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one ────────────── desolation row!
"Leave me alone. I'm reliving my crimes." Elina yelled loud and sarcastic, hands behind her head as she stared up at the ceiling of her quiant cell. Her legs were crossed leisurely, slightly swinging to the sound of distant music coming from the common area. She wasn't annoyed by the rapping knocks at her door, uninterested in the fact that she couldn't have one moment to herself anymore—but, that's kind what you get for being in Belle Reve. It's constant torture and agonizingly slow days. For Elina, it wasn't even worse that she had to wear the goddamn largest hunk of metal around her neck constantly—a power dampener to prevent her from going psycho again and killing a guard with his own keys. Her first week in Belle Reve was interesting, she had to admit, but he was the one taunting her. So? She clipped his keys off his pants and penetrated his neck with it with just the move of her hand. That landed her in solitary confinement for about a month but, she thinks it was worth it?
It was hard to tell what was and what wasn't anymore. Elina's days had started to blur together—she didn't even know what day it was anymore. Maybe it was Tuesday? Or Friday? "What?" Elina snapped, sitting up from her bed. The cell door screeched as it opened wide, revealing none other than Amanda Waller. Elina groaned at the sight of her, pushing herself back into the bed. "I want nothing to do with you today, lady." Elina stated, closing her eyes and resumed her previous position. It wasn't everyday that Waller came in her bugging Elina about some redemption, but when she did, Elina more often than not gave the woman shit for it.
"Get up, Alman. We have to talk." Waller ordered sternly. Elina could picture the way she was standing—the image of Waller standing with her hip popped and arms crossed over that ugly purple blazer stuck the back of Elina's eyelids. "I'm good, Waller. Today's the one day I get off from kitchen duty. Let me rest a little, why don't you?" Elina asked, moving a little to get more comfortable. A small feeling prodded Elina's thigh, a simple short stick had her sitting completely upright and gripping her limb as if it had been shot repeatedly. A guard behind Waller had the stun stick, scowling. "What's wrong with you? I didn't do anything! Last I checked you aren't supposed to beat on prisoners who didn't beat on you!" Elina barked, rubbing the hurting skin.
"I told you to get up, Alman." Waller stated.
Elina furrowed her brows, pushing herself off the bed to stand. "What do you want? It's Friday." Elina questioned, crossing her arms. "It's Wednesday." Waller corrected, boredly.
"Is it? Like, actually?" Elina gawked.
"Shut up and follow me."
Elina reluctantly complied, following Waller out of her cell and into the common area. Waller began to speak. "You know the deal. Successfully complete the mission and I take ten years off your sentence—that practically makes you a free woman, Alman. Do you like the sound of that?" Waller asks, leading Elina to the medbay. This again? "I said no. I don't wanna be part of your stupid little suicide mission." Elina snapped, freezing in the hall. Waller turned slowly. "You don't have a choice this time around. Go." Waller ordered, opening the door to the medical wing. Elina clenched her jaw and kept her words to herself, stepping into the room.
