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| Killers Unite - Group Therapy; Open | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 11 2009, 10:52 PM (469 Views) | |
| Feral | Jan 11 2009, 10:52 PM Post #1 |
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Time: January 13th, 9:00 a.m. Sitting in a circle of metal chairs were several of the murderers at the mutant prison. Maria was one of them. Almost two weeks ago, she was captured by police officers who saw her steal a radio from an electronics store. But after getting to the police station, one of her late step-father's friends recognized her, and claimed that she was the one who had killed Harry Bellinger and Marcella Callasantos. He also claimed that the mutant had killed her little brothers and sisters. Maria only denied her siblings' deaths, even though her own sister, Lucia, testified during her investigation that she had. After a couple days of investigations, the Hispanic girl was given a life sentence at the mutant penitentiary, the C.A.G.E. Since then, she has been nothing more than a girl with no hair, fur, big teeth, a tail, and claws that she couldn't use. Her jumpsuit she had to wear was not only degrading, but it hurt for her to wear. Her tail was trapped inside, and hurt when it moved. If she had had her claws, she would have ripped a hole on her butt a long time ago. Had she not been in such a masculine environment, she would have cried. But she had to hide her emotions in hopes of not getting beat or ridiculed by the guards or any of her fellow inmates. But, here she was in an 8' by 10' room that had a bunch of people that were similar to her, only worse. Most of the people that were in that room were larger than her, were males, and had killed many more people than she had. But being in a room with people who had done similar things with their lives was actually refreshing for her. A nice break from all the softies that lived in Mutant Town. With these people, she was discussing all the things that had led up to the murder of their victims. Maria couldn't wait until it was her turn to say something. While the other people talked, she didn't listen. She simply sat in her chair, rocking back and forth, with her arms crossed. It gave her time to think about what she could do with her life in that hell-hole. Never had it crossed her mind that she would ever get in the place, much less get a life sentence. It was just nice that she didn't get a death sentence. God knows she deserved it. When the man leading the session turned his head to Maria, he smiled. That was what she hated the most about him. "Maria," he said, with a sweet tone in his voice, "Would you like to share today?" Maria smiled back in a mocking fashion. "Why, yes, Senor, I would love to." She cleared her throat and began her story. "Well. When I was ten, my dad left us. I blamed my kid brother and sister. But I swear I didn't kill 'em. I hated the little brats, but I didn't kill 'em. Lucia's a dumb liar. Anyways, later on, that pig Harry, my mama's husband, raped me an' Lucia. So, I killed 'im. The little runt deserved it. I took off his face, fingers, and anything they could identify him with. Mama knew. So she killed the only things that ever gave a care about me. The only things that actually needed me: my pigeons." Maria didn't usually talk about her pigeons. People often made fun of her for even liking the rats with wings. "So, I killed 'er back. An' that's it." She smiled back at the man. "Any questions, Nancy boy?" The therapist frowned. "That's Doctor Reifenberg to you, Miss. And, yes, I do have a few questions." The man's voice annoyed the hell out of her. She wanted with every little piece of her body to kill him. She couldn't stand seeing his frail, white body any more. If she had the chance, she would claw out his larynx. It would be fun. He continued his sentence in a high pitched voice. "And, yes, I do have a few questions. Why didn't you call the police when Harry violated you? And what of Matteo and Carolina? Why does Lucia think you killed them?" He looked concerned, but Maria knew it was bull. He didn't give a shit about the mutant race. They were scum to him and everybody at that dump. She responded with a grumpy tone. "He didn't violate me, so yaya tome una mierda. He raped me. Do you know what rape is? It's when some cabeza de guevo inserts his ding a ling into my special place without me wantin' it. He did it to Lucia, too. And the cops couldn'ta done nothin' for me. I was a mutant already. I was scum of the earth. They'da said too bad, mutie. So I killed him myself." Maria glared at the therapist. "Don't say those names ever again. I'm asking you nicely. It's 'cause I blamed 'em fer papa leavin'. He couldn't handle four kids and no job. Now, leave me alone." Maria sat back in her chair, an expressionless look on her face. The mad sighed and rolled his eyes. His feelings for Maria weren't any better than her anger towards him. But, now, he wanted to leave this dramatic crybaby to herself. Time to move on. "Would anybody else like to share?" |
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| Colossus | Jan 16 2009, 03:21 PM Post #2 |
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He didn't belong here. No... it's not that he didn't belong in prison; that had been established a long time ago. He'd told most of the prison his story... anyone who cared to listen, which after a couple of months included most of the prison population. Most of the prisoners got bored with their normal routines at some point and ended up talking with people they normally wouldn't talk to... it was in man's nature to seek out the new and fresh. However, Colossus often got scoffed for his story... accused of not wanting to admit to who or what he was – a murderer and terrorist with a resume that 'even Magneto would find attractive. He knew he didn't belong in prison, but as he sat there in the chair for his fifth session, Piotr let out an obvious sigh of frustration as inmate after inmate ranted about their horrible existences, trying to explain away why they had become the men and women that they had become. Some of their stories were rather sound, and Pete found himself pitying the speaker, but others felt more like flimsy justifications for the horrendous crimes they had committed, and it was all the strongman could do to stomach the stories every two weeks. Yes... he had killed forty-six people... forty-three of them had become smears and stains on whitewashed concrete in a storm of living metallic, vengeful fury. They had kept him imprisoned for god knows how long... tormenting him, pushing his pain threshold... trying to see how much he could take until he literally emptied his bowels before passing out. They would send current after current of electricity flowing through his body until every nerve was Petey's own private little hell. Hours became days... days became months... until time itself bled into nothingness; it all turned into one long pain-filled nightmare. Could anyone blame him at jumping at the sliver of hope that presented itself to the large Russian? Could anyone blame him for crushing anyone underfoot in his attempt to escape the confines of hell? Could anyone really blame him for actually breaking out of the building to see the sun for the first time in what felt like at least a decade and start running, only to turn around, go back to that abomination of a structure and tear it down brick by brick? Sure... he felt remorse at having taken all those lives in his bid for freedom; it had been the first time he had ever spilled blood, but he wore the accusation of destruction of government property proudly. As far as he was concerned, he had been doing his people a service that day. He was torn from his thoughts by the young lady three seats to his left, telling her story of why she was in here, blinking tiredly as he half-listened. He was unsure whether to believe this one or not. She finally cut her story short with an abrupt order for the therapist to leave her alone as she sat back in her chair. The room remained quiet as it usually did... a lot of this crowd was either reluctant to say anything in this setting, or so into their therapy that they wanted to respect others who might receive the same help they were getting. "Would anybody else like to share?" His eyes fell on Piotr, “Peter, this will be your what... sixth session?” He looked down at his clipboard, “Ah sorry... fifth.” He looked back up at the Russian, “And you haven't said a word. How about it.” Pete was uncomfortable being put on the spot like this... and it plainly showed on his chiseled features. “Nyet,” he finally said reluctantly, “I do not wish to talk.” The therapist eyed him for a few moments and then looked around a little bit more, “Anyone else?” |
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| Rage | Jan 17 2009, 12:22 PM Post #3 |
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The first woman spoke. Rage didn’t pay much attention, at first she did but when she couldn’t understand any of the woman’s words she tuned out. From what the hazel eyed woman could decode, the woman that spoke, Maria, was raped. There was more to it obviously but as said before she didn’t really understand most of what Maria was talking about. Then ‘Doctor Reifenberg’ asked if anybody else wanted to play his game of show and tell. Directing his attention to the Russian, Peter, who didn’t want to talk. “Anyone else?” Tina was not much to volunteer for anything. Silence went through the room, and the Doctor looked down at his clipboard. “Okay then, Miss James how about you?” Rage looked at him and asked him back in a level tone of voice, “How about me what?” The Doctor cleared his throat and continued, “Well it says you’re here for several different crimes, being a part of a terrorist organization, but the start of it all was that you killed your parents… Why don’t you tell me about that day? Or why it is you killed them, what lead to all of that?” It was an accident; she never meant to get either of them killed. She just couldn’t control her powers. Tina released a blinding rage that grew high enough for her parents to kill each other. “There’s not much to tell from that. It was an accident.” The doctor gave a look that told her he thought her answer was questionable. She didn’t care what he thought. “And what about you’re other crimes, were they an accident too? Was joining Magneto’s group an accident?” The Rage Bringer was starting to get annoyed. She replied flatly, “No.” The Doctor sighed and leaned back into his chair, “Tina I’m having a hard time believing that one ‘accident’…” he motioned his fingers to emphasis that the word ‘accident’ was the hard part to believe in and continued. “…Led to… well what we have now.” “We?” She glared at him. “We don’t have anything. These were my choices. You didn’t have a say or helping hand in where I am now. You shouldn’t take credit. You know nothing about me or why I did the things I've done.” Without shifting or any other sort of movement he responded, “Then tell us.” Probably along with the other depowered mutants who had to sit through this, she did not like the Doctor. “Fine… Everyone, I think this man is completely incompetent and maybe even a eunuch.” Not amused the doctor said to Tina, “I take it this means you’re done talking.” “A man of average intellect could tell I was done shortly after I started.” |
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| Feral | Jan 17 2009, 06:31 PM Post #4 |
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Maria, after sharing, glanced annoyingly at Piotr. Why anybody wouldn’t want to share was beyond her. Feeling that she couldn’t hold it in any longer, she had to say something, “What, ya scared to let the people in here know that you took someone’s life? Scared t’let someone know you could kill ‘im like that? Nombre, you gotta—“ Maria was cut off by the Doctor, who angrily yelled “That’s enough, Maria!” She sighed, sat back in her chair, and continued to cross her arms. “If he doesn’t want to share, that’s his choice. I can’t make decisions for you guys, and you mustn’t make tell your friends what to do. Maria rolled her eyes and turned her head to the bald girl sitting a few seats over to her. Maria never really listened to the women that shared. Most of them were like hers, anyways. ‘Mommy and daddy hit me so I hit them back’. But, this week, this woman seemed to be sharing a little more than ‘I killed my parents.’ Maria turned her head and watched as the therapist began to give a little more details than usual. Several crimes, huh? Maria yawned slightly and leaned on, putting her chin on her palm. After Tina said her angry comeback to the doctor, he attempted to take control of the group session. “So, let’s talk about this, everyone. Why do you think that people like Tina must hold on to their innocence, even when behind bars and convicted.” Doctor Reifenberg tilted his hide slightly, folded his hands on the clip board, and leaned his body in, towards the center of the circle. Maria rolled her eyes once more. She thought of something mean to say to him. But she held it in. “I maintain my freakin’ innocence ‘cause I never killed my little brother or sister. You people here…you’re all stuck up, anti-mutants who are only keeping us here for your own pleasure.” Throughout this, the therapist held his tongue. Keep talking, mutants. I can get you thrown in the hole like that. “If Tina killed her parents, she’d’a said somethin’ by now. I know these things. But I’m gonna shut my yap ‘fore you and yer buddiesget me in trouble.” Maria turned her head to Tina. “Girl, I believe you.” The doctor cleared his throat. “Thank you for that, Miss Callasantos. Do any of you have anything to say about what she had to say?” |
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| Colossus | Jan 18 2009, 05:41 PM Post #5 |
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The room remained silent for several moments; no one else seemed to have anything to say after that little outburst. Colossus himself remained silent even after the furry girl accused him of being a coward, something Piotr was far from. The very thought that he – the man who had gone home to bury his entire family only to be captured by Hydra and FSB – was called spineless by this young woman who was accused of jaywalking compared to his crimes infuriated the Russian. The quiet reaction obviously wasn't lost on the therapist. His eyes settled back on Piotr once more, “You know, Piotr... I can't make you speak up, but if you continue to sit here session after session and do nothing, you'll have to quit coming. You know that means less points, right?” Colossus bowed his head and closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh as he debated what to do; he had easily become one of the Sayans' top suppliers and it would do him no favors to lose points. “Fine... if I must,” he said running a hand over his mouth as he quickly scanned those around him. His eyes settled briefly on Tina, wondering if she had news about his X-Men despite being on the other side. What were they doing? How were the students? Were they okay? He thought of asking the pretty young lady those questions after it was all over. Perhaps. Still sitting, he raised his chin and looked directly at the doctor, “You are already aware of what I have done, I am sure. Now you will hear the truth.” He paused briefly, trying to consider whether telling them about the deaths of his family would sully their memories at all. Many of the people in this room did not deserve to hear Illyana's name; he finally decided to leave that fact out. “I was kidnapped by the FSB, which is the new KGB. They took me to a facility where they held me against my will for more than two years. While there, they tortured me and ran experiments to see how much abuse I could withstand. One day, they made a mistake. I saw a chance,” he said, unfolding his right arm from his left to make a fist as if he were grasping something, “and took it. They tried everything they could to stop me, and I had to make a decision... it was my freedom or their lives. I chose to live free.” He briefly scanned the crowd, paying special attention to Tina and throwing a meaningful glance toward Maria before settling his gaze back on the doctor. “I am told that I killed forty-six Russian scientists and soldiers that day. That is only the ones my government wanted you to know about. In reality they were many more... soldiers and scientists working with Hydra to create monstrosities for their twisted purposes. I destroyed them all. I destroyed their facility. I buried much of their work.” He crossed his well-muscled arms across his chest and looked back down at the floor a few feet in front of him, his jaw firmly clenched – he was quite upset. “If I am to be treated as a criminal for trying to free myself and put a stop to that madness, then what does that make you, doctor?” |
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| Rage | Jan 20 2009, 01:41 PM Post #6 |
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Tine really didn’t like this Doctor. She might have been a criminal, she may have done bad things, but she had never intentionally killed her parents. Then Maria spoke for her defense, saying that she believed her. The doctor turned his attention to Peter. He spoke his story, not wanting to at first. And after hearing about it, she could see why. The hazel eyed girl noticed that his eyes kept looking at her. From his body position alone, he was not happy. Tina gave in a deep breath; she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. The Russian really shouldn’t be in a place like the C.A.G.E. And he definitely shouldn’t have been bullied by the doctor to have told his story. Before she never really cared about other peoples’ problems, it just wasn’t important to her. The Rage bringer always had to just look after herself. No one else had cared about her so she felt why care about them? Both of them had murdered, for different reasons. The therapist ignored Peter's question and turned his attention to Tina to asked, “How does that make you feel?” The hazel eyed girl guessed that he noticed her reaction to the story. She replied, “I think you and people like you are more of the monsters you claim us to be.” Dissapointed in her answer he looked at Maria and asked her, "And what about you, Maria? How does that make you feel?" |
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| Feral | Jan 21 2009, 11:39 PM Post #7 |
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As Tina and Colossus began to become a little more open and less shy, she could tell they weren't big fans of Doctor Reifenberg, themselves. Neither of them seemed to give him the respect he thought he deserved. She liked that in them. When the doctor asked Colossus to open up, Maria smiled, feeling accomplished. She knew that he would thank her shortly after. Although Maria had only shared on two occasions, it felt good. Like a weight being lifted off of your shoulders. But when he began to speak in a more of a dark tone, she suddenly felt bad. His story actually made her sad. Burying his family? Being hunted down by two organizations? Killing dozens of people for self- protection? None of these things even slightly compared to what she had done. Maria, now embarrassed, turned her head away from the young Russian man sharing his story, even if he wasn't such a bad sight to see. Seconds later, he finished with his story, making the prisoner feel that she was okay to look at the group again. She looked up at Piotr and sighed, "Look, uh, Pete. I'm sorry. Just... whatever," She sighed, then turned her head back to the doctor, who was now addressing the other woman in the room. With Tina's response to "How she felt", Maria laughed louder than necessary. "I like how 'dis chica thinks. Smarter than you," The Doctor still seemed to ignore what she was saying. She knew he was only trying to hold back his anger. "Maria, how does that make you feel?" Maria pushed her head back in response to his question. She pushed her brows inward and frowned, staring at the man. "How does that make me feel? I'll tell ya how it makes me feel. Makes me feel that some people get the short end of the stick in life. I feel bad for the dude, I really do. I just feel bad that I made him tell us 'bout how he got here. Let's move on, all this mushy stuff is gonna make me ralph all over this beautiful jumpsuit." Maria said, trying to skip over her event with Piotr. |
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| Colossus | Jan 22 2009, 04:08 PM Post #8 |
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Peter leaned forward in his seat and continued to look down at the ground as he rubbed his palms together slowly in thought, the memory of what happened on that day and the week or so afterward of running playing through his head. At the time, taking the lives of all those scientists and soldiers who saw him as little more than a natural anomaly – a living weapon to be poked and prodded and reverse engineered – meant nothing to him but the price for his freedom from constant pain and despair. He had been nothing but steel and anger. Now... in this prison where he had spent over a month in a dark cell with no one for company, the anger had faded and the cold steel was no longer accessible. He was merely a good man who had done bad things for a good reason. “I think you and people like you are more of the monsters you claim us to be.” Looking up as his own thoughts were interrupted, he spared another quick glance toward Tina; she had called the Dr. a monster. Maybe that was appropriate... perhaps they thought it took a monster to understand and work with other monsters. "Look, uh, Pete. I'm sorry. Just... whatever," This time it was the furry girl with the hispanic lilt who spoke up; it looked like his story had affected her to a certain degree. He hoped so... everyone in here seemed to get hard so fast, even he was guilty of it... largely due to his stint in the Hydra facility, but despite the tough exteriors, Piotr could see the scared, hurt child in some of those faces – even Zeitgeist's when the man didn't know he was looking. He didn't want people like Maria to lose whatever humanity they could still cling to; he didn't believe that everyone in here was a monster. "How does that make me feel,” Maria reiterated the question posed by the doctor, “I'll tell ya how it makes me feel. Makes me feel that some people get the short end of the stick in life. I feel bad for the dude, I really do. I just feel bad that I made him tell us 'bout how he got here. Let's move on, all this mushy stuff is gonna make me ralph all over this beautiful jumpsuit." Piotr's eyes shot back to the doctor awaiting his response, a slight smile threatening to creep up on his lips; no... not monsters... not all of them. “Well,” the therapist finally said as he massaged his forehead with the knuckle of his index finger and the pad of his thumb, “I'd say this has been an interesting session. The insults toward me are getting fewer and Piotr has opened up a bit, though I can't say I'm thrilled with the story. Before you get the idea that he's some sort of saint, people, you have to know that there is overwhelming evidence to show that he murdered over forty people for being human people. It's the same as if he murdered forty people for being black or American or hispanic. I can bring you in printed testimonies of the families of his victims, if you'd like.” He leaned forward, locking gazes with all the inmates, “There has never been any substantial proof that Hydra exists. It's a nice little tale, but that's all it is.” Piotr merely kept his eyes glued on the man, his jaw set firm; what could he say to something like that? He had told everyone his story as he was asked to do, and the therapist had shot it to bits, spinning a web full of lies in the process. Nothing he said would do any good when the man had so many guns and guards at his disposal, so Pete did what he did best – stayed quiet and let people come to their own conclusions. “Now,” he went on without giving anyone a chance to reply, “How about we go over how everyone is coping in the prison? Tina... you're the newest. How are you handling it?” |
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| Rage | Jan 23 2009, 04:49 PM Post #9 |
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Maria told him how she felt. Peter just sat in silence. Then the therapist tried to speak and make the Russian the enemy. Tina wasn’t hearing any of it. Until the doctor directed his attention back to the hazel eyed girl. Asking her, because she was new, how she was coping, if she was able to handle it. 'Newest' meaning fresh meat for the rapid dogs in the C.A.G.E. and 'coping' meaning 'have you been broken yet'. In a calm tone and steady voice, much like she always spoke and the sort of tone that drove Razorback to the edge, the Rage bringer replied, “Handling it? I’ve been captured, sedated, bounced around form place to place, head shaven, branded by the numbers you give us. Much like the Jewish people were by the Nazi’s. I’ve been poked at, prodded, gawked, and labeled.” Tina continued on with, “Yet I still stand. I’m coping fine. Does that disappoint you? Me being the animal, weak, small, de-powered, facing men or women who had done worse in here than on the outside yet I still stand. Whatever else you have left to throw at me I’m willing to bet that I will still be standing.” She leaned back into her chair and crossed her legs. Showing that even though this was one of the toughest places who held the most horrible people; Magneto’s faithful soldier held it all in stride and wouldn’t be so easily taken down. |
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| Feral | Jan 24 2009, 02:59 AM Post #10 |
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As the doctor complained that the Russian man was not any sort of Savior, Maria felt that she should say something. Saying that he wasn't good, and had all the wrong intentions the entire time, she pointed her finger in her fellow inmate's direction. "Dude, this man ain't a mutant Savior or nothin', but he buried his family. A lil' sympathy has got to go out. I know that he killed people, but everyone in this room did, except for you, 'cause you're a wimp. I know how he felt to lose a loved one, and I don't think it would be right of me to tell him that he's a bad guy for killin' people, again, unlike you. But whatever, you stupid anyways." She rolled her eyes, finishing her rant When the doctor began drawing his conclusions for the therapy sessions, he noted that less insults were made to him, giving Maria the opportunity to piss him off even more. She let him finish his thought, and butted in before he started another sentence. "Actually, Doc, if you may, I'd like to raise the insult count. You're ugly, you got a schnoz the size of Everest, your breath smells like you finished a bowl of merda, and I doubt you're inta the chicas, eh?" She laughed, seeing the Doctor's expression become even less enthusiastic about the session. "Now, continue," she said, smiling. The man took a deep breath out of his nose, and tilted his head in the opposite direction, finishing his session with final questions. Maria glanced at Rage, hearing that she was the newest arrival to the prison. The woman compared her stay at the compound to the Concentration Camps the Jews were killed at during the Holocaust. Maria sat back in her chair, noticing that everybody else in the group had stayed relatively docile during the reference. After she finished her thought, Dr. Reifenberg responded with 'food for thought as he had once referred to it, "Well, Tina, you're here for a reason; you killed somebody. Nobody gets away with murder in this country, not any more. And the evidence is in this room," he turned his head to the rest of the group, "All of you will suffer through a lot in this establishment. And you won't like it. That's the point." He stood up, picking up his clipboard from where he had placed it. Looking at Piotr, he took a few steps towards him, and leaned in, hoping that nobody would hear his words to him, "Thank you for opening up. You'll be here for quite a while, if I understand correctly, and it's necessary for me to get to know you for the time that you will be here." He nodded, smiled, and walked over to Tina, giving her a few words to think about in between their next session, "Now, I hope this gives you a little taste of this session. I expect you to be less of a pessimistic person next time, and please make less comparisons to historical pain inflicted to my people. Now, be careful of what you say here, or you'll end up like Miss Callasantos, here. You are the more mature one here, and it is obvious that she is feeding off of your thoughts. I'll see you next time, Miss James." Once again, he nodded, sighed, and walked out the door. Maria was happy to see him leave. That meant she still had a week to come up with more comebacks, insults, and people that she could rely on in the prison. Good news for her, indeed. Seconds later, a group of guards led the inmates to their designated areas, being rough and nearly sexually violating with them. "Let's go, Muties. No talk back,, or you're gettin' a week in the hole. There was nothing Maria could do but roll her eyes. Every couple of minutes or so, she felt it necessary to do something to retaliate while at CAGE; That was her only way of keeping her sanity. END |
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