Bad Girl

Goodbye

Later when you return to go to bed the atmosphere is chilly she keeps her back to you refusing to look at you. You think it is her making a point in truth she does not want you to know that she has been crying and that she is afraid. You stare at her for a while wishing you could rewind the last few days and go back to holding her but there is no point in dreams and wishes. You get ready for bed and get in turning your back on her as she has you. All is silent and the lights cut out as they do as usual at every night. The Baroness shifts and you know that she is still awake. 'I'm getting out tomorrow.' you speak clearly. The Baroness does not respond and you roll your eyes. Victoria is staring out of the barred window her bright blue eyes sparkle with tears.

When morning comes Kevin opens your cell door. 'The chief wants to see you.' You open your eyes groggily. 'I haven't packed yet.' you yawn. 'Not you, the old bird.' he nods at your bed partner. 'Don't cal-' you stop mid-sentence she is not your concern. 'What joy.' you turn noticing the Baroness is already up and dressed she wears her figure-hugging black skirt and a black and gold blazer complete with hair wrap, you don't know how long she's been up. Her heels click along the floor. 'Baroness.' she ignores you she doesn't look at you. 'Victoria.' you raise your voice and she stops but she still does not look at you. 'Goodbye.' you speak softly. 'Right, come on, I don't have all day. Y/n get your shit ready you will be released shortly.' You stare at the Baroness willing her to turn round to say something, anything. She does not. She follows Kevin out of the room and you flop back onto your pillow.

The Baroness follows the young officer and frowns when she is taken to the strip search room. 'In there, take your kit off, you're being checked for contraband before you go.' The Baroness freezes. 'Go? Go where?' she demands. 'Look love I don't know but the chief is in a right mood I'd get in there get the business done and not make a fuss.' The Baroness rolls her eyes. 'Imbecile.' she enters the room and is met by Darcy. 'If you could step behind the curtain and undress I will make this as quick and painless as possible.' her voice is kind. 'Where am I going?' the Baroness demands. 'I-I don't know.' she lies she is plagued with guilt. 'Behind the curtain if you please.' The Baroness looks annoyed. 'For heaven's sake!' she gets behind the curtain undressing and neatly folding her clothes and putting her heels together. 'I'm ready.' she calls. The woman puts on rubber gloves. 'Open your mouth.' she uses a flashlight. 'Lift your tongue for me.' the Baroness complies.

The door opens and the Baroness wraps her arms around herself as the chief enters with several guards. 'Get out!' the Baroness shrieks. 'Sir please, I am conducting Ms Hellman's search.' Darcy stands in front of her. 'It's quite alright, the boys are here to watch, they need a little demonstration.' Darcy looks sick. 'Chief Reynolds please I must insist-' 'Who is in charge of this prison, you or me?' 'You sir.' the blonde replies. 'Then order Ms. Hellman to step out from behind the curtain so you may conduct your search.' he bites back. 'Yes sir.' she sighs. 'Hellman, on the table spread your legs. The Baroness is shaking, Darcy does not make eye contact with her. Continuing to hug herself the Baroness gets up on the table. One of the guards wolf whistles and she turns away in disgust. The chief has no attraction to her body but he drinks in her humiliation as she is violated. Darcy is gentle with her but it's still incredibly uncomfortable.

When the search is complete Reynolds instructs the officers to leave. The Baroness is shaking as she gets back up putting her clothes back on. 'Darcy, go, y/n needs to be escorted out.' The chief orders. Darcy glances over worriedly at the now-dressed Baroness then leaves. 'Was it as good for you as it was for me?' he asks with a nasty smirk. 'Go to hell.' she spits at him. 'I'm not going anywhere, you are, you are being transferred.' In her heels, she holds her head high walking over to him. 'Where might that be?' she watches as he takes out his cuffs sending a bolt of fear through her heart as he places them on her wrists. 'Wormwood scrubs.' he replies. The Baroness looks amused and her lips twitch into a smirk. 'That is a male prison my dear.' she simpers mockingly. 'Incompetent as always.' The chief locks eyes with her. 'I know it is.' he replies his voice dripping with victory. The smile vanishes from Victoria's face. 'You can't, you wouldn't...' her voice is a whisper.