Deku, baby, come as close as you can to the prison walls and whisper love songs into the tiny cracks. I can forgo the golden beams of light, I can suffer nothing but bleak walls for company, but the love I cannot live without. Tell me of the days to come, the ones where we walk in meadows, a feast of color for eyes that have seen nothing but grey for so long. Tell me of how we walk hand in hand to the river and wash our weary feet. Tell me how we will feel the warm light of the sun on our skin and hug like our love is eternal. Tell me of how we'll watch the fish make their way through cool waters before heading home to rest in each other's arms, always knowing a fresh dawn will come.
It is because when you are there, I want to break you down from limb to limb. I want to tear your limbs as you scream out my name as I moan into the pleasure.
Oh, Deku. How much I love you. How much I want to kill you. Such a beautiful noise you make after seeing you bleed, after tearing out one of your ribs.
Oh, Deku. How you pull my heartstrings. How much I want to see what your insides look like.
You make me excited, Deku. And that makes you second to my favorite thing...blood!
Tomoko Shiretoko walked down the hallway, idly counting the number of cells as she passed them. She has always been an idealist. She had kept an open mind since she became quirkless. And taking this job as a prison guard deem doable and dutiful. She wanted to remain a superhero in any way, shape, or form. So, when the position opened at the Maximum Security Prison for Women, she took it without giving it a second thought. The prison had its' reputation like any usual prisons in Japan, underregulated, underappreciated, violent, and degradation from the inmates. Nevertheless, she reminded herself that these inmates were to be reformed, therefore have to suffer the consequences of their mistakes.
In the few short months of her employment, the warden was amazed of her stellar performance. So much so that the warden offered her position in guarding the Administrative Segregation Hall for the most offensive female inmates. She even offered her a raise to go to local area high schools and community college in search of recruitment. Tomoko didn't mind. The fact that she was being praised only increase her pride as a prison guard.
Another reason for Administrative Segregation Hall, or Ad. Seg. was because it was the most isolated part of the prison. Despite reminding herself that that was where the worst offenders resided, but it was also the safest, more or less.
In Ad. Seg., the prison cells were barely six feet by four. The walls were the same thick grey stone as the dwellings of the region, but instead of a wide window with a flower box, there was a mean barred opening with thick metal bars and no glass. In the summer, the fresher air was a relief, helping to alleviate the stench of festering sewage but in the cold seasons it let in a wicked draft and reduced the temperature to near freezing. It was no brighter inside than the gathering gloom of dusk, even at midday. The bed was a plank of wood on legs, there was no mattress, no cushioning and only one thin blanket. It was either suffocatingly quiet or pierced with the screams of tortured inmates.
Tomoko walked cell after cell, giving a cursory glance to ensure that each inhabitant hadn't tried to commit suicide, or was just acting unruly. Worst case scenario of the former and the latter would have resulted in the Emergency Response Team to enter the cell to subdue and restrain the inhabitant within. By this time, she stopped observing any faces or caring to hear their pleas or reasoning of their entry here. However, there was one cell at the end of the hall that garnered her attention. This particular inmate was considered high-risk. So much so that she was required round-the-clock observation via video camera. What astounded the green-haired woman that the inmate hadn't reach the age of adulthood. She was still a few months shy of being eighteen.
As usual, there was a guard standing at the edge of her door. Tomoko could tell that the guard was fearful. His face had a jaundiced appearance. He was trembling from the legs up and his teeth were chattering. Judging by his brute appearance and strong physique, he would have been suited for a male prison. He could bring fear to anyone. However, if this guard had a fearful expression, then this woman had to be in what the warden nicknamed, The Real McCoy.
The guard made an awkward salute, bowing poorly before walking away from Tomoko. He made quick steps before rushing out of the unit. Despite feigning disinterest, she decided to take a peek. As a reminder, she looked at the plaque that displayed the inmate's name.
Toga Himiko
According to her inmate file, she was a relatively petite girl with blonde hair, which she wore in messy styled buns on either side of her head. She also sported straight bangs, cut in an uneven hime cut-like style, and two stray strands of hair on each side of her face. Her eyes were yellow and somewhat squinted, with vertically slit pupils and dark circles under them, and she has pronounced cat-like canine teeth. She had issues with the law in the past, but she either was released because she was a minor or lack of evidence which was due to lack of witnesses.
This time, she was serving a three-year sentence for the attempted murder of a classmate.
Himiko Toga was sitting on her bed, as she usually done in the months since her arrest. She was humming to the tune of Greensleeves.
She released a strong smile when making contact with Tomoko. Himiko pursed her lips and put her fingers to her lip, inciting silence.
"Don't need to disturb us," she said quietly with the tone of absoluteness in her voice. Her eyes slowly drifted away from Tomoko and landed on her swollen belly. Her lips were moving as she was humming to her unborn child.
The walls of her cell were covered with hand-drawn images of a boy with round green eyes, messy dark green hair with black shadows and freckles on both cheeks underneath his eyes. His face was always surrounded by hearts and the smear of red.
Himiko crossed her legs and locked eyes with Tomoko once more. She gave Tomoko a lovingly smile. For a moment, the disturbed look gave Tomoko a chill down to the marrow in her bones. That was enough to have Tomoko read into the file.
It turned out that attempted murder wasn't the only thing Himiko did to her victim.
To be continued….
