Bad Girl

It's like she wants to get herself killed

When you wake later on you see the older woman has not moved from the corner of the room she is curled into a ball and she has dosed off. You take her in, she's a beauty that's clear her age adds to her beauty but you immediately feel bad. Her head rests on her knees and with her hair piled so high her neck must be killing her. Still not your problem. You change into a pair of jeans and a white vest top luckily the prison has no uniform. The guard opens the door, he's a short grey-haired man with a mustache. '(y/n)' he looks at the Baroness then hammers on the metal cell door to wake her. 'Hellman, up, you have a meeting with Reynolds and he doesn't like to be kept waiting.' The Baroness is groggy and her neck is stiff as she awakens. 'Huh?' The guard rolls his eyes and walked over grabbing her roughly by the arm and dragging her up. The Baroness winces in pain and her body aches from sitting all night. 'Move.' he gives her a shove making her stumble she winces as she falls into you.

You quickly steady her she looks at you and frowns pulling from your touch at which it's your turn to roll your eyes. At first, you had been going to say something about how rough he was being with her but fuck her, the princess can fight her own battles. You head out and go downstairs Natalie is opening doors for other prisoners and you share a smile. 'Oi, oi! Posh bitch alert.' one of the inmates calls as the Baroness walks downstairs her head held high. She looks so out of place in that ball gown. Not your problem. 'That's the bitch that kept waking us up Barb!' a young girl calls to an older woman with multiple face tattoos the top of her right ear is missing. The woman with her gang of thugs approaches the Baroness stopping her. 'You disturbed my beauty sleep, I don't likes having my beauty sleep disturbed do I knuckles?' One of the thugs cracks her knuckles. 'No, she don't like that at all.'

The Baroness keeps her head held high. 'Hm? Oh, so that's why you look like that? I thought you were just hideous in general thank goodness a bit of sleep will cure it.' A few of the girls laugh at the Baroness's wit. 'You better watch your back posh tart, I bet you'd make a nice prison bitch, smack the posh right out of you.' The Baroness looks amused. 'It's called breeding dear, you wouldn't understand.' The guard comes up behind her. 'Alright break it up, Reynolds wants to see her, you know he doesn't like to be kept waiting, ladies.' The women reluctantly back off and let her pass the baroness is taken to sergeant Reynolds's office. You are reading your book peering up watching the scene. 'Bitch is gonna end up dead before dark.' you mumble to yourself.

'Heard you got a new cell mate.' Natalie teases standing beside you. 'Don't get me started.' you place a bookmark to keep your page. 'The woman is a nightmare she has done nothing but scream like a goddamn banshee since she arrived last night.' Natalie chuckles. 'You know I actually kind of feel bad for her.' You put your book down. 'Go on?' 'Well she had it all, fame, fortune, she lived in luxury now look at her. Sleeping in a tiny cell locked behind bars. It is a great deal to lose. It must be hard.' You laugh. 'Babe, I wouldn't lose any sleep over her, I've seen the type before, little miss fortune will buy her way out of here just watch. Probably friends with the sergeant.' Natalie comes closer. 'Not what I heard, apparently he worked for her and she wasn't very kind to her employees.'

You consider this for a moment. 'It'll be fine.'It's lunchtime before you see her again she looks pale and some of that smug bitch look is gone. She doesn't make eye contact as she heads up to your room still in the silver ball gown, fuck, this is a mistake. You follow her up and when you get to the door she is facing the mirror but her eyes have closed a hand on either side of her head. You knock, fuck, why are you knocking it's your room?! She opens her eyes and turns to you looking you up and down. 'Yes?' she asks like you are her maid. 'I- I just wanted to check if you were okay, you looked a little pale earlier. Have they not brought your clothes in yet? You can borrow one of my sweaters if you are cold?' The Baroness blinks. 'My life is ruined, I went from riches to rags, Im in a cage run by a sadist and sharing a shoe box with well what are you? A streetwalker? A drug addict, oh never mind it's all so depressing.' she again eyes your body turning her nose up at your clothes. 'I don't do non-branded dear and I think I've endured enough humiliation without wearing one of your garments.'

You blink. Well, that was a long-winded rude way of saying no thank you. 'Okay. Well, I'll just go fuck myself then shall I?' The Baroness shrugs. 'What is the saying, whatever floats your boat?' she turns back to the mirror. 'Whatever, just don't touch my stuff and stay on your bunk or if you want to spend another night in the corner beside the toilet you are welcome to, posh bitch.' you walk away angrily. It's dinner time before you see your new best friend again you see she has been given a change of clothes she's in a tweed skirt and a dark brown silk blouse. It's still over the top but at least she doesn't stand out as much now. You go back to eating, she grabs a tray and takes it to the counter waiting to be served.

The woman who is serving winks over at Barb as she drops the food sloppily onto the plate. The Baroness strains her neck. 'Thank you.' she says coldly and then heads to get a cup of tea. 'Here we go, got you a cuppa your ladyship, you drink that up while it's nice and hot.' Barb forcibly guides her to a table and sits her down putting the cup in her hand. 'Drink.' The Baroness isn't sure what is in the cup but it's definitely not tea. 'I'm not thirsty.' she refused to make eye contact instead and looks dead ahead. 'I just made you this nice cup of tea, if you don't drink it I will be offended if you would prefer yer ladyship you could wear it?' she offers. Practically all the prisoners are staring at them it's gone quiet. "Not my problem, not my problem, not my problem." You repeat to yourself.