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The chosen prisoner, known among her peers as "Adder,"is chained to the wall of the cell.

iVndy and Breyann prepare the handcart and begin the process of moving Adder, they meticulously go over the protocol and safety measures required for transporting a prisoner. "Make sure those straps are tight; we can't have any surprises," Cindy instructs, her voice firm but not without a hint of excitement at the prospect of the demonstration.
Breyann nods, double-checking the restraints. "Safety first, as always. We've got to follow protocol to the letter. Adder here might seem calm now, but we know better than to take any chances."
Adder, for her part, maintains a stoic silence, her gaze fixed ahead as she's secured onto the handcart. Despite her restrained state, there's an air of dignity about her, a refusal to be cowed by her captors.
"Alright, Adder, let's take a little trip, shall we?" Cindy says with a smirk, trying to provoke a reaction, but Adder remains impassive, her resolve clear.

Cindy and Breyann guide Adder past an array of death traps, each more menacing and intricate than the last. Their attempt to explain the workings of these deadly devices, however, quickly devolves into a mixture of guesswork and comedic improvisation.

The first one here," Cindy begins, pointing to a complex contraption with spinning blades and flashing lights, "is the... uh, Spinny Slice-o-Matic, I think? It's very effective at... spinning and slicing, obviously."
Breyann, trying not to roll her eyes, moves on to the next trap. "And this beauty," she gestures towards a large tank filled with murky water, "is the Aquatic Doom Pool. Victims, I mean, intruders, get dropped in, and the... robotic sharks with laser beams take it from there. Or maybe they're piranhas? Anyway, it's very doomy."
Approaching a third trap, a maze of mirrors and lasers, Cindy attempts to sound knowledgeable. "This is the Laser Labyrinth. It's all about zapping with precision. Or getting lost. Honestly, who can tell with all these reflections?"
Realizing their explanations might be leaving more questions than answers, they finally approach the Incinerator, a trap they both understand—or at least, one they can explain without guessing. "This one," Cindy says with a hint of pride, "is the Incinerator. It's pretty straightforward. Victims are hooked onto that belt on the ceiling," she points towards the ominous hooks dangling from a conveyor, "and it leads directly into the mouth of the incinerator. No lasers or sharks, just good old-fashioned fire."
Adder, who has been listening to their dubious explanations with growing alarm, begins to struggle fiercely, hurling insults and demanding to be released. "Let me go, you crazy bitches!" she shouts, her face turning pale as the reality of her situation becomes clear.
Cindy and Breyann, momentarily taken aback by Adder's outburst, quickly regain their composure and work together to hold her down, ensuring she remains secure on the handcart. "Easy there, Adder," Breyann says, trying to calm the situation. "It's just a demonstration, remember? No need to get heated—pun absolutely intended."

Description
The chosen prisoner, known among her peers as "Adder,"is chained to the wall of the cell.

iVndy and Breyann prepare the handcart and begin the process of moving Adder, they meticulously go over the protocol and safety measures required for transporting a prisoner. "Make sure those straps are tight; we can't have any surprises," Cindy instructs, her voice firm but not without a hint of excitement at the prospect of the demonstration.
Breyann nods, double-checking the restraints. "Safety first, as always. We've got to follow protocol to the letter. Adder here might seem calm now, but we know better than to take any chances."
Adder, for her part, maintains a stoic silence, her gaze fixed ahead as she's secured onto the handcart. Despite her restrained state, there's an air of dignity about her, a refusal to be cowed by her captors.
"Alright, Adder, let's take a little trip, shall we?" Cindy says with a smirk, trying to provoke a reaction, but Adder remains impassive, her resolve clear.

Cindy and Breyann guide Adder past an array of death traps, each more menacing and intricate than the last. Their attempt to explain the workings of these deadly devices, however, quickly devolves into a mixture of guesswork and comedic improvisation.

The first one here," Cindy begins, pointing to a complex contraption with spinning blades and flashing lights, "is the... uh, Spinny Slice-o-Matic, I think? It's very effective at... spinning and slicing, obviously."
Breyann, trying not to roll her eyes, moves on to the next trap. "And this beauty," she gestures towards a large tank filled with murky water, "is the Aquatic Doom Pool. Victims, I mean, intruders, get dropped in, and the... robotic sharks with laser beams take it from there. Or maybe they're piranhas? Anyway, it's very doomy."
Approaching a third trap, a maze of mirrors and lasers, Cindy attempts to sound knowledgeable. "This is the Laser Labyrinth. It's all about zapping with precision. Or getting lost. Honestly, who can tell with all these reflections?"
Realizing their explanations might be leaving more questions than answers, they finally approach the Incinerator, a trap they both understand—or at least, one they can explain without guessing. "This one," Cindy says with a hint of pride, "is the Incinerator. It's pretty straightforward. Victims are hooked onto that belt on the ceiling," she points towards the ominous hooks dangling from a conveyor, "and it leads directly into the mouth of the incinerator. No lasers or sharks, just good old-fashioned fire."
Adder, who has been listening to their dubious explanations with growing alarm, begins to struggle fiercely, hurling insults and demanding to be released. "Let me go, you crazy bitches!" she shouts, her face turning pale as the reality of her situation becomes clear.
Cindy and Breyann, momentarily taken aback by Adder's outburst, quickly regain their composure and work together to hold her down, ensuring she remains secure on the handcart. "Easy there, Adder," Breyann says, trying to calm the situation. "It's just a demonstration, remember? No need to get heated—pun absolutely intended."