Defiant (Defiant Trilogy, Book 1)

Chapter 2

"Get undressed." The prison guard directed as he stood a couple feet away, practically drooling already.

"Aren't you supposed to take me to dinner first?" Faelan questioned.

"Now!" He hissed and Faelan rolled her eyes.

"Fine, fine, whatever you say." She pulled her prison issued shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor and then stripped out of the shoes and pants, too.

"All of it."

"Seriously?" She demanded but he just stared at her and waited for the pay off. Faelan made a growling sound in the back of her throat as she rolled her eyes again. She undid her bra and tossed it before letting her panties slide to the floor. The prison guard looked her up and down like she was a piece of meat. He even licked his lips. "Don't even think of touching me. I can kick your ass with or without clothes. What now?"

The prison guard nodded towards the glass door behind her. Faelan sighed and turned around, waiting only a few seconds before the door slid open. She walked through it into a large box, essentially. She could put her hands out to her sides or in front of her and touch the walls.

She didn't really enjoy standing there in a glass box, completely naked for all eyes to see, but she pretended like it didn't bother her. She stood in the center of the tiny box like nothing was amiss in the world and waited as smoke started filtering into the box. Faelan really hated the smell of this stuff. It was thick and sugary, yet putrid, like a dead creature.

Whether a prisoner was arriving or leaving, you had to be disinfected. Inside and out. The smoke took care of the inside, basically stripping your immune system of anything bad. It was supposed to be designed to kill only bad bacteria and viruses, but Faelan didn't know for sure. After the smoke sifted back out came the sprinklers. Some sort of chemical wash that took care of bad bacteria and any other nastiness on the outside of the body.

When the sprinklers stopped, you were dried out with a high powered dryer that was a little too hot, so hot it burnt away any other sickness that might be left. Sometimes Faelan was certain it was only a couple degrees away from being able to melt your skin.

Faelan didn't know how long the whole disinfecting process took, but finally she was stepping out the door on the other side where a second guard awaited her. He had new clothes for her in his hands, complete with bra and underwear.

He eyed her body as she approached him, but she ignored him as she snatched her clothes out of his grasp. He didn't say anything as she dressed in her new uniform. Her regular prison clothes were gray, but these were red. You wore red whenever you were being transferred to a new prison or for trial. She guessed Prince Virion wasn't kidding when he told her she'd be put aboard a prison transfer ship.

Fully dressed now, Faelan looked up at the prison guard and waited. He had a pair of handcuffs in his hands as he started her way. Faelan rolled her eyes and held out her hands. He cuffed her quickly and then snatched her forward.

"Ow." She said dryly. He walked her down a long hallway that ended in a bullet proof, thick, steel door that could only be opened from the outside. There was a tiny little window to see through, as long as you weren't short. It was just above her nose. In order to look out she would have had to get on her toe tips.

"Open MD 1." The guard said out loud. The door opened and she was escorted into a room with several other guards and three doors. They were directed to door three.

"Let's see what's behind door number three!" Faelan announced, but she didn't even get a head shake from the guards. "Everyone is being so quiet, I feel as though I should fill the silence with obnoxious insults." Still nothing. "Like, seriously, get a damned better hair cut." She spoke directly to the guard they were walking past.