Trouble is her only friend.. Who: Gypsy and Jed When: About two years ago Where: Prison outside Sundance What: Gypsy and Jed meet and break out of prison Rated: PG-13, violence, sexual content, and language
There was something about being in a cell with no windows. This cage bird was not singing as her fingers went over the bars that held her in. Idly her hand went across the bars, making a light ding sound with each hit. Her hair was piled up on top of her head in a bun. The guards had threatend to cut it all off and she had begged them not to. She did not beg for many things but her long locks meant something to her, something others could not fathom. Her hair sometimes got trimmed but never removed. Even if there could be a sly bitch rooming with her that might want to jerk it to make a point.
It would have been nice to have a roommate to bicker with, but she was considered dangerous despite her small size. People were afraid she could kill a roommate without a weapon if provoked. She found it amusing that they thought of her as a cold bloodied killer, if only because her record before this showed that she had been picked up with counts of prostitution and that she was a stripper. Obviously a bad apple, and all bad apples had worms waiting to bite and infect the world.
A girl did what she had to, to survive. In her eyes the man deserved to die. He had drugged her and raped her. It was self-defence. The jury did not view it this way. He had 'bought' her and she was there to steal from him something had gone wrong and she killed him. That was what the newspapers read though the article was so small that no one really noticed. No one really cared because the big story these days was the sudden deaths due to a virus.
Faedra could not help but notice how the guards were seen less frequently. There was now a sweet scent filtering through the prison that reminded her of a retirement home, the smell of people just waiting to die. Some were already dead and by the increase of flies she figured no one was bothering to bury them. Already breakfast had gone by and no one had come to open the cell doors to allow her or any other inmate to eat. There were a few calls out, for help, for attention, but no one was coming.
Then he walked in. Officer Bradly, a young officer who walked a thin line on the law. He made deals with criminals for favors, to help his pocket grow bigger. Not an attractive fellow, most women sneared at him despite the uniform that he thought should earn him respect. His black hair was always greasy and his fingers permnantly stained orange from eating one too many bags of cheese puffs.
"Look at you sad sorry sons and daughters of bitches. The world is comin' to an end and you're all gonna starve or waste away." He yelled as he walked by cells. He paused in front of one and snickered followed by a drunken hiccup. "Looks like you're already dead..."
Faedra stopped in her motions for a brief moment, trying to calculate how long it would take for that body to really start smelling. She had a rat die in her apartment once in the walls, that one rat had her sleeping outside on her balcony to escape the smell. Her eyes flickered to the sheets of her bed and she considered the option of hanging herself but knew she was not one for suicide, more for survival. Still she walked over to her bed and began stripping it of its covers, humming gently to herself.
Officer Bradley came up to her cell and placed his hands through the bars, leaning forward to let out a burp. "Thinkin' 'bout hangin' your" hiccup "self, pretty thing? Weren't ya h'ore or somethin' be'ore all this?" another hiccup. "Ya should get over 'ere and suck my dick." He burst out laughing as if he had made a good joke.
Men, she thought, her back still to him as she clutched the blanket to her then let it drop casually to the floor. Carefully she turned as her hand reached up to free her hair. It was a dramatic move and she threw it about her as she turned to look at the Officer with a sly little smile. He hiccuped and let out another burp as she walked towards him. She imagined she was giving him the look plenty of other strippers had, playing into the fantasy of someone actually wanting him. "Maybe I don't want to put it in the hole..." fatty, she added silently.
He swayed from side to side, now giving her a suspicious look. Her fingers reached out through the bars to pull him in for a kiss. At first he was uncertain then he leaned in, with the knowledge he was likely going to die soon and this pretty little number was kissing him. He did not even care if she had an STD. Faedra could tell he had not kissed a woman or at least not many because his fat lips were flabby and it felt more like he was sucking on her face. She had a good gag reflex though.
Carefully she stepped back from the bars, letting her fingers trail down the front of him. "If we're going to die.. might as well have a good fuck before it is all over." She purred. "And you've been the only man I've seen for days."
She stepped back further into the cage, to sit on the bed, tugging open the front of her orange prison uniform. It looked like the making of every bad porno, she knew it, but she doubted the guard cared very much. He was already fumbling for his keys but smartly locked the door behind him when he came inside. Then he pounced on her like a rabid rabbit, tugging at her clothes, fumbling with his pants.
He was rough, there would be nothing pleasent about it. His cheesepuff fingers were grabbing at exposed breasts as he muttered things close to her ear about her liking it, about her wanting more. The girl inside Faedra was whimpering, her heart beating fast, this was not pleasent and a part of her was scared. The more rational part of her that only thrived on survival quickly kicked in and when he lifted his head to press another kiss to her lips just as he got her pants off she shoved her fingers deep into the sockets of his eyes.
Officer Bradly let out a high-pitched scream that some men would call 'girly'. His fist caught the side of her face, nearly dislocating her jaw, as he franticly covered his eyes and stumbled off her. Now he was screaming profanities, things that might have made her blush if she was anyone else. There were a few cheers of approval from her cellmates in the women's ward of the prison but they were drowned out by her pulse that was beating so fast she thought she was going to have a heartattack.
The blanket dropped and forgotten was on the floor and since Officer Bradly could not see she grabbed it up and threw it around his neck. Sadly his hands were covering his eyes so it did not help much, only made him turn so that he could try another swing at her. She danced away, years of practice in avoiding beatings, and grabbed for his gun. One shot. It rang throughout the women corridors. Everything to her was silent, only a faint ringing, as she blinked at the now dead corpse of Officer Bradly. His brains decorated her bed and the blood soaked quickly into the blanket. She imagined it made a squishing noise but all she could hear was a bell that would not stop its song.
Clumsily and with shakey hands she found the keys he had used to get into her cell. It took a couple of keys until she got out. She also grabbed his security clearance card. When the others saw her free the called out to her begging, but before she could do anything she had to run to the bathroom and vomit. There were curses after her but she would come back for them later. First she had to get her composure. Which meant washing away the blood from her hands, try to get the feel of his eyeballs popping away from her digits, and ridding the taste of vile from her system. No alarm was sounded, there was no one to sound the alarm.
They had all been left to die.
Faedra opened every door in the women's wing. Even those that harbored dead bodies so maybe the spirit could feel free at the end. Then she opened the door for them to get out.
Once the women were all freed she made her way to where the men were kept, on the otherside of the prison. With each person she let go she felt a little more alive. When she walked into the men's ward she was welcomed with a bunch of cat calls. Most here had not seen a woman in months and she wondered if she should regret this or not...
"If you want out.." She yelled, walking to the center where she hoped everyone could see her, "I would suggest you were a bit more polite to the girl with the keys." Carefully the keys were held up and jingled and she paused to wait for the lude remarks to die down.