Venomously Yours,

2. Severely Punishing

Phoenix peered down from his long glass window at the small van moving past the opened barbed wired gate.

He popped in a few blueberries into his mouth as he took in the criminals, descending out of the vehicle when it came to a halt.

Eyeing each of the convict, he mentally matches each of their descriptions he had read last night. There were no pictures of the prisoners sent to him but the details were enough.

He had a special talent in identifying the type of hair a person kept in close relation to the person's character trait. It gave a great insight to the mind of a convict.

There were five that had been transferred here.

The first two were from Ireland- the salty blonde pale twins. He squinted at the well-kept hair and the way they handled it with meticulous care when they hopped off the van.

They were taken in for murdering their entire foster family. They were innocent up close but only Phoenix saw the razor sharp madness that couldn't be hidden.

It was the platinum straight cut hair that told him they were polished and refined. In anything they do.

True to his own prediction, the report stated the bodies killed were done in evenly proportions and neatly arranged. The blood had been wiped off and clothes were washed and ironed. It was one of the neatest crime scenes ever to be seen.

The other two were from New York, notorious for their heavy smuggling in narcotics. One had chopped and unkempt auburn hair and the other one had frizzy dirty blonde. They were dark with eyes as black as a raven.

They were also incredibly beautiful but the way they assessed their surroundings showed the eye of wariness and warning.

The last one popped out of the van, her - what was that color? Maroon?

Her maroon hair wild and in voluminous curls jumped with her. She wore what all the convicts had on- an orange uniform jumpsuit with a pair of brown boots.

Phoenix didn't even have time to observe her when he was interrupted by a knock. He shifted, wiping his hand with a cloth and placing the bowl of berries back on the table as he dictated out a "come in."

Maxine Connery, one of his police guards appeared at his office doorway. She was blonde with sparkling blue eyes, good figure but she had this irritating infatuation with him.

"They are here, sir."

He simply passed by her as she gave way for him. With her behind his heels, they head for the entrance assembly hall.

The Atlanta Prisonhouse was a circular small building. It had two floor, each having a total of 50 cells.

There were 20 guards who watch over the prisoners inside the ward and 10 who are on the outside. All women.

Earlier, he was a local sheriff of a small county jail in a small town in Connecticut. He was rewarded with a promotion of being the warden for this prison.

It was located on the Skelling Islands, one of the abandoned islands of Ireland. It was evacuated as a monastery in the 12th century.

A new prison was built on this island which was done by the prisoners themselves. It was designed to hold female prisoners who continuously caused trouble at other federal prisons.

When Phoenix was offered the job, he took it up as a challenge. He hired approximately one guard for every six prisoners. That was the universal ratio. He had argued but it was non-negotiable. Therefore, he trained the guards himself to make sure they could handle the six prisoners.