Page 2 of Justice

Oh, he could count on it. She had every intention of using each second she spent locked up formulating a plan to make him pay. She knew how to survive in prison, how to show no fear and climb to the top, using everything available to get what you needed, and she had the cocky bastard before her to thank. With all the bragging he did when he sent in one of his crew to take care of an open mouth, which needed shut behind bars. She had listened as they bragged about the small stints of time club members spent in shackles, honing their craft of deception, while they chugged beer and fucked multiple women. She had learned and retained the simple tricks needed to stay alive and thrive behind bars.

He closed the distance between them, tossing a photograph of her mother’s smiling face to the shiny table she had sat behind for days. The warm set of blue eyes, which matched hers, stared back at her. He meant it as a way to break her, but Red had clearly underestimated her ability to catalog her emotions, turning the pain of losing her mother into a means to survive.

Wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close enough so no one else could hear.

“I told you, Princess. Everything comes with a price, and it’s time you paid yours.”

CHAPTERONE

Hard steel meetsthe soft curves of her back, tired legs spread wide as Vi, the newest inmate, tries to crawl between her knees. Glancing down into the glassy eyes of the blonde who arrived a month ago, she recalls what it was like the first time she stepped foot off the bus and into the yard of the prison.

Her hands and feet were shackled, her long hair tied back with a cheap rubber band. She’d been hosed off in water so cold her teeth chattered, then handed a stack of scrubs with INMATE stamped across the back in large, reflective letters. A nurse checked her over, took some blood, and then passed her back to the waiting guard who escorted her to a cell she would call home for the next four years.

Unlike Vi, who had come in yelling and screaming, she had remained stoic as the door to her cell closed with a thud, and the officer eye fucked her as he stepped away.

“Get in there, you stupid bitch.” Officer Glynn Stone demands as he bends a stoned Vi over the edge of the table, the drugs in her system rendering her incapable of climbing on the slick surface by herself.

Stone was a favorite of the warden’s. Ugly as a dog’s ass, and twice as dirty, he walked around sniffing her cunt every morning as she made her rounds. She rewarded him handsomely for his devotion, as his main job was to sample the inmates, see who she could add to the lucrative business she ran using the prisoners in her charge.

It was his idea to have a handful of other officers, who had shown loyalty to him, come in and sample the product from time to time. Tonight, was one of those events, the excitement in the air compared to what Justice assumed a bachelor party would be.

Turning her attention to the far wall, the clock reminded her there were two more hours left before the warden would shut off the lights and demand everyone return to their cells, ending the officer’s fun and sending them back to their wives or girlfriends.

Justice had been a guest of Georgia State Correction Facility for Women since two days after her nineteenth birthday. Four years had passed since the Honorable William T. Nolen slammed his gavel down, sentencing her to ten years for the murder of her mother, a bullshit conviction handed out by a bought-and-paid-for jury. Years later, she still scoffs when her mind wanders to the day the only justice in the room was her name on the paperwork.

Where most girls celebrated their twenty-first birthday with a party in a bar, surrounded by friends and nameless boys who bought them drinks, Justice had watched the clock tick by as two guards pounded their dicks into her over and over.

Most of the women who came here were drugged until they were addicted to the stuff, making them willing to do anything the warden wanted in order to get more.

Glancing over at the next table, she watches as one of those girls, Dee Dee, closes her eyes as the guard fills her veins with liquid death. While Stone slams his dick into her ass, not bothering to wait until she is ready.

Dee Dee had come in on the same bus as Justice, convicted of welfare fraud and sentenced to three years. She was a heavy girl, well over three hundred pounds, with a hearty appetite and wicked right hook. When she resisted what the warden wanted her to do, she, like so many before her, became a victim to the drugs Officer Stone gets off pumping into those who resist.

After a while Dee Dee became a zombie, taking one drug to wake up in the morning and another to make her shed her clothes and do as the warden asked. She is no longer the girl who tried to steal Justice’s lunch, earning both a week in solitary confinement when the pair fought, and she got a taste of the right hook. The week for Dee Dee turned into four as she resisted the warden’s offer, and the next time the two shared a look, it was as Stone felt her up while he shoved a needle in her arm. Justice watched as the girl who she once assumed to be an obstacle, dissolved into a puddle of nothing, her once plump frame now skin and bones, barely pushing the scale to ninety pounds.

Streams of blood flow down Dee Dee’s legs and onto the table where, just hours ago, the women in this block ate dinner and laughed at the men in this room. Officer Stone is the usual source of entertainment as many of them were on the receiving end of what he has to offer—a tiny dick and the stamina of a thirteen-year-old boy jerking off for the first time. Not that it mattered to her, Justice had lost the ability to orgasm a long time ago, one more thing a man had stolen from her.

Justice was smarter than the other girls, going willingly with what the warden wanted, as to avoid the dependence on drugs. She knew firsthand what relying on anything, especially a man, could do to you.

“Get it, get in there and eat that pussy.” Stone orders, slapping Vi’s ass as she dives between Justice’s thighs. Vi’s tongue swirls in sloppy circles around her clit as the guards continue to chant for more. Justice is a good actress, screaming like she knows they like, encouraging the girl to suck harder and use her fingers, all the bullshit men expect when fucking a nameless girl.

Even before the first night she spent locked behind bars, Justice began to plan her revenge. She compiled a list of those men who had wronged her, Red, of course, being at the top. Over the years her list had grown to include Officer Stone and a man whose name makes her cringe.

She’s spent four years of a ten-year sentence for a crime she didn’t commit, learning from the inmates around her. Listening as they exchange stories of how they were caught, the right and wrong way to hide things. How to brew wine in a toilet, and make a weapon out of paper, and DIY anything you didn’t want permanent.

While they talk of parole hearings and attorney visits, she spends her time buried in newspapers, keeping tabs on what is happening outside these walls, and trying to stay in the good graces of the warden. Learning and listening to the true criminals giving her all the tools she needs to carry out her revenge.

But most of all, she has learned how men work, how to play their game against them. And one day, when they open those gates and set her free, she’s going to take back what they stole from her.

Her eyes trail back to Vi, her motions against her clit have stopped and her head is now limp against Justice’s leg. Her eyes are still open, dull pools of death reflecting back at her. The guard behind Vi is still pounding his dick into her; his focus on getting off clouding his ability to notice the girl is dead from the drugs he pushed into her.

Almost as if planned, the blaring music and flashing lights stop as the warden stands on the railing above them, her eyes fixed on the dead girl between Justice’s thighs. The wide-eyed guard who was fucking her, now stands against the wall, his flaccid dick covered in blood and hanging out of his uniform, his hands buried in his hair as he turns to the side and vomits on the floor.

The warden and Stone exchange a look, and instantly Vi is pulled from the table, tossed over his shoulder, a trail of blood from her backside runs down her legs and onto the cement floor, leaving a trail for Hansel and Gretel to follow.

Dee Dee’s limp body is tossed into her cell, the guard not bothering to cover her nakedness up as he zips up his uniform pants and closes the cell door.

“Gentlemen, I hope you’ve had an enjoyable evening.” The warden addresses the guards, as each of them, raise their heads in her direction. “Be advised the security tapes are available for the viewing pleasure of anyone who would ask, in the event one of your wives pays me a visit.”

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