Belles stepped out of formation to follow her escort into the restricted unit. She was almost happy to arrive here, she somewhat knew what to expect. Thought one day alone would be hard to judge how the days went, she was confident hers aren’t as bad as people were saying theirs were. Belle hid her smile still; fearful someone might steal it and try to take it for their own. The front door clicked open and in they went. She was in a hallway with doors on both sides all the way down, the door immediately to her right was an office for the guards. Upon seeing her enter, one of them stood up from behind a monitor and came out into the hallway.
“Follow me” he took her to the far end of the hall opening the next door, inside of this door was a slightly larger room than the hallway was. There were laundry machines to the right, through an open door. Ahead of them, yet another door. However before entering this next area he stopped her. Over here, he walked in to the laundry room area. The air was moist and hot, smelled of fresh linens and damp clothes. A slightly comforting smell. “Hand me your clothes” she was confused taken aback by his request, staring at him blankly. In her hesitation for just a second she seen his eyes shift from casual to cruel. She abided, and slipped off her jumpsuit, as she did he said “on the floor.” Was she about to get raped? Belle felt a sense of panic well inside of her as she continued. She seen a mop, maybe she could use that as a weapon.
She stumbled taking off her shirt as it went over her head, positioning herself closer to the broom. She had no bra, and she could see the guard eyeballing her breasts. He motioned with his disgusting hands, for her to continue. With a distaste in her mouth she began planning out her assault on the guard. She could live in prison, but no one would take her lightly. She would rather die than be defiled again. Belle had on a thong, issued to her after they TOOK EVERYONES CLTHES AND ISSUED THOSE JUMPSUITS AND RANDOM UNDERGARMETS. It was a size to small and hugged against her tightly, but it was better than nothing. Her body illuminated by the lights above, she was skinny and fit, after a couple days of no food she thought her ass had gone down a little.
But she was proud of her C’s and tone, sculpted and tan body. Belle took her thong off and placed herself in a bladed stance, one hand covering her nipples. THz guard spoke, after grueling over her impeccable figure “face me” belle moved a little. “Arms out to your sides” belle complied, nervous, “open your mouth...” belle opened her mouth. Ready for the assault now, blood pumping and heart rate accelerating. She was almost exhausted just from standing still. “Good. Now use that arm to lift up your lip. “She complied “bottom lip now” ... “good, next “lift your boobs up” she squeezed her breasts and lifted them up “good, now turn around, put your hands on your head” belle turned away from the guard.
Well aware the view he would be getting of her ass. She heard him approach closer, “bend over and spread your cheeks” she took a deep breath in, and did as commanded. “Alright, get dressed. And come out here.” He stepped back out into the hallway area. Belle was shocked nothing occurred. She felt violated still, even after that. It was a typical entry point search, she had conducted them on terrorists before herself. It felt so wrong to be powerless though, being on the receiving end was terrifying when you had no power. Belle put her thong on, it hugging her body tightly and sliding between her butt cheeks. It showed her camel toe all too visibly, she really wanted to steal a pair of boxers or another item if she got the chance.
She loved feeling sexy and dressing provocative on occasion but prison wasn’t the place for it. She wanted to get out of here and be in the free world again. Fully dressed she stepped out into the hall and the guard stepped forward, opening the last door. A panoptical design, belle entered the area she was most familiar with. She followed the guard over to an elevator of sorts. Food carts came from the elevator, that’s all she knew. They waited at the elevator for one to emerge, the guard stood tall.
He was proud and stern, looking out and observing all of the cells. It was a gigantic open space, with cells lining the wall furthest from them, going up five tiers. There were stairs on both sides of the room leading up to the first floor, and on each floor subsequent stairs took you to the next level. The inmates never knew if they were being observed due to the large watch area in the middle of the room and the large double sided mirror on each of the cell doors coupled with camera sense inside of them. Belle had never seen an inmate outside of their cell, but inside of them there was a two man room with metal bunks on the Wall, a metal toilet and sink, and each had a mattress. Much more than any of them had in the barracks.
She observed quietly trying to remember the layout and notice anything she had missed before. She snapped back from head daydreaming observations when she noticed the guard was focused on her, checking out her body. She looked at him and cocked her head, raising her eyebrows. As she would dot any man looking at her in such a way. He smacked her in the face brutally “Do not look at me” she grabbed her face and hugged against the wall. He did not pursue the assault but turned around as the elevator opened. “Get the cart” belle recovered and grabbed the cart cautiously from the elevator. “Follow” belle pushed the cart following the guard. Together they walked across the big room to the first cell #1001.
The guard touched the cell and the two way glass allowed the inmate to see that he was at the door, the guard opened the tray slot and belle grabbed one off the cart, readying herself to give it to the inmate. The guard said, “Hand” and he inmate complied sticking his hand out of the tray slot. The guard waved his hand over the inmates, and belle could see from her angle some screen had pulled up in the guard’s field of view, showing vital signs and other information she couldn’t quite make out. From there the inmate retreated his hand and belle passed the tray of food to him.
The guard shut the tray slot and walked to the next cell. This one had two inmates in it, same process, they looked sickly and defeated but they were alive and got food three times a day. Must be nice, belle thought. The guard scanned the first one and she issued him a tray, then the next one and they moved forward. Sometime later she had lost count of how many trays she had given out and how many carts she had gotten. They we’re on the third floor when she heard shouting and someone kicking the door making a large boisterous sound that echoed off of the guard area behind them.
The guard she was with sighed, mumbled to himself and slammed the tray slot they were at shut. He spoke “stay” and he walked down to the effected cell. She could hear the banging loud now, it sounded like a metal ram was being shoved through a hollow metal door repeatedly. How could one kick so hard? Belle watched as the guard turned the two way glass on, and his expression deepened. “You little fuck, stop your shit before I beat your ass!” He pointed at the inmate through the glass. The banging continued and the guard became increasingly upset. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” the guard bent down and opened the tray slot, as soon as he did he received a face full of some liquid and other substance belle thought might be shit. “GOD DAMNIT” the guard raised his hand up in the air to his mouth.
And spoke some words into his wrist monitor. An alarm went off and the guard slammed the tray slot shut, wiping his face off with his hands. His face was red from anger and he turned looking towards the door downstairs. He leaned on the rail. Belle stood there still, not wanting to provoke anything her way. She felt vulnerable again, a feeling she was not accustomed to. She felt like her life was fragile. Belle stood there with her cart, and maintained view of the door at the entrance down by the bottom of the stairs. She seen a team of guards come rushing in in black gear, unlike the normal guards.
They rushed to the first set of stairs when she seen one more guard come walking in, confident and slow. He stayed down there observing and looking up at where the affected area was. Belle was sucked down the ground and the air kicked out of her, she was being teased by her restraints as they called together and turned red. She let out a shriek. The guard outside the cell door leaning against the range walked over to her and swiped her restraints, releasing her from the torture.
He looked her in the eye, “stay down” and he stood back up watching the team of guard approach his location. He began screaming again “THIS FUCKING IDIOT WANTS TO ASSAULT STAFF. THROW PISS ON STAFF.” He was poking his finger at the door, spit flying from his mouth. The glass went opaque and the team of guards stacked up on the door. From the floor belle had some trouble seeing through all of their feet but what she saw next was quite memorable. The door slid open and the team rushed in.
The guard ran in as well, and she heard some shrieks and screams from that cell you would never want to hear. Suddenly, an old skinny man in boxers was out on the walkway she was on. He was bloody and had many bruises, he looked set belle and screamed at the top of his lungs flexing every muscle in his body. Completely focused on Belles eyes he screamed “POISON AND ILL, BLOOD AND BONE, DRINK MAKE ME KILL, LEAVE ME ALONE” “ahahahahah he screamed as a guard ran out of the cell grabbing the inmate by the throat and slamming him to the ground. Another came out and looked like he had to scramble to his feet. The old man must have escaped their grasp inside the cell. Belle laughed to herself, she noticed why. The inmate was covered in what looks like oil or soap.
He was slippery! A guard placed his boot on the man’s head and again he screamed “POISON AND ILLLLL, BLOOOD AND BONE, DONT DRINK THE WATER, ITS IN YOUR-“another guard bend down and opened the man’s mouth, jamming a knife in his mouth. There was blood and a struggle, but the inmate wouldn’t give up. The guard slashed open his cheek and pulled the tongue out of the side of his face, cutting it off. They brought out the inmates restraints from the cell and threw them off the balcony where they made a loud sound falling onto the floor three stories below. One of them took out a pair of new restraints and placed them on his hands, inducing tasing as they did so. They slid him by the feet back into his cell and left him to bleed.
The man passed out from the pain, or the tasing, and the blood on the floor left the trail of what had just occurred there. The guards all gathered themselves and fixed their uniforms before proudly marching out like they had marched in. The one she was familiar with motioned for her to rise when they had exited the area. She rose and stood by her food cart, and he stepped over to her. “Continue.” They went about their business for the rest of the day, she had noticed when they went by the cell with the inmate that just got assaulted, and his cell mate had him propped up against the wall and was shoving socks in the guy’s mouth, trying to stop the bleeding.
Strange way of treating it though, belle thought. The crazy man would be lucky if he didn’t die from bleeding out. When they had finished with all of the feeding there were a couple extra trays left. The guard closed the last tray slot and turned around. “Throw them away and put the cart back by the elevator. You’re done today.” He walked off ahead of her, going down the stairs closest to them. She took her cart over to the stairs, and her routine had been she had to move all the trays to the next level and then move the cart up to the next level. It wasn’t a heavy cart, but it was still too heavy for her to carry up easily. She took four extra trays down a floor and set them on the range.
As she walked back up the stairs to get her cart she thought about sneaking some food out for Dillon and Crosby. The food didn’t look good but at least it was more than what they were getting. Should she be caught stealing food though she knew she would be beaten if not worse. She certainly didn’t want her tongue cut out. Belle grabbed the cart and began letting it drop down the stairs one at a time. Each time the wheels hit a new stair on the way down it made an aloud clunk sound. When belle got to her trays she began moving them down to the next level, she looked over at the control window and wondered if there was anyone watching her or not.
The guard that she was familiar with was no longer in sight, so he must have left the range... She decided to risk it. As she sat the trays down this time, she did so to where her back was towards the control room. Her jumpsuits didn’t have pockets so her plan was simple. She pretended to tie her shoe, but in fact took off her socks and tucked them in to her thong. On the next trip down to the second level now she bent over with her back to the control area but snuck her hand into one of the trays and stuffed whatever food it was into one of her socks. After the handful was in the sock she stuffed it in the front of her thong, elsewhere it might fall out.
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On the final trip down she replicated her grabbing the food and stuffing it into the other sock, quickly now. A noise from the entryway, her guard had come back. She looked over in that direction but quickly tied the socks together and tucked them in to her hiding spot, making her tight thong even tighter against her, to the point where it hurt to walk almost. She placed the trays on her cart and pushed it over to the elevator area, her guard was writing something down in hi note book over by the entrance at the podium.
She kept focus on the trashcans ahead, next to the elevator area and dumped the trays into the trash can. She pushed her cart in front of the elevators and stood there. She stood for what seemed like hours but in reality was only a few moments. She was caught between asking the guard if she could go ahead and go or if she should just do it. He eventually finished writing and turned to her, “You may go.” Belle nodded and went walking towards the exit “Wait, turn around.” Shit. Had she been caught? There was no chance of running now, she would be fucked if he searched her again. She turned to face him “Answer me, always.” Belle nodded “Yes sir, sorry sir.” He waved her away and off she went, the control unit let her through the door that lead into the laundry room area and entry hall, and through that door as well.
She approached the front door and heard it click open also, a relief took over her as another day of work was done. She could manage this, if she kept this job it wouldn’t be so bad. Belle waited in her usual spot for pickup, and seen the small platoon walking towards them. “Fill in, let’s go!” Sgt. Gonzalez was shouting. Belle hopped in formation, behind Dillon and his crew. They all looked worse for wear, covered in blood and dirt. Sweaty and oily, and the whole camp stunk of death.
She was in line behind Dillon, and she wanted to tell him about the cell extraction she had seen today. He might find it useful. She had this overwhelming urge to speak to him, to talk to him for a while. She felt excited just to be in the same platoon as him, how shitty her time would be here if they hadn’t met. She felt like she had known him her whole life, he was so familiar to her like she had seen his face somewhere before.
She reminded him of a young man she had treated in a military hospital long ago... now that she thought about it. He had a different name though, different face. They walked until they reached the gate that lead to the path into the dining hall and other mysterious building area. She hadn’t paid much attention to her walk to the chow hall on previous days. Today she looked at the buildings on their way to the chow hall. The first two on the left were identical, menacing looking elevated buildings with high security glass windows and wire around it. It was one of the only elevated buildings in the area.
The next one they walked past had a large plume of vapor or steam coming from the building, and smelled horribly. It smelled like something toxic, you shouldn’t breathe. It burned the nose and left a bitter taste in your mouth. The last building on the left was the chow hall. Massive amounts of people flowing in and out, and platoons departing with their respective guards. To her right, was the back side of the building Dillon normally worked at. She could see the fenced in area and the path where the carts came out.
In fact she could see a couple red cards sitting inside the fenced area. Sgt Gonzalez stopped the platoon and looked at them. “Ten minutes.”... “Go!”... They rushed in the chow hall involuntarily. Ten minutes was longer than they usually received. Through the first set of double doors they crowded in to a small space, another set of double doors and they were in a gigantic line of people, but moving rather fast. It was a claustrophobic space. A fence kept them hugged against the outer wall of the chow hall until they rounded a corner and finally got to a turnstile.
At the turnstile you scanned your hand on the wall and it would let you through, a tray dropping down from an angled window onto a serving window. Belle grabbed her tray and walked over to the crowded drinking area, she lost all sight of Dillon by now but it didn’t matter. In here the goal was simple, eat as fast as possible, a then eat faster. She grabbed a cup of water that was sitting out on the tables for them. An inmate kitchen worker would fill up cups and set them down. He alone was crowded by people trying to get cups when he couldn’t keep up. Belle scanned the area for a spot to eat but couldn’t find any open seats.
She stayed standing and decided to eat with one hand. She held her tray in one hand and ate what looked like blue oatmeal and bread, with mixed vegetables. It was disgusting, had no flavor, and did not fill her up. Belle had the tray down within minutes and left. She wasn’t the last one to hop back in line in front of Sergeant Gonzalez, and the last one hadn’t shown up yet. Sgt Gonzalez was looking at his watch and said “Ten minutes. One, two, six, eight, we’re missing one...” He looked at them, Belle looked around for who was missing but she couldn’t tell. It wasn’t her or Dillon that’s all she had paid attention to.
The small group was looking at each other, no one appeared to know what’s going on. “WHERE IS MY NINTH?” VERIFY THESE NUMBERS nobody spoke. “You! Where is the ninth?!” Belle spoke in shock “I-I-I don’t know Sir I-“... “You mean to tell me, I give you EXTRA TIME AND YOU STILL FUCK ME?” Sgt Gonzalez walked over to her, he was only a pace away *BANG* Belle hit the ground. She was staring at the concrete and watching blood in front of her eyes. She couldn’t hear anything, everything was quiet and calm. She could hear herself breathing labored, and otherwise felt confusion. She saw feet and blood, she wasn’t moving and didn’t think about moving. Oh look, another face. Belle saw someone lay down in front of her, staring at her.
He has pretty eyes, she thought. Blood coming from this one too, what was going on? Her senses started to come back, her hearing first. Screaming very loud, there were multiple guards around her platoon and their platoon all appeared to be getting beaten. She looked up and seen Dillon get crumbled to the ground by a particularly large man and his baton. This angered her, she found strength and was coming to.
Why were they beaten? Oh. Number nine was missing. Her head came back to the ground. She thought Maybe I’ll just lay here a minute, as she seen the number nine come running up from the chow hall. The guards stopped their assault of everyone and turned to face him. Belle touched her skull and looked at her hand, blood. Lots of blood. The others were crawling to their knees, as was Dillon. The large guard kicked him in the stomach and walked over with the rest to meet number nine. They all watched number nine, Belle knew he was a dead man.
She could hear what was going on now “SO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE YOUR TIME RIGHT?” Nine tried speaking, and was immediately interrupted “OH SO FUCK ME RIGHT? I LET YOU EAT FOR TEN GOD DAMNED MINUTES AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?” other guards chimed in “THIS IS HOW You REPAY HIM, HUH? YOU FUCKING MAGGOT” A guard pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Nine’s face. Sgt Gonzalez stepped in and pulled his gun down. He looked at nine “Step forward. STEP FORWARD NOW. STEP IN FRONT OF THE PLATOON.” Nine complied, visibly shaken by what was going on he was approaching tears. “LOOK EVERYONE. SEE THIS? THIS PIECE OF SHIT JUST GOT YOU BEATEN AND TOMORROWS CHOW WILL BE FIVE MINUTES. TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT HIM, GET THE FUCK UP AND GET IN FORMATION.” Belle was surprised they didn’t kill him. But she knew what they were after, now everyone else would take it out on him. This is how the military often worked. Belle was hoisted up by someone behind her, her head felt heavy and her body felt slow.
It was hard to think clearly, too many concussions and broken things, and too little too nourishment or medicine. She saw Dillon had picked himself up but couldn’t identify who had helped her up. They gathered their limping selves up as fast as possible and Sgt Gonzalez stepped off. They marched back down the path towards the entry gate to the area they were in and in somewhat of a blur, were released back to their barracks. Belle trudged in, mentally exhausted and any joy she had gained from working an easy day was erased. They all sat down rather clumsily and Crosby looked at them, Belle had gained a black eye from it, and her blonde hair was matted together in a spot from the blood and injury she sustained. She touched her head to it and it felt gooey, like it was still oozing some blood.
There was nowhere to shower though, she would have to think about a way to clean up another time. They didn’t talk for a moment, Dillon rubbed his busted lip and licked his lips. “Looks like you had an easy day” he said to Crosby. Crosby looked at them, “What in God’s name happened to you?” Belle stared at Dillon, lost in space. Until it clicked. “OH yes! I have something.” She looked around, most people were in their own world, crying, or already asleep. She carefully removed the socks from her hiding spot, and sat them down in front of her. , where nobody but their corner could see them.
“What do we have here?” Dillon said. Rubbing the back of his head now. Belle untied them and opened one of the socks up, revealing some brown rice. Crosby and Dillon looked at each other “Nice find” and “How’d you manage that?” Belle smirked “No matter, just eat quickly and don’t mind the foot taste. I need my socks back.” They dug in and carefully ate, as to now let anyone see what they were doing. They chewed slowly and gestured with their hands to avoid detection. Dillon spoke “That was loads better than I expected. Thank you so much.” Crosby choked his last bite down, dryly. “I fear I may need some toilet water to digest that.” Dillon shook his head “I’ve managed without for a while, but you might be right. We need a filter.” Belle nodded “That would be nice. We need a bottle.”
Crosby shifted his gaze “I’m around bottles all day. The guards throw their empty drinks down in the tunnel, along with their cigarette butts and trash. We clean it out periodically.” Dillon replied “That would be great. We need a bottle, some rocks, cloth, and ideally some charcoal but I know we probably won’t come across that.” Belle spoke “I need cloth myself, my underwear is way too tight. It’s killing me.” Dillon matched her gaze with a smile “I can help with that.” She slapped his arm “No really, I can take care of that. I’m working on something else too. Right now I need more information about this place. We need to avoid-“then, a group of indistinguishable men, 5 or 6 of them together, were creeping along the barracks.
The barracks was not illuminated well, it had basically a few dimly placed red and faint yellow security lights. Enough to where one could barely see. They saw the group go over to where someone was laying by a pillar. They grabbed him and held him down, while one was on top of him choking him out. They were on the far side of the building, so Dillon couldn’t tell who was who... “I bet that’s nine” Belle opened her mouth “I bet you’re right.” Crosby whispered “Aren’t you going to do something?” Dillon replied “Is your lord going to?” Belle slapped him “Don’t say things like that” Dillon spoke again “He’s the reason my platoon got beaten today. It’s unwise to interrupt, he’s lucky the guards didn’t end him earlier. He was marked.”
Crosby wiped away a forming tear “Matthew 5-21: 26 “You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.’ But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, ‘You fool!’ will be liable to the hell of fire. So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift. Come to terms quickly with your accuser while you are going with him to court, lest your accuser hand you over to the judge, and the judge to the guard, and you be put in prison.”
Crosby sighed. “Thank you for the food. I pray you never succumb to the evils of the group, I pray the lord grant us protection from such atrocities and that we may survive this place. With that. I must go to sleep.” Belle and Dillon stared at each other for a moment “Goodnight Crosby.” They both said. Dillon was checking out belle, even in this state he was attracted to her. “You know” he said “You look familiar.” She opened her eyes “I thought the same thing about you!” he rubbed his head “I can’t quite put my finger on it. But I believe I have seen you before.” She was shaking her head “I had a patient who favored your looks once but he went by a different name.” Dillon frowned “I had a nurse who looked like you but I was unconscious most of the time.”
Belle thought for a moment “I think that’s why I trusted you from the beginning. Even though I thought you were sort of creepy.” He laughed “Creepy?” she said “Yeah, following me around and telling me about the road.” Dillon raised his eyebrows “The road is no joke, the road is made of bones.” Belle smirked “And how do you know that?” Dillon shifted his eyes “I... I know things. More than you might think, Madame” Belle stared into his eyes “I’m sure you’re the man I met so many years ago. Did you change your name?” Dillon thought on it for a moment... “My name doesn’t matter. If you think you know me you probably do. What’s more pressing, is just How tight are your underwear?” He smirked at her.
Belle blushed “You pervert! I need something else. This thong is too small, and I’ve been dropping weight.” Dillon smiled “I find that immensely attractive.” She slapped his arm again “You’re a brat.” She snuggled up next to him, holding his arm. He whispered to her “If we ever get out of here. I might answer more of your questions.” Her head jolted up “You dodged the question!” Dillon smiled, a calm stare in his eyes, meeting her blue eyed gaze once more. “I have to darling, I have to.” And they laid their heads together, crouched up bunched against the wall, and fell asleep.
