White Honey

Behind the Bars of Reason

Order and balance had been engraved in her. She grew up in the courts following her prejudice mother around studying every action, case and lie the adults spoke. The harsh reality of the world was unveiled to her young, teaching her what it truly meant to be an adult. 

The world was never rainbows or pink as she had believed. Once a naive child, she now saw the world as it was—dark, cruel, and cold. People indulged their impulses recklessly, with no regard for anyone else. They find it bliss when the other party throws the first punch, only to take it to court, where she watches those tiny, pea-brained apes squabble over wills, money, and heritage. Divorces, settlements, broken lives—all recorded and cataloged by her hand. 

All neatly type written, chronologically labelled and kept in her many cabinets with dates, witnesses and even their current address. All are the proof that evil reaches far and wide and her situation is no exceptions to the corruption. 

She surveyed her so-called prison cell. Approximately six meters in length, three in height and width. A total of 86 bars, each two centimeter in thickness and a gap of five between each bar. She traces her finger over the floor, collecting nothing, this suggest that it has been recently cleansed. Her fingers slide over the walls made of compact ceramic slates, she gives it a knock. Solid. She marches to the orifice hidden and knocks, there was an almost inaudible echo. Soundproof no doubt. 

She faces the left corner of her jail, the bars slide open, outwards. She steps forth, the clothes and shoes are all perfectly fitting her. They have the right size, it pestered her at the thought of who'd dare to touch her without consenting. Everything was finally going her way if not for this damned child play. 

She'd be finalizing on the plan to throw that man in prison for good. Now everything is ruined. One month away from law school. Away from all the responsibilities she withholds as the student council, as the minister of social contributions and the leadership award board. Frustration burns her crinkled forehead, she glares piercing the floor with resent. I'll shackle you. Once I find my way out, you'll be imprisoned in hell. 

She diverted her attention to gather as much information she can of this institute. She saw no antenna or anything of the sort that could have signaled the prison doors to unlock, could it be some sort of advanced security technology? Her hand feels the damned collar, she felt like a dog.  

Her angry eyes stare about the hall, it is much bigger now that she stands dead center. To her left there is a large granary-like doors, painted in white and above a two meter long screen in black with a white flower logo displayed. Four pointy petals distributed like a white clover. She knows no company, facility or organization with that emblem. Not even her criminal archives had that, this could state one undeniable fact. Everything is clean and newly furnished. The only explanation is that a group is involved. 

Her eyes fall on the other victims of this stupidity, she studies each of them. Six including herself, all girls in her age group of eighteen more or less. The most striking difference would be their nationalities. A silent Russian stood staring at the screen by her cell, she stood out as a fine asset. Then there was the rather chatty group, a Hispanic and Australian. The both had hit it off instantly, bawling their eyes in one another arms.  

Fools. She focused her attention on the last two, a British of some sort standing and dangling her foot like a lost child and an almost invisible Asian, not Chinese like her, though. Her skin tone was more like the Japanese.  

Can she rely on them? There are so many possibilities to consider and only time and evidence will tell. She must remain on guard as to who to entrust and who to keep a thousand arms distance. The gears in her mind turned, she knew her mother is searching for her by now. Spite burnt in her eyes at the thought of her lowly father, of that man. She didn't want to waste any thought on him, just having to recall him was enough to label her an idiot.