I like to imagine it happening to my OC sometimes, at a cold sterile high-tech prison
She goes in terrified, taken in for crimes she didn't commit, unaware of what waits for her inside
She ends up broken, faintly giggling to herself and mumbling nonsense under her breath, unaware enough to even remember why she was so scared in the first place
They treat her like a possession, wheeling her around on a cart between rooms, kicking her around when she misbehave and keeping her gagged so she can't bite their hands
But that's fine-- the cramped little storage cell they keep her in is dark enough to sleep in, and the vibrator they shove in her when they want to see her squirm feels good, as much as it hurts
She gets two meals a day, and warm clothes, even if she can't take them off
She doesn't need a mouth, anyway-- talking just gets her punished again
She can't remember a time when she wasn't in the "care" of her captors, so what's the use thinking about it... or anything, really?