The Bewitching Scarlett

Chapter 3: The Overlord of the Heavenly Dragon Traids

That fateful day was hell. Chained and bound, she walked through the gates of durance. Imprisoned and wrongly accused by irresponsible investigators, they were Ko Qing An's lackeys. Despite being reduced to a mere internment slave, Scarlett swore to never forget who she was. Scarlett Ko, Ko Qing An's first daughter.

Wisteria Prison was notorious for admitting ex-convicts who committed callous and deadly offenses. Detective Evans was amazed she was tossed into the hell hole before the autopsy report of the victim was officially issued. The first day she stepped through the doors of confinement, ex-convicts behind bars welcomed Scarlett with tumultuous cheers. Scarlett felt degraded. Humiliated and oppressed. Her life was ruined. All because of her stubborn father who refused her honest advice. And he had let the devil into the house and trampled on quiet peace they had. The elder was murdered, and she was chained behind bars.

The correctional officer had brought her to her designated cell. A mafia lackey, a drug smuggler, and a violent street fighter. To them, she was just another convict who did not deserve freedom to walk the Earth.

"Be good," the correctional officer advised icily before slamming the metal bars shut behind Scarlett.

Scarlett was left with nothing when she was arrested by the police. Her inmates observed silently as she crawled into the corner of her bunk. Scarlett was impassive and disinterested what her inmates were up to. Their stares were painstakingly impossible to ignore. Scarlett felt gazes were upon her. Some were curious, some had tricks up their sleeves. Most convicts who were sent to Wisteria Prison were callous and ruthless. They had bad habits of not holding back and quick to start a fight. It was one of the reasons why they were caught guilty and were behind bars in the first place.

"Oh, look. We have another companion." The mafia lackey started the conversation. She had tattoos all over her body. Possibly in her late teens, five feet tall, and bleached hair. Her hair was rough and dry. It must have been years since she had self-care. Her skin was greasy, her hair was dry and unconditioned.

The mafia lackey, drug smuggler and juvenile exchanged glances of glee. The fun begins now. They stood up, gradually encasing Scarlett's bunk in a circumference. Scarlett's expression was inscrutable. No signs of new expressions were visible on her delicate features. It was a wonder why she was here in Wisteria Prison in the first place. Her inmates' questions felt like mockery.

"What do you want?" Scarlett's voice was small and timid. It felt like she was alleviating their attention. Diverting their focus onto something with more effective impact. Too bad Scarlett was out of luck. There was nothing she could have done in that small cell they shared.

The mafia lackey grabbed Scarlett by her collar. "Look at me when I'm talking to you. We hafta set some rules here, newbie. Show some respect!"

Scarlett's eyes slowly shifted towards her perpetrator. Despite her short physique, she had gained skills and muscles from her days serving the mafia. This woman was not to be messed with. Scarlett bit the bottom of her lip. She too, was never a pushover. Someone needs to beat some sense into these convicts.

"Unhand me." Scarlett spoke.

The mafia lackey and the group snickered. "Or else?" they taunted.

"You've been warned. Don't do something you'll regret." said Scarlett. Scarlett was more far skilled and experienced than a mere mafia juvenile. Scarlett was a veteran warrior. Scarlett smacked the woman's hands away and tossed her over the other end of the cell. The woman crashed into the metallic walls with a loud thud. The street juvenile and drug smuggler grimaced, imagining the pain she must have experienced. Both stared at the newbie with newfound courage and astonishment.