Post by Brenda Davis on Feb 6, 2010 13:00:41 GMT -5
The cells were cold, ice cold to the touch. It felt as there was a deep freezer in every holding cell and their were no plans on getting it fixed. The sounds of the cells vibrated throughout the jail as mostly sounds of prisoners playing with each other whether permitted or not. The looks on everyone's face was simply anger and confusion. That was the world they lived in and it would probably be where most of them stay. The attire was simple, orange jumpsuits and black shoes. If you were lucky you might be able to keep a watch or two, but there were things called pimps around here and what a pimp wanted, a pimp got.
The cells surprisingly weren't separated be females and males but instead just picked at random. The sounds of girls getting for the better term fucked wasn't something out of the ordinary. If you wanted to find a full course on getting pregnant, this was your place. Now...don't get me wrong, there were more than enough guys getting themselves token care of. The smell of angst was a big thing here and when there ain't anyone giving a damn, it becomes as normal as breathing. It's kinda sad how humans can allow themselves to become these monsters who prey on the weak but mankind was already a monster, didn't take a hound to figure that out. Speaking of hound, a woman, her hair long and wavy rested on a pillow in the bottom bunk. Her eyes stared up to the ceiling and a blank expression appeared over her face. She rolled her eyes and just couldn't wait to be out of here. she had been here in this same cell for about two weeks and the odor of pee was reaking on the exact pillow case, not to mention pads in the toilet was not a girls best friend.
Suddenly, the door opened as a woman walked in, her height was that of about 5,10 and she looked about one hundred and ninety pounds. She had been in this place for a long time and was known to go from jail to jail but never seemed to feel any remorse for her actions. Today however was when she would die. You see...today was her day of death and the trap was already ready.
"I fuckin hate these police. Always trying to get me!"
Her face looked with anger as she spit on the ground.
"Well whose fault is that Bertha?"
Brenda spoke in a monotone voice has she seemed to not even be paying attention to her cell mate. Bertha however looked with rage as she stared at Brenda.
" What you trying to say? You know I should---"
"Should what?" Brenda's eyes moved toward the woman.
"I should pounce on your ass!"
"I bet it be your dream come true huh, considering how that is your thing right?"
Bertha looked with confusion as she now walk closer to Brenda, her breathe and odor almost making Brenda want to vomit.
"What the hell you talkin bout?"
Brenda chuckled.
"Your a class act you know that. I mean you move from jail to jail and you continue to act like nothing is your fault. You may have not stolen that car but you did rape and abuse a seventeen year old girl and when she was released she thought about you day in and day out. How did it feel to take off her clothes and know that you were programming her to think that what you felt was love when it was really just your way of fun."
Bertha gasped as she looked at Brenda. Know one knew that, not anybody. It had brought Bertha in a loop as she crunched up her fist. You see Brenda had already took a piece of metal wire off her watch and sharpened it up with the bars when no one was watching. The size of it was pint size, possibly the size of a pea but it would do the trick. It rested under her sleeve and now it began to flow downward into her palms. The silent movements were just in preparation.
"You see Bertha...I'm here for one thing. I'm not here because I did something wrong or shot someone..."
Bertha's eyes widened. Her heart began to pound as Brenda just shook her head. These next few words she spoke in a serious and almost lifeless tone.
"I'm here to kill you.."
Bertha suddenly opened her mouth.
" SECUR--"
That was the last thing she ever said as the small wire shot into her throat with a flick of Brenda's hand. Bertha, in panic grabbed the wire out her throat, the blood splatting to the ground as she lie there motionless. Her face showed a woman who never expected her time would end now but she upset the wrong people and karma is a bitch. Brenda, standing up walked over the body as she smiled. The other inmates didn't even turn this way, almost as if they didn't want to know what was happening.
With a few words in Latin, her body disappeared as she ended up back in front of the police station. They had no records or files of her, probably because she was never admitted. You'd be surprised at what a good spell could get you. Taking a deep breathe she pulled off the orange jumpsuit and appeared wearing a Red T-shirt, black jeans and boots. Today, she was getting paid and was ready to eat.
Good times.
The cells surprisingly weren't separated be females and males but instead just picked at random. The sounds of girls getting for the better term fucked wasn't something out of the ordinary. If you wanted to find a full course on getting pregnant, this was your place. Now...don't get me wrong, there were more than enough guys getting themselves token care of. The smell of angst was a big thing here and when there ain't anyone giving a damn, it becomes as normal as breathing. It's kinda sad how humans can allow themselves to become these monsters who prey on the weak but mankind was already a monster, didn't take a hound to figure that out. Speaking of hound, a woman, her hair long and wavy rested on a pillow in the bottom bunk. Her eyes stared up to the ceiling and a blank expression appeared over her face. She rolled her eyes and just couldn't wait to be out of here. she had been here in this same cell for about two weeks and the odor of pee was reaking on the exact pillow case, not to mention pads in the toilet was not a girls best friend.
Suddenly, the door opened as a woman walked in, her height was that of about 5,10 and she looked about one hundred and ninety pounds. She had been in this place for a long time and was known to go from jail to jail but never seemed to feel any remorse for her actions. Today however was when she would die. You see...today was her day of death and the trap was already ready.
"I fuckin hate these police. Always trying to get me!"
Her face looked with anger as she spit on the ground.
"Well whose fault is that Bertha?"
Brenda spoke in a monotone voice has she seemed to not even be paying attention to her cell mate. Bertha however looked with rage as she stared at Brenda.
" What you trying to say? You know I should---"
"Should what?" Brenda's eyes moved toward the woman.
"I should pounce on your ass!"
"I bet it be your dream come true huh, considering how that is your thing right?"
Bertha looked with confusion as she now walk closer to Brenda, her breathe and odor almost making Brenda want to vomit.
"What the hell you talkin bout?"
Brenda chuckled.
"Your a class act you know that. I mean you move from jail to jail and you continue to act like nothing is your fault. You may have not stolen that car but you did rape and abuse a seventeen year old girl and when she was released she thought about you day in and day out. How did it feel to take off her clothes and know that you were programming her to think that what you felt was love when it was really just your way of fun."
Bertha gasped as she looked at Brenda. Know one knew that, not anybody. It had brought Bertha in a loop as she crunched up her fist. You see Brenda had already took a piece of metal wire off her watch and sharpened it up with the bars when no one was watching. The size of it was pint size, possibly the size of a pea but it would do the trick. It rested under her sleeve and now it began to flow downward into her palms. The silent movements were just in preparation.
"You see Bertha...I'm here for one thing. I'm not here because I did something wrong or shot someone..."
Bertha's eyes widened. Her heart began to pound as Brenda just shook her head. These next few words she spoke in a serious and almost lifeless tone.
"I'm here to kill you.."
Bertha suddenly opened her mouth.
" SECUR--"
That was the last thing she ever said as the small wire shot into her throat with a flick of Brenda's hand. Bertha, in panic grabbed the wire out her throat, the blood splatting to the ground as she lie there motionless. Her face showed a woman who never expected her time would end now but she upset the wrong people and karma is a bitch. Brenda, standing up walked over the body as she smiled. The other inmates didn't even turn this way, almost as if they didn't want to know what was happening.
With a few words in Latin, her body disappeared as she ended up back in front of the police station. They had no records or files of her, probably because she was never admitted. You'd be surprised at what a good spell could get you. Taking a deep breathe she pulled off the orange jumpsuit and appeared wearing a Red T-shirt, black jeans and boots. Today, she was getting paid and was ready to eat.
Good times.
