Red Verification | z.m ✔️

Chapter ten.

-Barbara Palvin as Jessica. A WOMAN 🗣😻👌🏽💖-

•JESSICA•

Surrounded by four white walls, there was nothing else to do but stare at them. To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged by other prisoners - anything to pass time, slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall's blank stare.

Damn fucking Jazlynn for putting me through this.

Very unexpectedly, they didn't put me in a cell where walls made of stainless steel that move in a circle 2 meters deep in all directions or armed guards watch 24/7, armed with laser.

Because of me being "femme fatale", they know that I -more like jazzlyn- have people out there who would try to escape me from here -which was Jazlynn's plan in the first place- that's why they put me in a solo cell, in an anonymous location, along side with other dangerous criminals that I only saw once a week, other days, each are in their solo cells.

My prison cell was barely six feet by four. The walls were the same thick white stone as the dwellings of the region, it was a hollow cube of concrete, one way in, no windows. In there you could have no idea how much time had passed or even if it was night or day.

It was totally disorientating by design. Given enough time a person could forget their own name in there. The isolation was total and the stimulation was zero. No sound, no light, no furniture or cloth of any kind.

It was all an inmate could do to feel the cool walls, the temperature was near freezing. It was no  brighter inside than the gathering gloom of dusk, even at midday. The bed was a plank of wood on legs, there was no mattress, no cushioning and only one thin blanket. It was either suffocatingly quiet or pierced with the reams of tortured inmates.

And now that fucking Jazlynn's plan is completely ruined -believe it or not, she had a plan to escape me from the much more complexed prison- since they moved me into this hell hole, it was up to me to escape from here, we haven't interacted, we were supposed to, but change of locations messed up everything.

The only thing we both know is that we have to meet, November the 23rd, Abbey Mews street at 10 pm.

And since I know better than losing track of time, I do know what day we're in.

November the 21st.

So how do I escape?

Food slot. Yes. Food slot.

Like in every movie cell door you've ever seen. You know how they've always got that food slot at the bottom, the tiny rectangle guards slide the food trays through? And that's about 6 inches tall (that is, the length of a dollar bill) and about 17 inches wide.

Now imagine crawling through that slot.

For years, I've been doing yoga, and now, it was time to use these years of stretchy practice I had under my belt to slip right the fuck out of this prison cell.

I had asked my guards for my special "skin ointment," and they gave it to me, then went off to sleep. After all, when a young woman asks for lotion and privacy you don't fucking hang around outside the door. What's the petite girl gonna do, lube herself up and squeeze through her food slot?