, she dressed in a sheet pulled down over her head, it covering her so the man prisoner cannot see any of her. She is ushered inside the cell. As tere she removes the sheet, letting her mate for the night see what he might get turned onto or maybe into something equal.