Catey felt the eyes pierce the back of her head with a glare. She had been in Valley State Prison for Women for two days, this being her third, and already somebody disliked her. Strongly. What she had done to anger such a woman, one who she'd learnt had a reputation for causing fear and pain on those who only looked the wrong way at her, was beyond her thoughts. But she dealt with it, pushed it to the back of her mind and let herself wander what the hell she was doing here and why. She was also wandering if her father and his team had any idea where she was.

That thought kept her thoughts positive, that any day she would be walking out of here because of some stupid mistake, thanks to her 'uncles and aunts' as the team had been dubbed by now.

But until then, she had to survive on her own.

Even the looks the guards gave her made her think about how safe she wasn't inside a locked building.

Her blue orbs scanned the sea of faces, catching a few glaring and a few adverting their attention. There was an odd silence on that third day. An odd silence that echoed around the entire prison. It was lunch hour and she was among the second group to be allowed to get their food that day. When her line arrived at the canteen, there was still an odd silence and she knew deep down, that that silence was directed at her.

Across the room, she spotted Sandra, dressed in an orange jumpsuit and white shirt, the standard uniform for inmates, the arms of the jumpsuit however was tied around her waist. Catey had hers on as was standard and ignored the woman, just lined up with the rest of the people. Only they stepped away from her.

The doors slammed and she turned, brows furrowed at the guards by the doors. There were two exits and both were closed to her, guarded by four prison guards themselves.

That sound, of the doors being closed, was a noise for action and everybody but herself, Sandra and Sandra's group of followers, backed themselves around the edges of the room.

Her father's words echoed in her mind, a constant reminder that she wouldn't be here for long; "Don't show your enemy fear. If you look afraid, they'll have the upper hand. Hide it. Mask it. Look angry." The scowl she wore would make him proud she was sure.

"Spencer!" Somehow, every person within the prison knew her name, knew the name she never used. Sandra stepped forward, fast, and was soon in Catey's personal space. Sandra was a good few inches taller, making Catey look up, but her scowl was still in place. Her heart hammered away behind her ribcage and by her sides hands curled into fists, anger boiling.

"What?"

It was a hiss of a word and Sandra's brows shot up in shock at the tone. "Excuse me bitch?"

"What do you want?"

Catey bit her tongue, desperate to utter the curse back. "I want to make it clear Spencer, you do as I say. These are my rules in here."

"Yet you're the one behind bars."

There was a punch to her gut and Catey doubled over, hands clutching her stomach. "Rule one, you don't talk back." Another punch. "Rule two, do as I say." Punch. "Rule three, be afraid." Another punch.

Catey felt Sandra step back and uncurled herself to glare at the tall Caucasian woman whose black hair was thrown up into a messy bun. Sandra's brown eyes glared with triumph and Catey felt the urge to wipe the smirk arise.

She bit it back. "You're in charge."

"The new girl's learning."

"Yeah," she muttered, "That you're just a bully. And bully's fall."

The look Sandra wore was one of being slapped. Then there was a burst of laughter from Sandra and the group of followers. There were a few chuckles from around the room and Catey tasted copper in her mouth. "And what are you going to do? Make me fall?" More laughter.

"Perhaps."

There was a sharp jab on the middle of her back that sent her to her knees. Catey twisted her head to see a guard stood with a smirk. "Sweetie, you're not going to be able to do anything." The guard nodded and the two other guards came across the room, reached for her and dragged her along through the kitchen and into an open room at the back.

She did a quick sweep of the room. No cameras. Straightened her back and stood to face them, two male guards and one female. It was the tallest male that spoke, "We're on orders to make your time here hell."

"Orders from who?"

Both of the male guards stepped forward whilst the female guard locked the door. "Damian Moreau."

Catey frowned. "Who?"

"You may not know him," the female spoke, "but your father does. Eliot Spencer."

If the rhythm of her heart before was panic this new rhythm was sheer fear. "Don't show fear. Your enemy will prey on that." She steeled her gaze and uttered, "If you know that he's my father then you should be careful."

The closest male laughed, only inches away. "Why? Because he'll come to save his little girl?"

"No," Catey felt the anger boil once more and her hand curled again. "Because he trained me." She took a swing, clocked the man in his nose with a resounding crack. The second man stopped for a second and that was all she needed to send a foot flying towards his stomach. The first man got back up and moved to grab at her. She grabbed his arm and used his own momentum to push him into the woman.

Catey turned back to the second man and grabbed his arm, pulled him closer and let her left fist swing into his stomach several times. She sent a knee up to his groin, an elbow to the base of his neck and let him fall to the ground. The first man came back at her and she ducked. But the woman's foot connected with the side of her face and sent her sprawling onto her back. There was another kick to her side and Catey kicked out herself, tripping the woman up and sending her falling onto her back. To be sure she kicked out at the woman's face and knocked her out.

Two hands pulled at her jumpsuit and dragged her up to come face to face with a bloodied face. "Listen here you," he slammed her back against the wall and pushed an arm against her throat. "In here, we're the ones in charge. We could have you killed and nobody would question it."

"My father would," she managed and with a lot of effort, kicked out. She managed to clip the man's leg and he loosened his grip enough for Catey to push him back, punch him in the face again and grab his arm, twist it up his back and slam him into the opposite wall. "I want you to remember this message and pass it on. I am to be left alone. I am mighty pissed and I know five other people who are. They will bring you and this entire prison down if they have to."

She pushed herself away from him and made a start towards the locked door when she felt something force her balance to fail. She was sent into the wall and her head took a dive towards the floor. A black abyss greeted her quickly.