I hit the light switch in my panic for something and caught a brief glimpse of the person on top of me. It was a man, late 20s, dark hair and skin, he...pushed my head to the side before I could see anything more of him. He yelled at his accomplice for the blindfold. As they did this I got my hands free and dug my fingernails into the hand covering my mouth and holding my head down. I managed to kick the man off me, he fell to the ground, I got to my feet to run to the door but the other person,. There was nothing remarkable about my apperance. I had dark brown hair, kind of shaggy, all around my head, small lips, and a good build. I wasn't a football player, but I wasn't chubby either.My skin was relatively pale, with last summers tan wearing off, and winter not letting up for a couple days of sun, but my most noticeable feature was my eyes. They were a bluish grey, almost white. I got used to them, but they were still novels to the others around me.I stood up slowly and stretched, my. A few weeks later I learned from a guard that I was being 'reclassified' and would probably soon be transferred to a lesser security prison.This actually took a few months to arrange, and I supposed I owed it all to the new psych shrink who actually could be bothered to do her job herself, instead of just following what everyone had written or said before her.The next 4-1/2 years were in a lesser security facility, not quite technically 'low security' but not really 'medium' either. I had a. She tried to kick at them, but they saw it coming and moved out of the way. Theresa leaned forward and grabbed Leonora’s chin, forcing her to look in her eyes. “Now, let’s see what we have to work with here, yes?” Theresa released her chin and walked around Leonora, now held firmly by the other girls. “Tsk ... sweatpants and a t-shirt ... no wonder your husband wanders out to the clubs ... oh!” Theresa stopped and exclaimed, having gotten around to Leonora’s plump, rounded rear. “You come in.