Hi Hi everyone!

This is my first fanfic' in english, so excuse me if it sucks so much... You're welcome to tell me when you saw too much error.

I don't know where this fic' will go but i like the concept. A dead gorgeous Natsuki in a lesbian jail :D I love it! Nyaahhahaha

Sorry, i suffer of sadistic thoughts :P

Enjoy.

Chapter n°1 : I'm screwed.

My name is Natsuki, Natsuki Kuga.

I'm a twenty-two years chick and before 'the accident', I was a mechanic in a little shop in Tokyo. I lived in a rather large apartment in the center of the town, hang out with my friends and even had some beautiful flings here and here. What can I say, I'm hot and I know it.

A fucking good life if you want my opinion…

But now, all of this is over.

My life is over.

I screwed up…

I fucking screwed up this time.

Yeah, yeah, what did you do? What are you up to?

Actually, I'm in a police car and I'm driven to Fuuka High security jail…

Yeah, you heard me well, but let me explain.

One night, while I was playing a game on my super large new TV, my little sister burst with her girlfriend Miyu Glear in my apartment, crying and sniffing loudly.

I immediately threw my game control away and hugged her tightly.

"Shhh, you're safe now, everything is okay." I caressed her hair and pulled her on the couch.

"What happened Alyssa?" I asked softly.

"Onee-chan! Onee-chan!" She kept crying and hiding her face in my chest, searching my warm.

That's when I noticed her blouse was torn and ripped. Her pants were covered in dirt and her hair messier than normal.

Confusion.

Panic.

Anger.

I felt all these emotions shake me.

I raised my head and stared at Miyu. She was shaking and crying silently. She kept saying "I'm sorry" while holding my sister's hand between hers. She must have felt my gaze on her 'cause she looked back at me, opening and closing her mouth as if words couldn't escape her.

Anger.

Like a violent blow, it hit me again and I had to growl to control myself.

Miyu sensed it and began to speak.

"I-I…" she gulped loudly and made my worst nightmare real…

"I'm sorry Natsuki ! I was late! Everything is my fault! When I arrived Alyssa was cornered by three men who were touching her, and talking dirty to her. She was screaming for help, crying… They tried to drag her away in a dark street when they heard my footsteps… "

I was breathing hard, really hard. You could almost see smoke escape from my nose.

"I grabbed one of the guys and destroyed him but the other left before… I cared only for Alyssa, so I took her to a nearly hospital and brought her here… I'm sorry,"

My sister's arms tightened around me.

But I didn't care.

Anger.

Anger, anger, anger.

A rape ?!

They tried to rape my baby sister?

"WHO?!" I yelled. "WHO DARED TOUCH ALYSSA?"

My sister jumped off me and climbed on Miyu, frightened by my outburst.

I saw the worry in her eyes but I couldn't care less.

All I could feel was the anger burning my soul, devouring my body. My sanity and my mind disappeared little by little.

And all I could remember was the words 'hospital' and 'guy destroyed'.

The next morning, when I woke up, I was covered in blood from head to toe.

I stood up weakly and felt dizzy.

I looked around but what I discovered… Oh god…

The walls, the bed, the windows, all the furniture were covered in blood.

Two bodies laid on the floor, completely skinned.

I instantly puked all my stomach and screamed in horror. It wasn't possible, it was a nightmare!

And the smell… Please, somebody saved me…

But no such luck..

Everything went so fast. The door burst opened, there were people screaming, yelling, throwing up, and crying.

I was pushed roughly on the door and transported in a van.

I've been accused of torture and murders.

Judged and declared guilty.

I remembered my mom crying her heart out and my sister shouting my name, again and again.

But I couldn't reach them, I was forced to leave and now, now I'm in this fucking car, on my way to jail.

I know what you're thinking, it's pretty vague... Well, sorry, but I have some trouble with my memory lately.

I can't remember that day! I have nightmares every night since then. I have flashs and storms of emotions but… But I can't understand, I can't keep everything together.

I'm lost… I'm shocked… I'm screwed.

My mind is blank.

I'm here but at the same time I'm not.

I felt like a doll between the hands of the jail's guardians.

My dark blue hair fall on my shoulders and my face like a curtain, covering my deep emeralds from the lights. I am pale like a ghost, fragile, reduced to a scared little girl.

At first, I had to sit and wait until they finish completing my administrative file.

Then, they asked me to nicely collaborate on my 'medical checkup'.

I'm not very keen of doctors and tests but now, I can guarantee you, I HATE THEM.

Believe me.

Please, believe me.

Oh God, you're gonna make me spell it, don't you?

Well, the very 'nice' lady asks you to strip. She take your blood for special tests, verify every inch of your skin and the worst, she inspect your holes for possible drugs, weapons or whatever. ALL YOUR FUCKING HOLES. You have to stay straight and wait until she asks you to bend, exposing your magnificent ass to make a stupid nurse wet!

Don't cry lovely reader, you asked for it. (Nyaahaha, the author feels like a sadist at this moment and loves it)

After this little 'entertainment', an officer came and gave you an odious orange uniform with a number on it.

Your number, your register from now on.

I can assure you that even a top model will look like shit in that thing.

So I tried to take an original start. I rolled up my sleeves, loosened three buttons to let my white tank top appear and let my hands slipped in my pockets.

I give a rebel image like I don't care what you're thinking or talking.

Perfect.

I open the door and close my eyes, ready to face my fate.

The officer comes to get me and asks me to sit in the van.

Again.

But this time, I'm not alone.

There's a woman with red hair in a ponytail who waved at me when I climb in the van. She is smiling like a crazy and honestly, it's creeping me out.

Behind us is a tall but nevertheless beautiful goddess. She stares at the window, her olive eyes clouded with sadness. Her long silver hair falls like a cascade on her shoulders. I need some minutes to take my eyes away, really, she is bewitching.

At her side is another girl with short brown hair and blue eyes. She seems bored like hell but smiles when she caught my eyes.

The last one is a little girl with eyes of different color. She's frowning and glaring at everything. I even think I heard a growl like a caged animal. Pretty scary…

Suddenly, the red haired speaks and attracts our entire gaze.

"Come on girls, don't be all freaky and sad! I'm Midori! Seventeen years and at your service for everything!"

She stares at me "E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g" She whispers the last part and continues with her rant

"Come on, come on let's have fun!" She begins to clap her hands and to dance.

.God.

I'm so screwed.

But before I go in total panic mode, the officer comes back and shouts.

"Shut it Midori or you will be sent in solitary confinement again!"

She immediately falls silent and I inwardly cheer for the officer.

The rest of the drive was quiet and the tension rose the more we approached Fuuka.

We crossed the high railings of the jail and stopped further.

We were inspected once more and tied by the foot to each other before being brought to the back of a big building.

We were aligned and told to wait the chiefs of security.

Five minutes later, two women came and stood in front of us.

One of them was a little taller than I, short black hair, glasses with mischievous eyes and a flirty smile.

The other was scarier, teal green hair, violet eyes, scowling with an aggressive posture.

"Welcome to Fuuka high security jail, little birds. I'm Chie Harada and will be your guardian during your stay." She exclaimed and winked at us.

"Here" She pushed the other girl toward us "Is my partner Tomoe Marguerite. We will watch, help, and speak with you. Respect the rules and we will respect you. Don't cause any problem and we will not cause you any problem." She looked at us under her glasses and smirked.

"Yeah, don't mess with us and everything will be okay. If not, good luck with your life here. Oh, don't forget, here you're just like shit, here, I'm a queen." Added Tomoe.

Okaaaaayyyyy, I don't like her. She creeps me out, she is a freak and has a little complex of superiority.

Come closer sweaty, I will just kick your ass so damn hard.

As if on cue, she turned to me and glared.

The other chief of security, Chie, scolded at her 'partner' and mouthed something.

Too bad, I didn't hear or understand but by the face Tomoe made, it was something like a warning.

I grinned inwardly.

Then…

Then, hell broke on us.

"Come on ladies ~~ It's time for your encounter with your future companions and for the speech of the director." Chie sang with a wide smile.

Oh hell….

We were dragged in the building; we could hear the cheers, shouts and comments from the others prisoners.

Comments about sex, rape, sweat juice, tasty biscuit and others stuffs I don't want to rep-repeat…

I was sweating, I began to tremble, I was nervously touching my hair.

Oh god, oh god, oh god…

The double door opened and we were directed on a little stage which was settled just for us.

We arrived in what looked like a dining hall.

A huge crowd of female criminal waited us.

When we all raised our head, it was a zoo.

All the women mewed, growled, imitated claws moves…

Here I am a vulgar piece of meat in a cage full of hungry lions.

"Hey little kitten, come play with mama"

"Kitty, kitty, kitty!"

"Grraaouuuu"

"Call me mistress!"

Please.

SOMEBODY HELP ME!

TBC…

I hope you liked it. It's a chapter to settle everything, i promise the next will be funnier and sexier ;)

Reviews \o/

See you soon.

Kisses.