Hard Time's

Stitches

'You have to believe me I swear! Oh, I feel faint.' the Baroness pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. 'It was Lilah! It was Lilah!' she repeated in distress. 'Oh shut up whining.' the police officer rolled his eyes. 'Do you know who I am?' the Baroness demanded. 'Yes you're the murdering old hag from the house on the hill and if you don't shut up we do have a gag available.' The Baroness looked indignant as the police car drew up and she was dragged once again by the officers. 'I demand a lawyer! At once! Call Roger, where is Roger?!' The guards threw her into a cell where she continued to scream relentlessly. The officer groaned. 'Does she never shut up?' he murmured to himself.

The Baroness looked around the enclosed space and started to panic her breathing was fast she'd never felt so trapped. 'You can't do this to me! I am Baroness Von Hellman!' Sliding down the wall she placed a hand on her chest trying to calm herself. In contrast to this after the police had tidied everything up for the night Lilah crept out from the walls. She popped open a bottle of the Baroness's expensive champagne pouring herself a glass. Chuckling to herself she sat by the fire. 'Here's to you, Baroness.' she toasted laughing. The Baroness's eyes darted around the cell and she imagined she could hear the woman laughing at her.

The next day a female officer entered her cell and the Baroness quickly got up. 'Please, you have to listen to me. I didn't harm John. I swear I do!' The guard was not interested in her raving she tossed her a set of beige coloured scrubs. 'Strip.' The Baroness looked at the clothing. 'I beg your pardon?' she spoke slowly. 'Strip you are being transferred into the communal area. First, we need to check that you are not smuggling any paraphernalia.' The Baroness looked pale. 'I've not even been interviewed yet there must be some mistake.' The guard shrugged. 'No mistake, it was the orders of the chief, something about you calling him incompetent as always?'

The Baroness flinched backing into the corner like a frightened animal. 'No, no, please I can fix this let me talk to him please.' The guard sighed. 'Lady look, I volunteered to do this as a favour because the chief said he was willing to give you a thorough inspection. This is against protocol and as a woman, I stepped in. Now, please. Strip. And take off the jewelry so I can bag it.' The Baroness felt tears sting her eyes. She finally stopped talking realising there was no escape she stripped in front of the guard until she was naked. The Baroness kept her head held high and refused to shed her tears she would not cringe.

The guard checked her hair and behind her ears. 'Open your mouth.' she shone a torch into her mouth. 'Move your tongue. Good girl.' she checked under her arms and breasts. It was when the woman snapped on the rubber glove she flinched. 'W-what are you doing?' she watched her unscrew a jar of lubricant. 'I told you we have to check you are not smuggling in anything. Lie on the bed and scoot your knees up for me.' The Baroness's eyes were wide. 'No, please no.' she begged. 'Lady, please.' the guard sighed. Shaking the Baroness complied she lay on the bed and the guard checked her sex. She pushed her slick fingers into the older woman who stiffened. 'Nearly done. Get on all fours for me.'

The Baroness felt more humiliated than she ever had in her life. She started to think of you and how you had gone because Lilah tricked you. She missed you, your scent, your ability to calm her, you protected her and made her feel special. Now she was likely to die alone in a prison. 'Ah!' the Baroness blinked and groaned feeling the guard press her fingers into her arse. 'That's you all done.' The guard gathered the woman's clothes and shoes and then bagged her jewelry. 'Put the scrubs on and we will see about getting you settled on one of the wings.'

When the guard left the Baroness was hugging herself, she went over lifting the scrubs and examining them with disgust but it was cold she had no choice. The Baroness put on the unfashionable garments and the rubber grey shoes which had also been left for her. She sat back down on the uncomfortably thin blue mattress staring at her feet. It was all too much and she chose to escape into her memories. You holding her on the roof at bonfire night as the fireworks lit the sky, when you caught her on the stairs before she could fall, when you lay her on the piano and poured wine over her to lap up, when you pulled her from the gutter, when you extended down covered in moths, when you rubbed her ankle and made her laugh, when you took her with the strapon in hot passionate sex.

"Needle and the thread

Gotta get you outta my head
Needle and the thread
Gonna wind up dead"

'Hellman!' the Baroness was snapped out of her memories and looked up to see the chief of police. She regularly paid him off to make sure things would turn her way in legal situations. She also had been regularly rude to him. A nasty self-satisfied smile adorned his features. 'I volunteered to personally escort you to your new abode, your ladyship.' he walked over to her and she stood. 'You can't do this, I have rights, I demand a lawyer and an interview at once I've already been debased quite enough in this rat hole.' she snarled. The chief roughly forced the handcuffs on her wrists. 'Tell it to someone who cares about your ladyship, what's that?' he held his hand to his ear. 'Nothing, no one cares if you die and disappear.' he took her from the singular room and they passed several security doors.

The Baroness swallowed and felt her heartbeat increase as she was pulled through the prison. 'I always hoped you'd slip up one day and finally, you have. You were right about one thing it is a rathole.' he agreed as rats scuttled past. The Baroness screamed feeling a panic wash over her she pulled back as the rats scuttled past which resulted in the chief dragging her again. When they entered the wing the prisoners were still in their cells but the word of the Baroness's arrival had definitely gotten out. Everyone started banging on their cell doors, there were even a few wolf whistles. "Oi! Posh tart you ever had your pussy licked!" "Middle-class cunt!" "You ever been someone's bitch!" "I'm going to get you!" "I'm going to fuck up her face!" Were but a few of the statements she could make out from the noise.

The chief smirked slyly opening a cell and gesturing for her to go in. 'Your ladyship, I hope you find this abode to your liking. It sounds like your neighbours are eager to meet you.' he smiled. 'This won't be forever,' the Baroness spoke with as much confidence as she could muster. 'And when I do get out I can assure you the debt will be paid.' The chief did not buy it for one moment. 'Right.' he made to leave and looked over his shoulder. 'I love the new look, by the way, it really suits you.' he laughed and slammed the door shut.