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Their footsteps drew closer. I leave the water running and quickly crawl below the stall. The rough tile slightly scrapes my legs as I urged myself to move quickly and quietly into the next shower stall. I got back to my feet and eyed the height of the stall wall in front of me. I then jumped, grasping the top of the stall, climbing naked up the stall wall, so I was perched high on top of it, close to the roof, with an unobstructed view of the room. Martha and Cici, her little sidekick in training, were headed towards my shower stall, with a whittled toothbrush that glints as the lights in the room hit its shiny melted plastic. Looking around, I found myself surprised because everyone else had cleared out of the bathroom in a hurry.
Where the fuck did they get the supplies to make a shank? I thought. I frown, today wasn't my lucky day. I never would have guessed that today I would be the one to hand Martha her ass. But here I was, balancing on the top of a shower stall wall, completely wet and naked. I watch these two, who thought they were so smart, attempt to sneak up on me. Resigning myself to what I would have to do, I sigh quietly and tense, my muscles getting ready to fight for my life. It was a dog-eat-dog world, here on the inside. As much as I want to turn around and run, I know that was not truly an option. It was fight or die' in here, and I rather enjoyed living, even if my life here in prison had not been the greatest.
Martha and Cici move slowly towards the stall they believe I am in. I brace my hands against the roof and silently walk along the narrow stall wall towards the shower I would've been in had my hearing not alerted me to their presence. Martha grabs the accordion shower stall door and shoves it open with Cici hot on her heels.
"Where the fuck is, she? They said she would be here," exclaims Martha angrily.
Guess I have a traitor to worry about too, I thought as I decide I will have to fight. If I didn't fight now and put them in their place, they would attempt to injure or kill me later, and a surprise attack could end much worse. Jumping into action, I leap down onto Martha, and I wrench her arm sideways. Martha holds the shank in her grasp as I yank it out of her hands, then position it to stab her in the stomach. I lunge forward, letting my momentum and weight push her to the floor as I drive the shank into her. Martha screams in pain as she collapses in the shower stall under the spray of the shower, still raining down on the tiled floor. Blood oozes out from under her still body. I turn, dodging Cici's attack. Then I lunge forward towards her, kicking Cici, sending her flying backwards across the room into some benches. She lands against the bench awkwardly on her arm. It snaps as she screams and grasps the shank with her other hand. I step forward and grab her hand, twisting it until she drops the shank onto the tiled floor. I carefully toed the handle, sliding it across the bathroom tile away from her reach.
"You and Martha are lucky I've chosen not to kill you. If either of you attempt to hurt me or anyone I care about, I won't be nearly this nice again."
I clench my fists at my sides until my knuckles blanch white. I back away, keeping my eyes on her as I move towards my towel and clothing.
I scoop up the white towel and wrap it around me, then quickly grab my orange jumpsuit and articles of clothing. Hurrying down the halls, with my clothing bundled in my arms, I ignored the catcalls from other women as I pad in bare feet, still soaking wet towards my cell.
I can't help but think, I probably don't have long until the guards find out I have stabbed Martha and broken Cici's arm in my attempt to defend myself. Then they will come looking for me. Whoever was manning the surveillance cameras, if I was lucky, was stupid or asleep. I probably wasn't that lucky. I wasn't dumb; I knew it would've been recorded. There was no way I could hide what I had done. Good God! I felt sick, I had never stabbed anyone until today!

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Tidal Vortex-Book One
Fantasy𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑒...