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The Cell: Part 2
My smile started to quickly fade as I began to notice where we were. I was in that cell they brought me into earlier. And that man standing above me laughing was Scott, out of all the inmates.
I looked back into his eyes and calmly asked him, just to be sure. "Scott? We are in one of Maximum's super prisons, aren't we?"
He nodded. "Yes, love. Russia to be a bit more in general terms. "
"God You have been living here for three months?
"Yes. I've tried to bend in with this type of environment, but my beautiful face just wouldn't change for anyone."
I giggled softly. Oh, how I missed his sense of humor. "Has anyone tried to make a move on you yet?"
He smirked. "Only about two dozen times, but don't worry; I'm still clean."
I let out another giggle, but more one of relief then humorous related. Scott isn't a man who looks like a person with a criminal reputation, but he has shared his moments of theft and trespassing in the past. When I think of prison inmates,
"Here's some fresh meat for ya, kid!" The guard cockily said said as he threw me onto the cold, hard prison cell floor. I've been beaten and tossed around since the first minute I was captured. The sole reason they captured me was because that part of the plan. The plan to get my best friend back.
The other beefy guard chuckled and spoke with a strong hint of broken English. "Ha! She won't last a day here without giving up a bit of her female innocence!"
"Yeah," the first guard agreed, also having a heavy accent in him, "she is like a fish outta water."
I still had that blasted blindfold pressed up to my mouth, so they couldn't hear my faint swears. Speaking was the least of my worries though. They had bidden my hands together with electronic cuffs set behind my back. I knew this wasn't just any prison; it was one that held the the most ruthless rebels in all of eastern Russia. This prison was also a male-only one.
The second guard then smacked the door shut, locking me with the most a
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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