(un)Cuff me, Mister!

Barbie

Jasmine gasped as a bucket of cold water was splashed on her.

She coughed and huffed profusely while pounding her chest as the water had entered her nostril, suffocating her.

A slimy substance hung from her reddened nose when she tried to dispel the water.

"Do you job properly, you b*tch!"

The profanity came from a woman with a big body and messy curly hair.

"The toilet is clogged again. I need to take a dump. Go fix it!" the woman shoved Jasmine's head roughly towards the direction of the toilet.

Jasmine was on cleaning duty. She had to clean the common bathroom where the shower room and toilets were.

She was scrubbing the floor when the big lady, Barbie, came in and dumped a bucket of cold water on her.

Barbie was on top of Jasmine's list of people she wanted to avoid.

From her first day in Black River Prison, Barbie had treated her harshly. Most of the inmates that find trouble with Jasmine were part of Barbie's clique.

Jasmine fell on the floor of the toilet cubicle that Barbie had shoved her into. Her head almost bumped into the ceramic toilet bowl.

"Go unclog that toilet! Put your hands inside it if you have to," Barbie ordered in a loud voice.

Jasmine's head bowed down, Jasmine couldn't look up as she was too afraid to meet with Barbie's burning gaze.

Barbie always had that hatred gaze in her eyes whenever she looked at Jasmine.

Honestly, Jasmine couldn't understand where the hatred came from. Is it solely because she was a 'mat salleh' in their eyes?

Whoever she was and where she came from, wasn't she a human too? Why the need to hate her just because she was from another country?

With her head still looked down, Jasmine stood up to get the plunger from the bathroom cleaning supplies basket.

"Where are you going?" Barbie asked.

"To get the plunger," said Jasmine in a squeaky low voice. She tried her best to sound polite to Barbie. She even spoke in Cratia language, afraid if she use the international language, it would just make Barbie cursed her.

"I said use your hand if you have to," Barbie blocked Jasmine from getting out of the cubicle.

"If you are in a hurry, you can use the other cubicle. It's not clogged," Jasmine said. It was not that there was only one cubicle in the common bathroom. There was also a toilet in their own cell. What Barbie was so adamant about using this one?

"Are you trying to order me right now?" asked Barbie in a threatening voice.

Shaking her head profusely, "no. I'm just saying. It may take a while to unclog this toilet. You might get sick if you didn't do your business right away," Jasmine gave her reason.

Barbie scoffed, "Don't pretend to show concern for my health. Just do what I say," she said while still standing in front of the cubicle. She signaled with her chin for Jasmine to unclog the toilet.

Jasmine opened the toilet lid and, as soon as she did, she gagged.

(A/N: I'm saving you readers from the details)

Jasmine quickly closed back the lid and turned her head away from the toilet bowl. Not only did the inside of the toilet bowl look horrifying, the smell that came out from it also made Jasmine want to vomit her breakfast she had in the morning.

"What are you doing? Get your hand in there and take out all that shit," ordered Barbie.

Jasmine looked up to meet Barbie's eyes, "Please let me use the plunger," begged Jasmine.

Barbie peered deeply into Jasmine's emerald eyes. She gritted her teeth, looking at those green irises.

Those green orbs reminded her of the man that she hated from within the core of her heart.

This was the reason for Barbie's bullying on Jasmine. It was not only because of where Jasmine's from. It was where she was from and who Jasmine reminded her of. Those two factors were a contribution to why Jasmin was bullied by Barbie.

Decades ago, Barbie was not someone like this. She wasn't brash, rough, and big. Barbie used to be small, sweet, and kind and the reason she was called Barbie was because she liked to play with Barbie dolls and have collections of them.

Barbie was the nickname she got from her family. The gangster family or mafia, whatever you want to call it.

The nickname was given when she was a child, and it stuck until she became an adult.

Barbie was still sweet and acted like a proper lady until the day the green-eyed man came into their life.

Just like everyone else, she was star-struck with the man that came from a foreign country.

Something new, shiny and rare, was bound to get attention from those who never saw it. And Barbie was just one of them.

However, the man did something that was unforgiven for Barbie.

And since then, she hated the man and anything that related to that man from within her soul.

Jasmine was just one of the innocent bystanders who became Barbie's hate victim.

"No plunger. Use your hand or I will make you clean it with your mouth," Barbie threatened Jasmine.

Casting her eyes down, Jasmine slowly looked at the closed toilet bowl. Her stomach churned.

With a trembling hand, Jasmine opened the toilet bowl lid.

*Weeuukkk

She couldn't help but gag.

"What are you waiting for?" Barbie shouted, "go clean that up!" she roared.

"What's going on here?" a man's voice traveled inside the bathroom.

Footsteps produced by leather boots followed as the man walked inside to see what the commotion was about.

It wasn't bath time for the inmate, thus the bathroom was empty. There was only Jasmine and Barbie inside.

Jasmine was on cleaning duty while Barbie was there to use the toilet and took the opportunity to bully Jasmine when she saw her.

Felix looked at both of the ladies, from Barbie, who stood up in front of the toilet cubicle, to Jasmine, who was sitting on the floor.

Barbie looked at the new Head Warden, "I need to use the toilet, but the toilet is clogged," she said.

Felix furrowed his brow, and looked at the other empty cubicles, "there are other empty toilets," he answered.

Barbie scratched her nose, "ah yes. Never mind. My stomach is fine now. I'll go back to work," she said, and walked away from there.

As the brash and rough Barbie was towards Jasmine, she wasn't willing to get in trouble with the warden. It would just add to her demerits and prolong her stay in the prison.

Felix looked at Jasmine, who was looking pale, sitting on the toilet floor.

The lines on his forehead deepened.

"Stand up," he ordered.

Jasmine weakly stood up, she was still trying to hold back from vomiting her guts out.

"You..." Felix paused and looked at Jasmine up and down, "you got wet again."