Chapter 3
"Come in" a demonic voice howled.
"Ahhh miss Chang, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Ferguson span in her chair for once taking her eyes off the impressive collection of CCTV wentworth had to offer.
"Miss Ferguson I... I'm not a lagger" Kim began in a tone that suggested she doubted her reasons for being there.
This was quickly interrupted by the governor already knowing to prison gossip "I hear you were upset earlier, you can tell me Chang. I can only but assume Doyle is behind this"
Ferguson wasted no time in digging for information that can give her a hold over the prisoner who refuses to whimper under her reign.
Kim stood silently looking on at the tall tyrant as she lifted herself out of her leather throne. Slowly walking towards Kim she displayed the excellent manipulation skills she had developed over the years.
"She's quite the heartbreaker, countless girls victim to her charm and games. If only someone would let her know how it felt"
With that the governor finishes her act of fake sympathy by handing the blubbering prisoner a tissue.
"S.. Sh... She's a fucking bitch" Kim hissed.
Fergusons eyes now alight and her ears pricked ..."go on, what is it. Tell me about Doyle"
Kim stood almost hyperventilating with her sobs.
"Come on chang, you clearly came here to talk to me. How can I help you if you won't talk to me?"
Ferguson now placing her hand on Kim's shoulders and leaning in closer to whisper in the emotional wreck of a prisoners ear "she will pay. That I can assure you" the governor loved showing signs of power and promise to weak prisoners. Her psychotic personality sought them out and worked on them until deemed medically unfit or of no use to her.
Kim a heartbroken and jealous woman caved in to the feeling of power she could now have over franky. 'I'll make her know what it feels like it be shat on!' She thought and with that the following left her lips with ease and relief "shes fucking your staff!" "That fancy bitch miss westfall, you should sack her!"
With this fergusons eyes looked as if they had just fallen upon a pile of gold.
"Ahem. We'll miss chang this is of course a serious matter. Can you tell me just how you have come into such information?" Ferguson didn't need or want proof. Just the idea of something she could hurt franky with was enough, she would sure do the rest.
"I caught them, telling each other they love one another" despite Kim actually telling the truth she just had to add that small detail of fiction to justify her evil payback. "A.. And then I saw them kissing, hands all over each other. Under your nose taking the piss" with that fergusons eyes short up at Kim, if there is anything Ferguson didn't like it was the feeling of someone getting one over on her.
"I see miss Chang. Well this news will of course be dealt with. Thank you you
Kim stood relieved of her confession yet couldn't run away from the feeling of guilt and fear as she knew the freak Ferguson would hardly act on this news the way she should!
"Mr Jackson" the governor shouted
"Yes gov" he replied peering his head into the dull lit office.
"Please escort miss chang... To solitary" she ordered with a evil glare upon her face.
"I will not tolerate ludicrous stories about my staff in my prison miss Chang. I suggest a quite stay in the slot will alter your gossiping ways" with this a smirk placed itself upon the governors face. What was she doing? This prisoner had just given her some ammo on franky and she's punishing her?!
That would be too easy to figure out. No in fergusons world two people having such volatile information could not be allowed and to remove any risk of franky being tipped off. She would need rid of Chang, no risk could be taken of the guilt stricken prisoner retracting her words and tipping the love birds off.
"Come on Chang lets go" Mr Jackson instructed grabbing hold of the prisoners arm.
"You bitch, you freak!" Kim shouts as she is forcibly removed from the room.
As the door closed behind the screeching prisoner and her escort to a lonely cell. The governor sat with a devilish stare. She reached into her desk drawer to pull out her favourite toy of capture. A tape recorder.
Grasping the device in her hand she removed herself away from her desk leaving the grey room of solitude.
Only one place she could be heading... Bridget's office!
