Kat had always been a good friend to you up until she stuck her lips on your girl talk about a friendship killer. Or perhaps the baroness had initiated it, it certainly looked that way. Now she was dead and you are left with pieces of a puzzle and it's confusing. Something doesn't sit right with you before it was claimed that Victoria pushed Kat on the stairs and now? Dead. But you saw them kiss. Your headaches trying to make sense of it all it is such a muddled-up mess. You avoid going anywhere near your cell until you absolutely have to at night. When you get in you don't talk to her and you get ready for bed get in and lie down. She has her back to you and the bed is chilly tonight the ice between you both is clear as day. The Baroness does not turn when she hears you enter her back is to you and she shivers both with the low temperature and frosty atmosphere her blue eyes twinkle looking out at the amber lights shining in through the barred windows. She flinches when you get into bed, even up on the first-floor news had spread that Katherine Evans was dead and she'd a good idea who killed her. Not wishing to end up dead she said nothing.
The next morning is no better you get up and get dressed not talking to her, she has not slept all night, she watched the sky turn from blue, to black, to silver to grey, and now it is daylight. 'Are you not going to say anything?' you hear the middle-class drawl just as you are about to go out the door. 'I've nothing to say to you.' The Baroness nods. 'Uh, huh.' she lies on her back. You turn to her. 'What was that?' The Baroness shrugs and snuggles down. 'Nothing.' You throw your hands up. 'Clearly, you have something you want to say so go on.' your voice rises. 'No, I believe it is you who has something to say so get your dried up desiccated little brain working.' You snort. 'Okay, well I guess all I have to say is I didn't know you were such social climbing whore just looking for the next pretty girl to protect you.' The Baroness flushes with anger and her eyes flash dangerously. 'Who the hell do you think you are addressing?' she throws back the covers getting to her feet. 'I am a Baroness, I am-' 'Nothing, you lost it all when you ended up in here and now you are just like everyone else. Just another whore in a jail cell but at least now your tattoo is accurate.' you simper sweetly. The Baroness slaps you hard across the face.
You are shocked and the slap stings you freeze staring at the wall, before turning back to her. The older woman is shaking with rage her chest is rapidly rising and falling she no longer cares if you are a killer. 'Do not call me that word again.' she points accusingly at you. The guard opens your cell door, Kevin stares at this little tableau let's call the slapped woman. 'Trouble in paradise?' he laughs as you turn back to her. 'I regret ever getting involved with you.' The Baroness snorts. 'Finally, something we share agreement on.' This time you laugh it's a bitter laugh. 'Worked out great for you, you got your guard dog and your pussy licked.' she cringes and looks away at your vulgar language. 'What about me? Seems I just got screwed, I got a needy old hag way past her prime. I mean back in the day I bet you were something to look at but now? You've more wrinkles than an elephant's trunk, your grey hair is showing and without your corsets, your figure has gone to hell too. Your a murderer, and a slut, you deserve to rot here.'
The Baroness Victoria von Hellman will never admit it but you can see it in her eyes her heart shatters into a million pieces. Her greatest fear is losing her looks and her beauty, she also knows that she was once as slender as a lily she barely ate. Then after the baron died she had become accustomed to decadent foods, calories of unforgiving champagne. She hated this but it had been so easy to live up to her luxurious life. It wasn't like she was overweight but she did rely on her undergarments for that perfect hourglass shape. You walk out of the room and leave her totally speechless no one had ever insulted her the way you just had. Wrapping her arms around herself she goes to the mirror staring at her wrinkles which now seem more visible than ever perhaps prison had further increased their depth. 'Don't worry love I'd still bang ya.' Kevin arches his back against the door helping himself to an eye full of her shapely arse. 'Go.' her voice is cold and unforgiving she is in no mood to joke around. Kevin leaves.
That high you had that victory of finally hitting hard enough to chink the armor of the fashion queen vanishes quickly and you are overwhelmed with guilt. You hadn't meant a word of it, but you know her, you knew exactly what would hurt her the most and you crushed her with the very insecurities she had privately revealed to you. Vomit rises to the back of your throat as you are so disgusted with yourself. No, enough. Focus. She arrived a screaming nightmare in this prison and you took her under your wing, she killed your girlfriend, seduced you, then put her tongue in your best friend's mouth because she knew you were getting out of this hell hole and she needed a new guard dog or in this case guard kat. Oh and then there is the fact that for whatever reason she then clearly murdered your said former best friend and you've no idea why. Fuck her! She doesn't deserve your pity.
'Y/n!' Kevin approaches you. 'Looks like your lucky day, the court is requesting your presence regarding the change of newly found evidence in your case. Vans waiting out the front.' you blink, finally light at the end of the tunnel. Kevin holds out the handcuffs. 'I'm your escort.' What's that expression? Every silver lining has a cloud. You leave with the annoying little twerp who chews your ear off the entire time bragging about his five-year plan and where you went wrong with your life and how you could've been a responsible citizen. You pray the van crashes and kills you both but you are not that lucky.
Victoria sits alone in her cell not moving she stares down at the floor replaying every single word you just said to her on a loop. She was foolish to believe a young woman like you could ever love her. "You're not a baroness." translation you worked out she does not have wealth and now is not of use to her it's obvious.
'Sir, here is the report on Evans's death.' the female officer enters pushing a file in front of Reynolds's desk. 'Very well, I'll have a skim over it later. The silly girl kills herself now I am left with more paperwork. Some people.' The female guard frowns looking down she zeros in on another file on the chief's desk. 'Sir, this can't be right.' she shifts a document closer to her. 'This says, Hellman is being transferred to Wormwood Scrubs.' The chief looks up at her. 'Correct.' The blonde looks confused. 'But sir, that's a men's prison, you can't send her there, she's a woman, she'll be ripped apart.' The chief gave his employee a nasty smile. 'Yes, how sad, unfortunately, we are...over crowded, and they more than generously offered to take Ms Hellman of our hands. We will keep this a secret between us until the press is tipped off in a few weeks about what a terrible error you made when filling out her paperwork.' The woman shakes her head. 'I didn't, I swear.' The chief relaxes in his chair. 'Then keep your mouth shut and I can assure you Kevin will take the fall.'
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Bad Girl
FanfictionAU Cruella is the Baron's daughter, not the Baroness's, you are her cellmate.