Chapter 1
The sounds of shuffling, banging and screaming coax me from my sleep, my body shivering from the cold air as I slowly become alert. Its morning time judging by the small amount of light that filters through my window and soon the Guards will be forcing me on my feet.
"Get up girly, its time for fun." Banging on the bars to my cell, the Guard takes one look at me as I push myself into a sitting up, trying my best to keep the thin blanket wrapped around me to try and keep warm. My warm breath becomes fog in the air as I yawn, slipping my feet into the prison issued slippers and standing from my bed, if that’s what you could call the thin mattress on a concrete slab. My cell doors open and I throw the blanket onto my bed before slinking out to join the others.
As I line up with the others that were caught as thieves, I think about how I ended up in Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women.
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I race across the street, heading to the alleyways that would take me to my hide out and to safety. I dodge the cars and bikes that drive by me, my bag slowing me down with the weight of the food inside. But I needed it if I wanted to survive the winter this year.
"Stop in the name of the Crown!" Ahead of me a Man shouts while pointing in my direction. The Police Officer causes the pedestrians to look in my direction with fear and disgust as they part to give him easier access to me. Rolling my eyes, I turn right and head into the dark alley beside me. I know these alleyways like the back of my hand. Growing up in the slums after loosing any memories I had before age six, I learned that the world Is not for a lone child and that to survive I have to be fast and learn faster.
I keep to the shadows as I run through the back alleyways, always zigzagging in hopes of confusing the Police pursuing me. Past crumbling walls, under clothes hanging to dry that were washed earlier in the day by the ladies of the slums, through backyards baren and ruined from years of neglect.
Finally, I stop and slink into a hollow door way and take a moment to catch my breath before checking to see if I have lost my pursuers. Thankfully, I find the coast is clear and decide to make the final stretch to my house, if that’s what you could call the run down single room shack with an attached bathroom I found at eight years old.
The way to my shack is uneventful, my eyes and ears alert for any movement that indicates the Police have found me, but luckily no one had. With a grin, I stop just before the current alleyway ends and look down both sides of the rundown street. Small bungalows make my little rundown shack look out of place, but it is enough for me to know that no one would think to check the unassuming building that I have been putting work into making is a decent home.
With the coast clear, I run the short distance towards the back door of the shack, slipping silently inside and shutting the door before locking it. I am safe now.
Smiling, I make my way to the small dining table and place my bag on top of it. The first thing I do is sort the food, placing the cans on the small shelf above the minifridge before removing the money and jewels I managed to secure from some rich woman in the shopping district. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that I am one step closer to being able to leave the Capitol and buying my own piece of land where I can live a good life. I just need to hang on just until Spring next year.
Taking the money and jewels, I carry them to the bathroom where I lift the loose tile behind the toilet and take out the small tin cookie box. Placing it on the counter, I open the lid with my free hand and sigh at the money and jewelry that greets me. I add my haul to it before securing the lid and hid the cookie tin once more. Making sure the tile is secured in place, I head back to my food stash and take out a few piece of fruit I had stolen today, deciding a small fruit salad is a meal fit for celebrating a good haul. With the diced fruit in the bowl and the scraps in my small compost bin on the table, I make my way to the cot I call a bed and sit down, enjoying the sweet taste of the fruit. It is when I finish the meal that the power cuts out, causing me to curse in the dark.
Placing the bowl on the bed, I stand and make my way to the door. Storms are problematic in the slums, always cutting out the power that we get here. I had thought I fixed this issue when I placed a solar panel on the roof of my hut, something I had stolen three years ago when I got sick and tired of the power cutting out for days, but clearly I need more to keep the power steady here. With a sigh, I exit my home and go to see what I can do to restore power. The fall rain pelts down on my body, causing me to shiver as I make my way to the right side of my shack where the power box is. Reaching it withing a minute, unease settles inside me when I notice the wire to the solar panel has been cut, its stored power that would usually work unable to connect to my power box.
Realizing that I am in trouble, I turn and try to run back inside to the safety of my shack but I am too late. Strong arms wrap around my neck, forcing me back against a sturdy body, one I know I have no chance of fighting against.
“Allison of the Slums, you are under arrest for crimes against the citizens including larceny, theft and burglary.” With that, I am forced onto my knees as a group of Pollice Officers surround me, their guns painted in my direction while another Officer comes to handcuff me. Secured and in their grasps, the Officers pat me down – more like groped me- before dragging me to the back of a transport van alone and left in the dark with my fate unknown.
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That is how I become prisoner number five-zero-five-four. There was no trial, no Judge to decide my fate. To the law, I am an unwed fertile female in need of correcting. I needed a strict hand to guide me in becoming a proper female for society. With a sigh, I find that I am last to line up with the other and take a chance to look at the girls in the corridor. Many are like me, here for petty theft or burglary hoping to make a living and find some form of escape from the hell called the Capitol Slums. After our meal, we will be sent to the many facilities to work either in the mines, the textile shops or the farms where we obtain the food we eat. But this is work only for thieves.
For prostitutes, their fates are worse.
If you were caught and arrested as a prostitute and sent here, you have one of two options. Accept the help to change right away and be sent to what we call the “Plush” room, where you will be trained as a proper lady before being sold to the aristocrats as a mistress or be defiant and endure the Guards taking turns raping you until you break and are forced into submission. From there you are sent to the Palace and the Regent decides your fate – although I hear that fate is worse than being sold as a mistress.
Rubbing my tired eyes, I count the number of prostitute in line up – four. These are the ones that were screaming last night, their first night in this prison. These are the ones that said no to being sent to the plush room and after a night of the Guards treatment, were given a chance to reconsider their options and by the looks of their hunched over, wobbling figures, they choose to repent and be rehabilitated. They will be enjoying the plush room from now on until they are deemed worthy to leave.
With a sigh, I follow behind my line as the Guards order us to move, watching a primly dressed woman approach the four women and guide them away. For some reason I find myself being thankful that I stole to survive instead of selling my body as I watch their listless bodies move towards another corridor.
Chapter 2 "Thanks Artie." I smile at Aurther the head chef of the prison, a gentle giant of a man who got stuck here after killing a man in self defense. Everyone loves him. He is friendly, polite and always helping those that don’t cause him any trouble. The best part is if you are kind to him and help him in the kitchen, then you’ll earn extra desert in this hell hole. “Not a problem Alli Cat. Also, take this.” Holding out a cupcake to me, I quickly reach over and receive the treat and place it onto my tray, my necklace slipping out from under the collar of my shirt and catching the light. "You better hide that or some one will try to steal it." Aurther states quietly, motioning to the simple chain with a locket. Quickly reaching for the necklace and tuck it back into its hiding spot, praying that no one else saw it as the insignia on it is the only clue to my past. That and a photo of me as a baby placed inside with the note ‘my darling, my world, my princess’ written by a femin
Chapter 3 "Are you hard of hearing, stupid, or both.” The voice that yelled earlier repeats as the Guard ignores him, his hands already moving to push at my shorts. This time I fight back, throwing my head against his in hopes of breaking his nose as well. “I said unhand her you ignoramus." The deep male voice is close and right now, he is my only hope in getting out of this mess. The Guard stops, giving me a chance to try and take a look at the man who is saving me but unfortunately for my luck, the Guard is like a brick wall. "What I am doing doesn't concern a Palace Guard, now keep moving pretty boy." The Guard nearly yells back, causing me to flinch for a moment. What the hell is a Palace Guard doing here of all places. The Regent never cares about this place. "This is the last warning." The Palace Guard warns, his voice growing closer. The Guard holding onto me scoffs, most likely deciding to ignore the man. Without warning, the Guard is off me and howling on the floor, his
Chapter 4 Groaning, I open my eyes long enough only to wince and shut them tightly, hiding my head under a soft plush pillow as a migraine wrecks my brain. Just what happened to me after the Palace Guard saved me? I wonder, allowing my body to sink deeper into what ever I lay on. The air feels clean and fresh as I took a deep breath and my body relaxed and warm. Bolting up at the realization that this is not my prison cell, I wince again and regret the sudden movements. My head feels like an ax is splitting it in two, the only memory I have being that I passed out after seeing the insignia on the Palace Guard’s blazer. From there I had dreams, or were they nightmares, the flew past my mind like a blur of colours that I could barely see. With a groan I shut my eyes and run my fingers through my messy hair before massaging my temples, hoping to relieve the pressure. "Where the hell am I?" I whisper, trying to piece together what happened after passing out. Deciding I need to take a
Chapter 5 My footsteps echo along the halls as the two Guards follow silently behind me. Along the way many of the residents of the Palace recognize me I made my way through the halls, bowing and whispering about how the rightful Queen has finally been found. My strides grow in confidence with their whispered support even when my memories fail me when trying to find my destination, but thankfully the Guards stay silent, allowing me to walk the halls at my own pace. It takes a few twist and turns but soon I find myself standing in front of large oak doors with my family’s crest etched into them. The doors are slightly ajar and as the Guards that have accompanied me move to open them, I hold out my hand and shake my head no. "She is a child!" A man’s voice angrily shouts, causing me to roll my eyes at this out burst. "Allisara is not a child. She is twenty which is old enough to rule." Comes a reply. I recognize the voice belonging to Demitrias and chuckle. Who ever he is arguing wi
Chapter 6 Staring at the list of names in front of me, I sigh and lean back in my chair rubbing my temple. This morning as promised, Sky had showed up to my room and lead me to the armoury, helping me pick out a few weapons that I can keep on my body at all times for self defense. After that, he lead me to my father’s Study explaining that no one other than the assigned Maids were allowed inside. It was a burden lifted off my shoulders that I never knew I had in mind when I walked into the room and learned from Ellisia – the Head Maid in charge of this room – that nothing has been changed in the last fourteen years. From there Sky and I began to weed through the names of Guards now under his command. Right away Sky points out the ones that he knew for a fact were supporters of the Trilavantas, their promotions over the years being ones that made me question if they truly deserved their current rank. Of course I added them to the list of those who will be let go and groaned when I re
Chapter 7 Taking a bite of the fruit platter Ellisia brought in for me, I continue pulling up the files of the Maids that were confirmed to have slept with Demitrias. It been two days since announcing my intention to the Guards and only a handful of men who sided with Juden Trilavantas have pledged their loyalty to me. Without needing to be told, Sky had assigned men to keep an eye on this small group, knowing that until we are one hundred percent certain of their loyalty, we will have to be careful around them. “Have the three ladies who are confirmed to be pregnant agreed to a DNA test?” I ask Sky as he walks over and steals a strawberry from my plate. “Yes they have. We already obtained a sample of Demitrias’ saliva and if the test confirms he is the father, we will be firing those ladies and giving them enough compensation from the Trilavantas estate to tide them over until the children are in school. The others suspected of sleeping with both Demitrias and Juden have been fire
Chapter 8 "Turn left right here. Its the last shack on the street" The hummer turns at the next street, Sky effortlessly navigating the rough slums with my help. The trip was short, about an hour from the Palace with the slums being on the south side of the Capitol, and this opportunity gave me a chance to see just how my city is divided. After a minute of driving onto the road, the vehicle begins to slow as Sky navigates the many large pot holes in the road. “Tough street.” He sighs out, his knuckles on the steering wheel turning white as he holds it in a deathlike grip. “Its worse after a storm. One wrong step and you end up knee deep in a hole.” Chuckling, I begin pointing out where the worst ones are until finally Sky pulls up beside the shack and shuts of the engine. “No offense, but this place looks unsafe.” He muses as we climb out of the Hummer. I shiver from the cold winter air and hurriedly make my way towards the back with Sky following behind me. "It looks better insi
Chapter 9 Standing in front of the familiar wooden door with the paint chipping and pealing away, my hand is raised to knock, to let Liz and Ron know I am home, but the nerves inside me causes me to hesitate. "You going to knock?" Sky asks, concern lacing his voice. "Eventually" He sighs at my answer and steps beside me, knocking on the door. Instinct tells me to run and hide, but a strong grip on my wrist keeps me in place as Sky gives me a helpless sigh. I know he is doing this for my own good, but I don’t think I am ready to face Ron and Liz. A muffled shuffle coming from the other side of the door tells me it is to late to back down now and in seconds the door is pulled open, Liz’s smiling face morphing into one of shock. "Allison?" Her voice cracks as tears slowly make their way down her wrinkled face before her surprisingly strong arms pull me into her for a hug. She smells like cinnamon and in moments my own tears fall from my eyes and I return her hug. "Ron, come here" Sh