Chapter 2: Prisoner.

I remained on the floor, nurturing the pain from my dislocated arm.

I struggled on my feet, letting out a painful groan as shock cruised through my muscles from the dislocation.

“Hello." I held the dislocated arm and forced a smile at girl sitting on the edge of the bed.

She glared at me, her expression unreadable. She had her jumpsuit pulled to her waist and tied it around her belly, revealing her navel which the white top top hugging her body couldn't cover.

She pulled out a fat cigarette and lit it. She clipped it between her lips and stood up. I took a step backwards fearfully, watching as she puff the smoke from the cigar in the air.

“Hi." She gave a deadly smile.

I forced a smile. “I'm Olivia." I said with a trembling voice.

She nodded and puffed out the smoke again which coiled lazily in the air.

“So what do you bring for us Olivia." She said, her voice thick and firm.

I stated at her with confusion etching on my face.

“What..what do you mean?" I stuttered, careful with my words.

She frowned and removed the cigar from her lips.

“When you visit a place, do you go there empty handed? I mean you should have come with something like this." She waved the cigar before Olivia.

“I don't smoke." I simply said.

It was as if the statement snapped one of her nerve. Her eyes became red with anger. She punched me in the belly and I doubled over, my stomach churning with an unbearable pain.

She grabbed my hair and I winced out painfully, slapping her hand weakly but she tightened her grip on my hair.

“What did you bring for us?!" She voiced our threateningly.

“I...I.. brought nothing."

The answer I gave made me receive another punch in the belly and saliva poured out of my mouth. I Winced out.

“What the fuck did you bring b*tch!!"

I didn't know the answer to give again but my lips moved against my will, spitting out the words.

“I…I Don't know." My voice trembled weakly.

She pushed me forcefully in a way I hit my back against the wall, letting out a choking groan.

She squatted before me with a deadly smile on her face while I crawled back till my back hit the wall.

She smiled and touched the side of my head with her finger, raking it down to my chin. Her touch sent wave of fear streaming through my spine.

“Stop it Grace." The lady who had been on the bed all along held her hand from behind, stoping her.

Grace stood up and smiled at her. “I'm only welcoming our visitor Amaya. No strings attached." She said.

I could see jealousy in Amaya's eyes over something which my innocent mind couldn't comprehend quickly.

Amaya stared at her in the silence before she released her hand.

A loud sound echoed all over the prison and the gates of the cells opened, creaking loudly.

“It's lunch time." Grace said, kissed Amaya and glanced at me before going out. Amaya followed her after glaring at me critically as if giving a warning with her gaze.

I crawled to the bed and laid on the upper bunker, feeling my belly burning with pain.

Loud noises which sounded like the prisoners were arguing couldn't allow me to focus. Soon I started hearing the sound of breaking glasses and the turmoil increased.

I crawled out of the bed and walked outside, gripping the iron railings the edge because the prison is on the top of the restaurant.

I looked down to see two female prisoners fighting with people gathered around them, chanting;

“Kill her!! Kill her!! Kill her!!"

One of the fighters carried the other and raised her up, slamming her against a table. The chanting increased.

I shook my head gently with a deep exhalation, wondering what is so amusing about a fight.

“Welcome to the land of mystery." I heard a voice beside me. Turning sharply, I saw a young girl who should be 18yrs. She had her hair totally scraped, leaving her head hairless like a bald witch.

I wonder what a young girl like her is doing in the prison.

“Why are you welcoming me?" I stared at her confusingly.

She smiled and held the iron barricade, looking down at the fighters as if the answer to the question I asked lies there.

“What you see here is just a tip of the iceberg. Many people die overnight without knowing what kills them. You need to be smart, fierce and most of all strong to survive here..." She paused and turned to me.

“99.9 percent of the prisoners here have that quality except you. Call me Ruto." She said and bounced off, leaving me speechless.

Distantly, I saw her shaking hands with prisoners who are taller than her.

“She must be a bad girl." I muttered and shouted. “Heyy wait!" I hurried after her. “Why are you telling me all this?" I walked beside her.

She glanced at me with a little smile. “I'm telling you so you can survive. For how long are you to be here?" She asked casually.

“Life imprisonment." I answered.

“What!!!" She stopped and stared at me surprisingly. “You're going to grow old here and fucking give birth! Jeez!" She laughed gently.

I laughed too. That was my first laughter since I got to the prison.

We continued to walk silently along the passage and some prisoners were bowing respectfully for Ruto along the passage.

“How long have you been in the prison and how do you get here?" I asked her.

The question made a deep frown form on her face. “Men are scum!!" She gritted her teeth.

I stared at her interestingly, eager to know more. “Is a man the reason why you're here?" I inquired curiously.

Ruto glanced at me, her eyes red with anger. She nodded her head gently, boiling in rage.

“I swear I'm going to fucking kill Jack when I step my feet out of here! That bastard!!