Bad Girl

Moving day

The Baroness is escorted by two guards or rather dragged in handcuffs she screams through her prison-supplied mouth gag. She screams in anger and rage and terror begging someone, anyone to come to her rescue. The chief smiles as he follows a few paces behind a cruel sneer pasted across his face. They lead the noblewoman dragged in an undignified manner out to a prisoner transport van and forced into the back. She screams. 'Victoria.' The chief speaks and for a moment she stops, she thinks he may show her some mercy after all. That his intention was only to scare her. 'Have fun at Wormwood, and give the boys a big hello from me.' he smiles. The Baroness's bright blue eyes are filled with terror and she starts screaming through her gag again until they slam the van doors shut. For a while, she continues her tirade but ultimately it is pointless. She falls silent. Perhaps she could bribe these guards, perhaps she could pay for protection at least.

Thinking of a prison full of sex-starved men made her think her plan was a pipe dream she would not stand a chance again them. They will have her. They will rape her. They will do unspeakable things to her gentle courtier body and she won't be able to do a damn thing. A single tear betrays her sliding down her cheek. She wishes you were with her, not going to the hell hole with her, but just there. You brought about a sense of calm in the Baroness that no one else had ever managed and she spoiled it all. Well in part. Kat kissed her. She responded to make you jealous because she was angry you were leaving, scared of being alone. In hindsight being alone at the women's prison was far better than her new future. The van engine rattled and occasionally went over bumps on the road. Her hands were cuffed behind her back to make her a more docile prisoner she could not even shield herself. The occasional bump almost had her falling onto the van floor as she could not hold her balance.

So this was to be her story, from nothing to a beard for her homosexual husband, to the greatest fashion queen of all time, to being dethroned by the child of said husband who had raped a maid on a bet, to ruin, to horror. All her glam and glory had been totally stripped from her and now she was to use the last respect that she had. The Baroness groaned as her head collided with the side of the van on another rough bump on the road. She looked around, no this could not happen there had to be something. Some way out, something she could use to set herself free. To her dismay there was nothing the back of the van was that, the empty back of a- looking down she realised something when her head had hit the van a hairpin had fallen free. Twisting awkwardly she grabbed it with her hands still behind her back, shaking she used the pin to work the lock on the handcuffs. The van bumped again and the pin fell to the floor, the Baroness cursed herself and was forced to drop to the floor to retrieve the fallen pin.

Gripping it tight she closed her eyes and focused just the same as she would when she was focusing on stitching, accuracy was key all she had to do was- "click". Victoria felt triumph rush from her chest as she popped off one of the cuffs allowing the movement of her arms. Reaching up she immediately unbuckled the gag choking slightly and massaging her cramped jaw. Okay, going well so far, handcuffs, unlocked, gag unbuckled. Next step, escape the van and run away from two police officers with absolutely zero in the form of a getaway car. Great. She shifted down to the van doors looking for a way to open them. The van jerked violently tossing her to the floor. 'For heaven's sake couldn't he have employed imbeciles who know how to handle a motor vehicle.' she quietly curses standing up as she begins her quest again. The Baroness shrieks as the van is jerked harder than ever flipping over in the process. The horn blares and the van lies upside down in a quiet country lane, smoke emanating from the engine.