FIRE AND ICE 🔥~~~~~~EPISODE 7
Soon, the inmates were seen in a large open space, queuing for food. Jeslyn joined the queue when she got there.
The line was well arranged and traffic-free until it got to her turn.
Just when she stretched her plate to get her weird-looking share of the good, a complete rouge, looking like a wild man with her uniform tied to her waist and hair left to look like that of a porcupine. Plus almost all of her face and body had tattoos drawn on them with different colors, and face and ear piercings that would disgust any onlooker, pushed her plate away then stood in front of her to queue for food.
It was obvious the person was a troublemaker, so Jeslyn took a step back for all her followers to get in front of her, unbeknownst to her that she just made a huge mistake.
Well, not her fault though. What could she have done?
After the five troublemakers had taken their share, Jeslyn was about to walk forward when she was unceremoniously pulled from the back and shoved out of the line.
"Nuisance,"
"Slow"
"Dimwit"
"Stupid"
"Pretty idiot"
Those abusive words came out from the lips of a few people in the queue as they glared at her.
Jeslyn stood dumbfounded. She didn't understand why she was getting hated on for staying out of trouble until she heard, It
"No more food. You came too late. Come back early next time."
"Huh?" Jeslyn widened her eyes in horror. What do they mean by 'no more food?' In this large and beautiful prison?
Well, not very beautiful, but better than those she had seen with toilets and water in the same space where prisoners sleep.
Jeslyn glanced around the place and saw that there were only five people, plus herself that hadn't gotten any food.
Those prisoners who got nothing to eat glared at Jeslyn with fire brewing in their eyes.
Jeslyn felt her head growing numb from all the glares she was receiving from all sides and just wanted someone to save her from this situation.
"Hey, little bunny, come here."
'God, thank you!'
Jeslyn hurried off to her friends who were waving for her to come over.
She sat beside the two while looking at the disgusting food they were eating. It looked like beans, but the water was enough to drown a fish.
The bread or whatever they call it was burnt on both sides. She subconsciously frowned.
'Why would the cook even bother to burn bread? Does it add to the number they produce?' All she could come up with was that whoever made those bread was plainly wicked!
"You just got into the black book. Stick with us from now on, or else you'll be getting your a*s whopped." The pink said while her eyes were focused on her food.
"But I haven't done anything wrong," She said.
"Listen, little bunny. In here, you don't need to do anything wrong before you get killed, so obey her when she tells you anything," Yellow advised.
"Ok, I'm Sorry."
"Don't be apologetic when you are sure you did nothing wrong. However, that only applies to when you aren't weak like you are right now," Pink lectured.
"Ok, I understand, I'll remember that, thank you."
"Giving thanks should also come when the person you are thanking deserves it." Pink orate again.
Jeslyn blinked. But she deserved the appreciation, right?
"So, older sister, do you mind telling me what I did wrong?" She asked with pleading eyes.
"Stop acting coquettish with me. I might rape you right here," Yellow frowned.
Jeslyn bit her lip and lowered her head. What was she supposed to do as the humble girl she was?
"You are doing it again. Keep doing that and the queen might think you are calling her attention by seducing her. Get into anyone's bad book, but never, I mean, never, allow the queen to notice you. If she does, even though you get freedom from here, she will get out of jail just to look for you," Pink warned.
"Let me tell you a secret," Yellow smiled.
Jeslyn looked towards yellow and nodded.
"The queen is not simple. She goes in and out of jail the way she likes and nobody can stop her. Just now, she and her babies took two portions of food, which included yours and those four other girls and that's why they want to eat you whole. But don't worry, you are safe with us. No fly can hurt you when you are with us, well, except the queen and her babies, so watch out for that group of five."
Jeslyn nodded.
"Why are you so nice to me?" She asked after a while of silence.
She knew that it was rare for anyone to be this nice, especially in a place like this.
The two ladies ignored her and continued eating their food.
Jeslyn also stopped feeling curious. She just sat there with her palm placed under her jaw and with her elbow on the table as she watched them eat. She wasn't hungry as the food wasn't appealing.
In fact, putting that thing in her mouth would cause her to puke her guts out.
After they were done eating, the prisoners were taken to the open field to work on planting grains.
Jeslyn, who had no idea of how farming works stood by those two colored hair ladies while watching as they planted some grains, corn to be precise.
After a while, she learned that one had to make a little hole in the soft soil with a stick and put in two seeds before closing the hole.
She saw it as fun while others saw it as hard labor.
Yes, they have been doing this for the past one month and they still haven't covered half of the field that the eyes cannot even see where it ended.
Some places they planted on had grown, some were just sprouting, and others were still bare.
She admires the field whenever she decides to take a rest.
During the day, Jeslyn tries to act like everyone else, like she had nothing eating her up, but at night, she cries herself to sleep.
It's been three days since she was brought here and she hasn't eaten anything.
Those prisoners were taking revenge on her and she was sure of it.
Whenever she gets in the queue, they push her out.
At first, she didn't feel anything, but after not eating for two days straight, her body started to protest, and today being the third day of starving, her stomach was no longer giving her face as it had started to contend with her, making growling sounds.
"Little bunny, what's that sound? It's f*cking my ears, shut it!" Pink grumbled in annoyance as the grumbling of Jeslyn's stomach disturbed her peaceful sleep.
"I can't control it," she said in a small embarrassing tone.
"Don't tell me you are hungry?"
"Hehehe…" Jeslyn laughed awkwardly.
"So, little bunny is a mortal? I thought you were immune to food. Serves you right. This will teach you to stop letting others bully you into giving them what is rightfully yours. If you can't sleep, start doing exercise, it will tire you out and probably put you to sleep in no time." Pink suggested.
"Or, I can bang you and you'll fall asleep very quickly after a few orgasms, what do you say?" Yellow chimed in with a tease in her voice.
"Shut that damn hole of yours. Little bunny shouldn't be corrupted. Use your f"*cking fingers on your freaking pot!" Pink yelled.
"F*ck you, pink! I don't get satisfaction from my punny fingers. I want a tongue and a large pecker down there. I've missed those modafackers, like damn! When are they coming?"
"Just use the girls, gush!" Pink felt irritated. She didn't know when Yellow started to crave girls and she freaking wants to give her a black eye.
"Don't take my word for it, I don't do girls. You talk like you don't know me."
"Nah, I don't know you anymore. You keep saying girls these days and I just want to spank you for being bad."
Yellow sighed. "I saw the queen the other day and her girls doing bad things. She didn't even bother to keep her business clean. Anyways, I was just playing around and as for that nerdy wardress, you know me. I hate being woken from sleep with that banging on the bar like I'm some criminal."
"Aren't you? You are in the unit for hardcore criminals, first-degree murderers so, what makes you innocent?" Pink teased.
"Yeah, we all know the law is blind and unjust. Thank you for reminding me." A flicker of emotion other than sarcasm and a playful tone could be heard in her voice for a moment before it switched back to her usual playful tone.
Their words got Jeslyn thinking if they were unjustly sentenced like her and she found it to be likely. Although it's obvious that they are bad, not all bad people are killers, right?
So naive!
All she hopes for is that a kind-hearted person to remember her one day and save her from this mess. She mustn't let those people go, she must seek her vengeance as only a shell of the once carefree. Jeslyn was left to wander in this prison cell along with dead-hearted inmates.
All that her family and friends served her, she must return with interest.
As she made that declaration, unbeknownst to her, her loving husband whom she had forgotten she married was looking at the headlines his brother was reading aloud in another country.
"I can't believe this. She really killed her grandfather and was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole? Her lawyers must have been the most useless set of humans to live on earth. Even me, an idiot of law, could have handled her case better. Even though I couldn't prove her innocence, I could have appealed for a lesser punishment and labeled her crime as a mistake or self-defense. What type of a–"
"Call Smith," an emotionless voice sounded in Rex's ear.
WATCHOUT FOR EPISODE 8
#claraslibrary
©Sir_Zack
The line was well arranged and traffic-free until it got to her turn.
Just when she stretched her plate to get her weird-looking share of the good, a complete rouge, looking like a wild man with her uniform tied to her waist and hair left to look like that of a porcupine. Plus almost all of her face and body had tattoos drawn on them with different colors, and face and ear piercings that would disgust any onlooker, pushed her plate away then stood in front of her to queue for food.
It was obvious the person was a troublemaker, so Jeslyn took a step back for all her followers to get in front of her, unbeknownst to her that she just made a huge mistake.
Well, not her fault though. What could she have done?
After the five troublemakers had taken their share, Jeslyn was about to walk forward when she was unceremoniously pulled from the back and shoved out of the line.
"Nuisance,"
"Slow"
"Dimwit"
"Stupid"
"Pretty idiot"
Those abusive words came out from the lips of a few people in the queue as they glared at her.
Jeslyn stood dumbfounded. She didn't understand why she was getting hated on for staying out of trouble until she heard, It
"No more food. You came too late. Come back early next time."
"Huh?" Jeslyn widened her eyes in horror. What do they mean by 'no more food?' In this large and beautiful prison?
Well, not very beautiful, but better than those she had seen with toilets and water in the same space where prisoners sleep.
Jeslyn glanced around the place and saw that there were only five people, plus herself that hadn't gotten any food.
Those prisoners who got nothing to eat glared at Jeslyn with fire brewing in their eyes.
Jeslyn felt her head growing numb from all the glares she was receiving from all sides and just wanted someone to save her from this situation.
"Hey, little bunny, come here."
'God, thank you!'
Jeslyn hurried off to her friends who were waving for her to come over.
She sat beside the two while looking at the disgusting food they were eating. It looked like beans, but the water was enough to drown a fish.
The bread or whatever they call it was burnt on both sides. She subconsciously frowned.
'Why would the cook even bother to burn bread? Does it add to the number they produce?' All she could come up with was that whoever made those bread was plainly wicked!
"You just got into the black book. Stick with us from now on, or else you'll be getting your a*s whopped." The pink said while her eyes were focused on her food.
"But I haven't done anything wrong," She said.
"Listen, little bunny. In here, you don't need to do anything wrong before you get killed, so obey her when she tells you anything," Yellow advised.
"Ok, I'm Sorry."
"Don't be apologetic when you are sure you did nothing wrong. However, that only applies to when you aren't weak like you are right now," Pink lectured.
"Ok, I understand, I'll remember that, thank you."
"Giving thanks should also come when the person you are thanking deserves it." Pink orate again.
Jeslyn blinked. But she deserved the appreciation, right?
"So, older sister, do you mind telling me what I did wrong?" She asked with pleading eyes.
"Stop acting coquettish with me. I might rape you right here," Yellow frowned.
Jeslyn bit her lip and lowered her head. What was she supposed to do as the humble girl she was?
"You are doing it again. Keep doing that and the queen might think you are calling her attention by seducing her. Get into anyone's bad book, but never, I mean, never, allow the queen to notice you. If she does, even though you get freedom from here, she will get out of jail just to look for you," Pink warned.
"Let me tell you a secret," Yellow smiled.
Jeslyn looked towards yellow and nodded.
"The queen is not simple. She goes in and out of jail the way she likes and nobody can stop her. Just now, she and her babies took two portions of food, which included yours and those four other girls and that's why they want to eat you whole. But don't worry, you are safe with us. No fly can hurt you when you are with us, well, except the queen and her babies, so watch out for that group of five."
Jeslyn nodded.
"Why are you so nice to me?" She asked after a while of silence.
She knew that it was rare for anyone to be this nice, especially in a place like this.
The two ladies ignored her and continued eating their food.
Jeslyn also stopped feeling curious. She just sat there with her palm placed under her jaw and with her elbow on the table as she watched them eat. She wasn't hungry as the food wasn't appealing.
In fact, putting that thing in her mouth would cause her to puke her guts out.
After they were done eating, the prisoners were taken to the open field to work on planting grains.
Jeslyn, who had no idea of how farming works stood by those two colored hair ladies while watching as they planted some grains, corn to be precise.
After a while, she learned that one had to make a little hole in the soft soil with a stick and put in two seeds before closing the hole.
She saw it as fun while others saw it as hard labor.
Yes, they have been doing this for the past one month and they still haven't covered half of the field that the eyes cannot even see where it ended.
Some places they planted on had grown, some were just sprouting, and others were still bare.
She admires the field whenever she decides to take a rest.
During the day, Jeslyn tries to act like everyone else, like she had nothing eating her up, but at night, she cries herself to sleep.
It's been three days since she was brought here and she hasn't eaten anything.
Those prisoners were taking revenge on her and she was sure of it.
Whenever she gets in the queue, they push her out.
At first, she didn't feel anything, but after not eating for two days straight, her body started to protest, and today being the third day of starving, her stomach was no longer giving her face as it had started to contend with her, making growling sounds.
"Little bunny, what's that sound? It's f*cking my ears, shut it!" Pink grumbled in annoyance as the grumbling of Jeslyn's stomach disturbed her peaceful sleep.
"I can't control it," she said in a small embarrassing tone.
"Don't tell me you are hungry?"
"Hehehe…" Jeslyn laughed awkwardly.
"So, little bunny is a mortal? I thought you were immune to food. Serves you right. This will teach you to stop letting others bully you into giving them what is rightfully yours. If you can't sleep, start doing exercise, it will tire you out and probably put you to sleep in no time." Pink suggested.
"Or, I can bang you and you'll fall asleep very quickly after a few orgasms, what do you say?" Yellow chimed in with a tease in her voice.
"Shut that damn hole of yours. Little bunny shouldn't be corrupted. Use your f"*cking fingers on your freaking pot!" Pink yelled.
"F*ck you, pink! I don't get satisfaction from my punny fingers. I want a tongue and a large pecker down there. I've missed those modafackers, like damn! When are they coming?"
"Just use the girls, gush!" Pink felt irritated. She didn't know when Yellow started to crave girls and she freaking wants to give her a black eye.
"Don't take my word for it, I don't do girls. You talk like you don't know me."
"Nah, I don't know you anymore. You keep saying girls these days and I just want to spank you for being bad."
Yellow sighed. "I saw the queen the other day and her girls doing bad things. She didn't even bother to keep her business clean. Anyways, I was just playing around and as for that nerdy wardress, you know me. I hate being woken from sleep with that banging on the bar like I'm some criminal."
"Aren't you? You are in the unit for hardcore criminals, first-degree murderers so, what makes you innocent?" Pink teased.
"Yeah, we all know the law is blind and unjust. Thank you for reminding me." A flicker of emotion other than sarcasm and a playful tone could be heard in her voice for a moment before it switched back to her usual playful tone.
Their words got Jeslyn thinking if they were unjustly sentenced like her and she found it to be likely. Although it's obvious that they are bad, not all bad people are killers, right?
So naive!
All she hopes for is that a kind-hearted person to remember her one day and save her from this mess. She mustn't let those people go, she must seek her vengeance as only a shell of the once carefree. Jeslyn was left to wander in this prison cell along with dead-hearted inmates.
All that her family and friends served her, she must return with interest.
As she made that declaration, unbeknownst to her, her loving husband whom she had forgotten she married was looking at the headlines his brother was reading aloud in another country.
"I can't believe this. She really killed her grandfather and was sentenced to life imprisonment without parole? Her lawyers must have been the most useless set of humans to live on earth. Even me, an idiot of law, could have handled her case better. Even though I couldn't prove her innocence, I could have appealed for a lesser punishment and labeled her crime as a mistake or self-defense. What type of a–"
"Call Smith," an emotionless voice sounded in Rex's ear.
WATCHOUT FOR EPISODE 8
#claraslibrary
©Sir_Zack
