Bad Girl

Tea

The buzzer goes and the Baroness follows the others into the visitor's room with the other inmates. 'John.' she breathes. The Baroness walks over quickly and actually goes to hug him. John recoils and simply touches her hand. 'No touching!' the guard with the mustache bellows. The Baroness clenches her jaw and they both sit on either side of the little table. 'What's going on? I haven't spoken to anyone when am I getting out?' John stares coldly. 'You aren't getting out Baroness, you are guilty.' The Baroness is frozen. 'W-what?' John looks disappointed in her. 'You pushed that girl and we all saw it, and why? Because she was his daughter.' The Baroness shakes her head. 'You don't understand.' 'I understand your husband raped Catherine and when you found out you killed him in rage, then you killed Catherine out of spite, then you tried to kill the girl too.' The Baroness's eyes sparkle with tears.

'No, no, no, NO!' she slams her hands down on the desk. 'Hellman! Control yourself or you're going back to general!' the guard roars then goes back to his newspaper. The Baroness stares into madness as she refuses to let tears fall. 'John, you have to believe me, she's lying, I'm telling you she is lying... p-please.' her voice sounds so weak and pathetic but he isn't buying it. 'I came here for one thing and one thing only, to tell you to stop trying to contact me we are through.' he stands up. The Baroness's eyes dart around the room and she quickly grabs his hands. 'We are friends are we not?' she breathes. John steps closer to her and strokes her cheek. 'I don't care if you die and disappear in here.' he locks eyes with her then pulls from her grip heading for the door. 'Fine! Go! But mark my words, I will get out of here and when I do there will be hell to pay do you hear me?! Hell!' she screams after him.

'HELLMAN! You were warned, back to general!' the guard bellows and another officer comes and takes her out of the visiting room. Everything is running through her head her heart is pumping with rage and terror her eyes are wet with tears. When she passes Barb and her gang they are a blur and she can't even hear their taunts it's like she isn't in her body. When she gets back to your cell she stares in the mirror. "Die and disappear." John's voice rings and she subconsciously sees him in the mirror. 'ARGH!!!' she starts destroying the cell knocking all of your things over she damages the bed beyond repair and throws your cosmetics everywhere. She rips up the bedding and the books tossing the mattress out onto the stairway. 'What the fuck?!' you appear in the doorway.

The Baroness is out of her mind she thought John would provide her with a ray of light in this hell hole that there was a way out. Nothing matters anymore. You climb over the mattress into the cell and she grabs your shoulders slamming you into the nearest wall. 'Fuck!' you wince and swipe your leg behind hers knocking her onto her back you fall down on top of her. She stares up at you and is unable to hold back the tears anymore. You sigh and decide not to hurt her you get up and start to fix the cell again. The Baroness retreats to the wall to cry as it's as close to privacy as she will get. After you fix the cell as best you can you leave her alone heading downstairs but part of you does feel bad for her you look up at your cell door. 'Over a thousand prisoners and they shack me up with queen crazy.'

Victoria is sitting on your bunk as it is the only one near the window and retreated into her nightwear. 'Make yourself at home.' you say sarcastically as you enter. The Baroness turns to you looking exhausted and her eyes are puffy from crying. You sit a mug of tea and a few biscuits down on the shelf beside your bed you climb up beside her. It's faint but her stomach rumbles seeing the biscuits. 'Here.' you sit the plate beside her and then offer the hot tea. She looks at you suspiciously. 'Relax, if I was going to poison you I wouldn't have brought the good biscuits.' this gets you a small smile. She takes the tea and closes her eyes having a small sip. 'Thank you.' it's barely a whisper but you hear it. 'Your old man didn't give you a get out of jail free card then?' you ask and she looks confused. 'The bloke at visiting, some of the girls reckoned he was your husband.' The Baroness snorts. 'Don't flatter him.' you smirk at her response.

'He was an employee an incompetent one at that.' she takes a biscuit and savours every bite of it. 'That's men for you.' you shrug. 'Mmm, you may be right.' she agrees and takes another sip of her tea. Turning you catch a glimpse of her upper arm and see it's fairly bruised. You take it gently and trace a finger over it. 'What happened?' She looks at the bruising. 'Oh I think it was from one of the guards when I was manhandled into that police vehicle it's fine, it doesn't hurt.' you examine the bruising. You study the bruise carefully and can make out the faint fingerprints whoever grabbed her had done so with force. Unnecessary force at that, the woman wasn't exactly built for going one on one physically. The Baroness's eyes are directly on your fingers her breath has caught in her throat. 'Sorry,' you catch her gaze. 'Did I hurt you?' The Baroness shakes her head. 'No, it's quite alright.' she goes back to her tea.

'Hellman, Reynolds wants to see you.' the young guard Kevin, informs her and she instantly pales. 'I'll escort you.' he seems so proud that he can speak to her in this way. You haven't noticed the colour drain from her face but you did catch his superiority complex. You take the tea from her and climb down first. The Baroness follows you and you see she's uncertain about doing so. 'Careful.' you take her by her hips which makes her flinch but you don't mention it as you help her down. They leave and you go back to reading when Natalie appears leaning casually on the side of the door. 'I hear your roommate is out.' she bites her bottom lip. You look up at her suggestively. 'Well we better make use of this free time then.' you wink.

The Baroness is led to Reynolds's office he sits back in his chair looking smug. 'Thank you Kevin that will be all.' he speaks to the guard. The Baroness stands in the middle of the room. 'What do you want now?' 'Please take a seat.' he smirks. 'I'd rather stand.' she replies coldly. 'Sit. I insist.' there is a tone in his voice that makes her realise she would be better to sit. The Baroness sits at the chair in front of his desk. 'Good girl.' he praises and her skin crawls. 'So, how did your meeting go with the valet?' he obviously already knows. 'Wonderful.' she isn't giving him the satisfaction. Reynolds stands and walks around the desk standing behind her. He grabs her shoulders starting to massage them to show that he is in control. 'Must be hard for you, all those years on top, living in luxury, now look at you. What a waste. You will die in here. If you are lucky. If you got out you have nothing anyway, you'd end up on the streets.' he whispers.

His very touch makes her feel sick to her stomach it was completely different from when you touched her earlier, you were gentle, and you cared...stupid thought. 'Of course, there is another way out. You could accept my proposal, you would be my obedient wife, my beautiful puppet to show off at galas, and you would also perform expected wifely duties. Isn't that better than a cold cell with a prison of people who hate you?' The Baroness touches his hand and then stands turning to look at him she smiles warmly and he looks hopeful. 'I'd rather stay in here for a hundred years than put myself through the humiliation of being known as your wife.' His eyes flare with anger. Reynolds backhands her hard making her cry out in pain. 'Kevin!' The guard comes into the room. 'Take the old whore back to her cell and make sure she goes to the shower block. The smell is starting to get to me.' he says with disgust.

The Baroness's eyes sting with tears of pain and embarrassment, and he takes her back to the main wing. She wastes no time in heading back to your cell pushing the door open she sees you and Natalie naked on your bed. You and Natalie both jump and scramble to put clothes on. 'Fuck.' The Baroness looks abashed and leaves as quickly as she can marching downstairs. 'There she is our resident posh tart, I think we had unfinished business with you.' Barb sneers. 'Out of my way!' The Baroness snarls but she is grabbed and dragged into a nearby cell. Two women hold her by her arms so she can't move and Barb takes out a shiv from under her mattress and approaches the Baroness holding it near her face. 'An eye, for an eye...' The Baroness swallows. 'Not so full of yourself now are you posh tart, I bet you're going to piss yourself.' she laughs at her. The Baroness struggles to get free but it's impossible.

You kick the cell door open and quickly grab Barb's arm twisting the shiv from it. 'Leave her be!' you push the women off of her. The Baroness storms out of the room and before anyone can say anything you follow her catching her wrist. 'Look you can't tell anyone about what you saw upstairs ok?' The Baroness yanks from your grip. 'Get off me!' You frown and grab her again pinning her to the nearest wall. 'I just saved your arse, you could at least be grateful.' The Baroness's lips twitch. 'The next time I need help from a deviant pervert I will ask.' she growls and shoves you back knocking you onto the floor.