Note: terribly sorry for a long delay...my IPad broke and I had to wait for a long time to get it replaced -_- so in apology for that I tried to make this chapter long...so enjoy
Chapter 7: Knife
FLASHBACK: Elsa
The bells rang and Elsa walked down the hallway towards the entrance of the school as crowds of children ran passed her. Her heels clicked on the floor, echoing throughout the entire hallway, as her hips swayed, side by side. Elsa exited the school, arriving at the side of the building in a parking lot that had been meant for the teachers and faculties. She stood by the side of her car; a white 2013 BMW. Elsa opened the car door. She laid her purse on the seat next to the drivers.
"You little bitch! I got a call today that you fell asleep during class!" Elsa heard a deep womanly voice from a distance away.
Her attention immediately shifted to it, finding a small figure standing before a larger one; both of them were female. Curious, Elsa closed her car door and slowly and carefully approached the pair then finally came at a stop behind a car, feeling close enough to hear the two.
"Astrid?" Her mind first said the moment she had recognized the little girl, standing before the large woman figure.
The woman was slightly bulked and wore a typical black business woman suit. Her lips looked as if it were coated with dark red lipstick and the rest of her face was buried beneath her heavy makeup. She ascended an open palm above her head, threatening Astrid.
"I-I'm sorry mommy." Astrid whimpered, hovering her arms around her head, in effort to protect herself.
The woman slapped the girl, and she instantly dropped down into the blacktop. Elsa gasped in terror as she witness, not only the act of abuse, but the woman carelessly picking up the child and tossing her inside of her car. The woman then entered inside the driver's seat, starting the engine, and made a U-turn, driving. As the car passed by Elsa, who still crouched behind a car, her eyes made contact with the terrifying woman, who glared hatefully at her before speeding away. Elsa flinched back the moment her eyes engaged with the woman and watched as the car sped away.
"Oh my..."
{~}
The next day, Elsa stood at the very front of the classroom with the whiteboard behind her back.
"So, what do you get if you mix a proton and a electron?" Elsa asked the whole class.
Her eyes surveyed all the children; half of them paying attention, some fiddling in their desks, and one girl who had fallen asleep in her desk. Elsa's eyes locked on the girl, watching her in concern.
"Astrid?" She called but no answer was given.
Elsa sighed then walked to the front of the little girl's desk.
"Astrid? Are you alright?" Elsa addressed again but still, Astrid remained silent.
"Review what we just discussed." Elsa gave direction to the entire class.
She faced back to Astrid, who was inanimate. Her hand tapped on Astrid's back and finally, a response was given; a small shiver then her head minimally lifted, facing Elsa.
"M-Mrs. Frost" she said, softly.
Her face was barely exposed, mostly tiled down, and Elsa smiled,
"Hey, you okay?" Elsa asked in a tender tone.
Suddenly, Astrid begun to sob, her face reddened and her eyes rapidly emerged in tears.
"Please don't tell my mom." She sobbed, her voice containing fear.
Elsa's expression sorrowfully shifted to shock,
"No no no" she stammered. "Hey hey listen." Lowering her tone, "I promise I won't tell your mother."
Astrid smiled and rose her head up even more, revealing her wounded eye. Elsa's eyes widened.
"My God.." Her thoughts spoke.
"Thank you Mrs. Frost."
{~}
Elsa stood near the front of the school, watching all the children walking to their parental's car. She mostly eyed Astrid, molding a curious and confused expression due to the little girl standing as if she did not desire to return home. Elsa started walking until Astrid's mother arrived, causing Elsa to retreat back to where she originally stood. She sorrowfully watched as Astrid's mother attack her with words then pushing the poor girl into the vehicle, driving away, feeling her chest slightly sunk in pity.
{~}
A day later,
"7:00 a.m" Elsa sluggishly read the clock by her bedside.
She peeled the blanket off of her and glanced over to her side, discovering Jack sitting on the other side of the bed, on the ledge.
"Someone's finally up." Jack said, buttoning his shirt.
Elsa smiled and climbed over the bed to Jack, wrapping her arms around his neck. She gave a quick kiss to his cheek, smiling.
"Morning."
Jack finished and pecked his lips onto hers then went on his feet and strolled to his drawer.
"So Mrs. Frost, what are you teaching these kids right now?" Jack asked as his hands roamed inside of the drawer.
"Well-" Elsa sprung out of the bed, approaching her drawer, "In science, their learning about atoms-" she picked a white blouse, then pulled another drawer under, "and in literature, this story called the, 'The Snow Queen'- I don't know..it's a lot of stuff their learning.." Elsa rambled and completed picking out her clothes, beginning to pull up her skirt.
"Interesting." Jack replied, tugging his tie up.
"So, how's your work life..'Mr. Frost'?" Elsa asked, grinning then zipped up her pencil skirt.
Jack chuckled,
"Complicated...I swear I think some of these patients are faking just to get prescription medication...Adderall, marihuana referrals, you name it." Jack said, putting on his coat.
"Wow.." Elsa buttoned up her blouse, and reached over to grab Jack's suitcase on the floor.
Jack walked to Elsa, his body barely touching hers then draped both of hands from her shoulders to her waist, grinning,
"Your such a sexy teacher." His eyes lost into her beauty.
Elsa smiled but suddenly, her smile relaxed down into a troubled face. Jack's eyebrows arched up in concern, noticing her expression,
"You okay?"
"No." Elsa sighed, "I'm not.."
She turned her back to face the bed then backed up until she sat on the ledge of it.
"Tell me, what's wrong?" Jack faced Elsa, kneeling on one knee and rubbed his forehead against hers.
Elsa grasped his hands, intertwining her fingers with his,
"I think one of my students are being abused.." Elsa spilled, whispering at the same time.
"That's terrible.." Jack replied, stricken with sorrow.
"I know, but the worst thing is that I can't do anything about it.."
"Have you tried calling CPS?"
"I want to but I have no proof of her abuse." Elsa replied, down-spiritedly.
"Are you sure that she is being abused?" Jack asked, seriousness in his eyes.
"Yes Jack. I saw her being slapped by her mother, her own mother" Her voice deeply sickened by the memory of Astrid's mother.
"Elsa, your a smart girl, or my smart girl..." Jack smiled, gently attaching his lips onto her then quickly releasing, "I know that you can figure something out and if you can't, then we will together."
Responding, she smiled and both of them, stood up, walking to the doorway out of the bedroom.
{~}
"Alex" Elsa gave attendance.
"Here." The child answered.
"Andrew"
"Here"
"Astrid."
And no response.
Elsa's eyes took off of the clipboard and located to Astrid's desk.
"Where is Astrid?" She mumbled.
"She's been in the bathroom all morning." A child blurted out.
"Stay here fourth graders." Elsa ordered and dismissed out of the classroom.
She continued down the hallway until she stopped at a door with a feminine sign above. Elsa pushed it open, entering, and heard weeping. She walked closer to a stall, and knocked,
"Astrid?"
But the stall only swung open, discovering nothing, just a plain but rusted toilet bowl. She moved to the next stall, knocking. When she had knocked, the door didn't budge open, due to it being locked, and luckily, it had been Astrid's stall.
"Astrid please come out." Elsa called again.
But the child only cried heavily and refused to leave.
"Astrid, I know your in there."
Elsa sighed and attempted to open the stall again but still, it didn't open.
"Astrid, you can't stay in there forever. Please come outside. We can talk about it."
A few seconds of silence was given until she heard a click then a creak. As the stall door slowly swung open, Elsa's eyes widened. Her eyes spotted and attached to the little girl; dark bruises marked at her limbs, and face. Elsa gasped, her appalled face readied itself to break into tears and her hand covering her dropped mouth.
"Oh my God...Astrid.." She whimpered.
{~}
NOW
"Inmate! It is required for all women to attend every meal and work time during the day!" Barnes yelled and sighed then wrinkled his nose and fanned his hand in front of it, " and not to forget, shower time also!...god damn!.." He grunted and emphasized.
Elsa sat in the center of the small office in front of the officer's desk. Her hands were sunk between her thighs while her head faced down, her eyes anchored down in her lap depressingly.
"Inmat-" Barnes read her name tag, correcting her name, "Frost! Are you listening to me!?" He pounded his fist onto the desk.
Elsa didn't replied nor move and only heart-brokenly stared down. The guard leaned his back against the chair then dropped his hands off of the desk, rolling his eyes in agitation,
"Jesus fucking Christ..." He grumbled then looked straight back at Elsa.
"What? You on your period or something?" He guessed.
Elsa nodded her head side-ways, trying to answer 'no', then crinkled her face, sobbing.
"I knew it..." Barnes muttered, again, ignoring her nod.
Barnes stood up from his chair,
"I'll go get a woman officer." Barnes dismissed himself then exited the office.
Elsa remained in her seat, awaiting, with tears emerging out of her eyes then dripping down into her lap. She heard the door behind her open then close, causing her to sniffle, drying her tears.
{~}
FIVE DAYS AGO
Morning time.
Elsa sat in a crisscross style on her bed, which was unmade, while her mind contemplated about the night before. For some reason, the harder she thought, the more difficult it was for her mind concentrate. Somehow, her ears were able to hear better, making her train of thought difficult to keep up. Her mind focused harder but at the same time, her hearing rose so far, that the ticking of the clock at the far end of the cellblock was at the reach of her hearing. Frustrated, she clasped the messy sheets then covered them over her head. Suddenly, tears emerged out of her eyes and Elsa leaned her side, resting against the brick wall. The tears turned into streaming waterfall on her face then a deep but muffled sob. She heard footsteps approaching her cell. Quickly, Elsa smeared her fingertips over her eyes, drying her tears, and pulled the blanket off of her, landing it right behind her.
"You missed breakfast." Parks said then walked towards Elsa's bed, sitting on the ledge next to Elsa.
Elsa's face drew out an depressed look, her eyes relaxed down onto the space inside of her crossed legs. Parks gently pressed one of her palms on Elsa's shoulder.
"You don't need her..." Parks said, convincingly and comfortingly.
Elsa softly broke out into tears again and slightly turned her head to face Parks,
"You don't understand..." Elsa replied, her tone slightly broken.
Elsa turned her head to face the back of her cell and sighed.
"She's right...I have become a monster. I went too far, I only wanted to toughen up a little." Elsa said, in a acknowledging and sad manner.
Parks smiled,
"And you did...cause now, your not a little puppy anymore. Your a big dog that no one would wanna fuck with."
"Don't you get it." Elsa said, sharply, "I didn't want to be a 'big dog' nor a 'puppy'!"
"Then what the fuck did you expect to be!?" Parks yelled back, shrugging her arms in the air.
She swiftly rotated her body to face Parks, "I just wanted people to see me as someone they wouldn't be able to make as a prison bitch!"
Parks became a hint aggravated,
"Then why did you say, 'I want to be tough...like you?'" Parks intimidated, using air quotes with her hands.
Elsa lightly chuckled, "I'll admit, I did get people to stop thinking of me just as a, 'delicate flower' but I didn't want them to deeply fear me. I only wanted others to think of me as their own; someone who you shouldn't put on their bad side but yet, someone who you can still feel comfortable to socialize with too." Elsa confessed.
Parks scoffed.
"Listen Frost, there's no such thing as in between in prison." She abruptly went on her feet then pressed her palms on the ledge of the bed by Elsa's sides and leaned her face at eye contact level, "it's either your just a little weed or a garden rose. Got it?"
Elsa stood up and walked by the doorway, facing Parks,
"Then I choose to be a little weed because my days as a garden rose...are done." Elsa tone lowly changed.
Elsa walked away, leaving Parks alone.
{~}
Elsa walked in the center of the hallway, making her way over at her laundry duty. The women in her path immediately cleared the way, except for one that did not see her. Elsa's shoulder nudged against the inmate and instantly, the inmate turned to face Elsa, falling back but Elsa only proceeded down, leaving the other women entirely stupefied. Elsa was only a few steps away from the door until she heard an officer give command,
"Step aside Frost!" The guard shouted, motioning his hand to move back.
Elsa obeyed, stopping, then watched as a gurney strolled by her front side. Her eyes followed the bed cart; with only inmate shoes exposed out the bottom and a white sheet laid over the body. Her mind was struck with curiosity and her face expressed it. She walked inside of the laundry room and positioned herself at her work station. Women gave her dazing stares, seemingly puzzled on Elsa's new attitude. She heard a basket plop on the table space next to her and glanced, finding Parks, who returned a cold look while folding a sweatshirt. Elsa felt someone poke behind her back and turned.
"Here." Carol said, in a careless tone, and handed Elsa a basket filled with orange inmate uniform.
Elsa received the basket and Carol returned back to the machines. Elsa sighed,
"Carol wait." Elsa called out.
"What Frost?" Carol replied, only having her head turned and her face faced at Elsa, disappointingly.
"Do you know where Kit is?" Elsa asked.
Carol only blankly stared at Elsa, causing it to become silent for a moment. Elsa became puzzled until Carol's eyes begun to slightly water and redden.
"In a good place.." Carol whispered, her expression cringing, then walked back to the washing machines.
Elsa quietly gasped, her eyes welling up in tears, and she turned to the table, hiding her sobbing look. She sniffled and wiped her tears off of her eyes. Elsa breathed heavily. She felt another flood of tears burning underneath her lower eyelid. Elsa grunted then sprinted out of the laundry room. Inmates eyed her as she ran out. Elsa booked down the hallway, having more inmates attention onto her. She stopped at the end of the hall, turning her head to both sides and discovered the cart on her left. Elsa ran again, following the cart until an officer blocked her path.
"Inmate! This area is off limits!" The tall officer cried and spread his arms out.
Elsa tried to push through but the officer was stronger and nudge her back.
"Please...I have to see her." Elsa begged and rushed forward again but only having the officer restrain her back again.
"Inmate, I suggest you move back or I'll give you a shot."
Elsa took a few steps back, giving up, and watched as a lifeless Kit roll out of the building.
{~}
FIVE DAYS LATER
Elsa sat in the center of the empty office, awaiting for an authority to come in. She sobbed but suddenly was hushed when she heard the chair, behind the desk in front of her, creak. Elsa sniffled, in effort to stop her streams of tears, and faced towards the bulk but womanly officer.
"Hello Frost." Heat greeted then settled the document of paperwork onto the desk.
"M-Ms. Heat..." Elsa faintly greeted back.
Heat took a moment to examine Elsa's state of being; her hands relaxed between her thighs, her back lazily slouched, her pale cheeks bright pink, and her eyes slightly puffed.
"God, you look terrible.." Heat commented with a hint of sorrow in her tone and face.
Elsa sniffled and Heat pulled out a tissue from a box on the desk, offering it to the weeping pale girl. Elsa took it and swabbed away the wet marks on her cheeks.
"Look, I know you just lost a friend and I get it...kinda cause I lost my dad when I was around your age since it's says here your-" Heat peeped over in the document," twenty-three?" Heat rose a brow to Elsa, who nodded in response, "but anyways, I'm forty and from my experience-" Heat leaned forward, with a serious look, "you either can let this tragedy make you or break you because guess what? When my dad died, especially during my police training, I letted his death make me cause it gave me the confidence to become the woman I am today..So let Kit's death make you somehow better because I'm pretty sure that Kit would want you to move on instead of mourning for your entire sentence..right?"
"Your right.." Elsa mumbled.
"Good." Heat said.
Elsa minimally smiled and drew the tissue away from her face.
"Also, take a shower kid cause I already got three complaints about your body odor. For God's sake you smell like a dirty hippie." Heat teased and pinched her nose.
Elsa snickered and dismissed herself until Heat stopped her at the doorway,
"Oh and Frost, you got a visitor today around 3:00" Heat reminded, looking over at the documents.
Elsa's smile grew,
"It's probably Jack.."
"Who?"
"My fiancée."
Heat smiled,
"Nice to see that your back Frost.."
{~}
Elsa walked into the room, her eyes scanned it; a wide and spaced room, about twelve metal tables with two chairs beneath them and at the very corner of the room, a box of toys just for children. Elsa eyes stopped at a tall pale man, waving. Her lips formed a smile and Elsa ran towards him,
"Jack." She addressed, happily and threw herself into his arms.
"Hey snowflake.." He cooed, petting her hair.
Elsa sniffed his shirt,
"I miss your man stink.." Elsa muffled into his chest.
Jack chuckled and the two separated themselves. They both sat down at a nearby seat, facing each other.
"I tried to call and visit you many times from the past two months ago but for some reason all they told me was that your were prohibited from taking calls or visits. What happened?" Jack asked, concerned.
"It's a long story but to shorten it...I got into a food fight and they took me into Solitary Housing Unit." Elsa revealed, guiltily.
"Jesus, they brought you into the SHU? For two months? Just for a food fight?" Jack said, surprised.
"Oh Jack, there's so much I need to tell you..." Elsa sighed in relief.
Jack smiled and settled back onto his chair,
"I'm all ears.." He replied.
"Showering is a pain, lunch lines are long, I had a cellmate that threatened to hit me cause I didn't wake up on time, and I lost a friend because she was murdered by a missing knife that's still missing." Elsa confessed, her tone changed from calm to dramatic, "I'm scared..." Elsa whispered.
"Wow..I-uh" Jack's words were speechless and he cleared his throat, "Look Elsa, that's all in the past okay...I'm here now." Jack said in a comforting voice and gently grasped her hands, "because I love you.." Jack smiled.
Elsa smiled back but slowly frowned,
"But I'm not done yet..."
Jack's look changed into worry,
"Is there more?" Jack questioned.
Elsa broke into tears and Jack held onto her small hands tighter,
"It's okay Elsa, you can tell me..."
"But those things were from the first two weeks of my sentence.." Elsa confessed.
"What do you mean?" Jack bewildered.
"After the SHU, I turned into this aggressive being that-" Frustrated, Elsa slammed her palms onto the table, "I'm just gonna say it-I turned into this punk bad bitch and had a relationship with another inmate." Elsa revealed sharply.
Her eyes widened, realizing her action, and her jaw lowered but her hand covered it,
"Shit..." Her mind spoke.
Jack was stunned and his expression didn't seem to move a muscle,
"What?" His lips didn't move.
"I-I'm sorry Jack..I just-I just-" Elsa stammered.
"You cheated on me?" Jack interrupted, his state of being still in shock.
"I'm sorry..." Elsa whispered, her eyes emerging tears.
"Ten minutes." A guard hollered from the end of the room.
"Elsa, I don't know what to say.." His voice was calm but distressed.
"Look, I met this inmate named Parks and she was nice to me-"
"So you just go ahead and have a thing with her?" Jack cut her off.
"Wait Jack please let me explain-" Elsa whined and dried her tears.
Jack leaned back, his expression filled with disappointment,
"I'm listening." He said, sounding as if he were slight reluctant.
She sniffled, "When I met her, at first we were friends and then I don't know-it just..." Elsa sighed, speaking clearly, " we slowly formed a 'thing' as our friendship went on.."
"Okay, then what about the, 'punk bad bitch' thing?" Jack imitated.
"I was sick of being vulnerable in prison, so I asked her to help me just to toughen up a little, but I got carried away and because of that, it's one of the reasons why I was in the SHU." Elsa explained, "I'm sorry Jack..I even regret doing this, all of this." She sobbed.
"Why Elsa?" Jack asked, affliction in his expression, "was it cause you needed someone to touch? Or you wanted others to fear you? Why?" He questioned.
"I'm sorry Jack..." Elsa replied, softly.
"Let me ask you something."
"Anything..."
"Did you have sex with her?" Jack asked, sternly.
Elsa's head bowed down to her lap in remorse. Jack noticed her eyes, streaming in more tears than ever. His eyes widened,
"How could you..." He said, in a grieving tone, "we're married Elsa.." His lips mouth, slightly audible.
"I know and trust me, I know." Elsa sobbed, "but I'm done with being a punk girl and I'm done with Parks. She's not in the picture anymore, I promise-I swear." Elsa tried to reason and grasped his hands again, sniffling, "we can work this out right?" Elsa begged.
Jack only blankly stared at Elsa, his expression filled with sorrow,
"Elsa," He softly called her.
Elsa nodded.
"I need time.." Jack sharply issued.
Elsa sniffled again and rose the corner of her lips,
"Anything Jack...I can't lose you." Elsa whispered.
"Times up!" The guard reminded.
"Goodbye Jack." Elsa farewelled.
"Bye Elsa." Jack replied in anguish and left, not even giving one goodbye hug.
Elsa sat alone in the chair while watching a crowd of non-inmates leaving the visitation room, especially Jack which here eyes were glued on until he vanished out of sight.
{~}
"5:00" Dinner time.
Elsa claimed her tray and roamed the cafeteria. Her eyes checked at Parks table with Dark, Elliot, and Parks. Parks noticed Elsa's look and menacingly looked back, causing Elsa to flashily face away. Elsa walked over to a table consisting of her old companions. She sat down near the very end and slowly scooted closer to Jade. Hal ignored Elsa's presence while Carol and Jade returned a dirty expression,
"Hey puta, I don't think you realize this but your sittin' in the wrong table." Jade sassed angrily.
"Look guys..,I'm sorry." Elsa admitted to guilt.
"Well we don't believe or forgive you." Carol replied, careless and disturbed.
"I'm done with this whole 'bad bitch' reign and Parks and I aren't together anymore." Elsa professed.
"So you come running to us like we're some sort of fuckin binki for you to suck on?" Jade mouthed.
"No-no, I left Parks and I can't handle being tough anymore..please you guys."
"Oh yea, how are we supposed to believe you." Hal argued, swatting her fork into her bowl.
"Because Kit died..." Elsa abruptly replied, quietly.
The whole table fell into silence until Elsa spoke again,
"I knew Kit didn't like it when I was being a punk or dating Parks...but I ignored her because that's how much of an asshole I was." Elsa shedded, "but after she passed, I can't handle Kit still being furious at me for every stupid fucking thing I did. So for the sake of her, those days are over.."
Nobody said a word for a short while until Carol argued back.
"Wow, so it took Kit to die for you to realize how much of a sucker that you became. Kit was right, you really are a monster.." Carol countered and faintly snickered.
"I understand that you guys don't forgive me.." Elsa sorrowfully mumbled, leaving the table.
{~}
Without showering and brushing, Elsa laid in her bed inside of her lonely cell. Her eyes were wide awake while her body crouched in a ball, facing the brick wall. A few hours ago, when she had attempted to tend for her hygiene, her shower pouch had been robbed, leaving her with nothing to cleanse herself with. She had gone to the commissary but the inmate occupied there refused to give her service, in revenge of Elsa's horrifying behavior. With the entire cellblock in slumber, expect for her, she listened to the clock's ticking from afar. Elsa had turned to the other side, but suddenly her eyes found a dark figure standing by her bed. Her eyes floated up, recognizing the tall and skinny womanly frame.
"Long time no seen Frost." Tate whispered with her right hand behind her back.
Surprisingly, her voice didn't shriek and her expression froze, completely stunned. Tate straddled her hips over Elsa's pelvis, and her knees buried Elsa's palms into the bed, cracking and paralyzing her hands. In response, Elsa opened her mouth, prepared to yelp until Tate concealed her left hand over Elsa's lips. Elsa's throat shrilled but her voice was muffled by Tate's sweaty hand, compressed onto her mouth.
"Shh..." Tate hissed and rose her right hand, exposing a large blood-dried knife, above her head, "see this right here." Gesturing the knife.
Elsa eyes widened then her cheeks tensed, tears emerging out in terror.
"That's right, because of me, your little friend is gone." Tate swiftly zoomed her face closer at Elsa's, their noses brushing together, "you know why?"
Elsa breathed heavily through her nostrils while more tears flooded out and her voice whimpering.
"Because of you, I was in psych for a long time, chained into a bed..oh and I forgot" The knife in her hand drew closer near Elsa's cheek, "everyday was a shot injection of some shit that they don't tell me what!" She sharply but quietly cried.
Tate simmered her voice down,
"And they gave me side effects that made me feel like I was in hell on earth..."
Elsa whimpers grew and Tate faintly snickered. Tate stroked the tip of the blade against Elsa's right side of her face and glared while she smiled devilishly,
"Do you know what I'm gonna do now?" Her tone was soothing but horrifying Kit at the same time.
Elsa bawled and Tate pushed her palm down even further, her hand almost slipping from sweat and Elsa's tears of fear. Tate switched the knife upside down, gripping the handle tightly. Her tongue licked the left side of Elsa's face, from her cheek to her forehead.
"I'm gonna fuck you with this long and thick knife handle and then.. Im gonna kill you..just like how I killed your friend, 'Kit'" Tate's smile decreased into a furious glare, "I hope your man's dick is thicker that this." Tate smiled mischievously.
Elsa's breathing pace grew into noisy hyperventilation and her whimpering arising even louder while her eyes locked onto the blade's handle. Surprisingly, the knife's handle circumference was thick and but not too long. Tate's slender fingers couldn't even fit all around the blade's handle, intimidating Elsa even more.
"Shut up!" Tate sharply hushed again but in a barely audible sound.
Elsa's nostrils stopped and she took even deeper breaths. Tate's right hand with the knife reached behind her back, pulling out a long rag with her thumb and index finger. She managed to tie it around Elsa's mouth, gagging her from making a single sound, without causing a racket. Tate pulled another rag from the elastic waist of her pants and flipped Elsa over to her backside facing up, binding her wrists together.
"I've dreamed of this day for two months..." Tate angrily whispered in Elsa's ear and hovered her chest over Elsa's back with her left elbow supporting her weight, while her right hand tugged the pale girl's sweatpants down to her ankles
Tate's knees were apart, planted between Elsa's knees and next to her left thigh. Elsa whimpered, crying tears of anxiety which was muffled into the gag. She felt something position between her labia, causing a discomfort to wave throughout her lower region. Elsa's heart sunk and the entire lower half of her body chilled from the coldness and discomfort of being bare while the other top half of her body felt as if it were ten times over shock. In one sudden move, Elsa felt her inner walls being completely filled, painfully stretched, then torn. The ache was so vicious that Elsa's scream choked and agony consumed her. She felt the handle violently ram inside of her again, this time, really breaking her. Muffled, she wailed inside of the gag as tears forcefully flooded out of her eyes while the thick handle harshly and repeatedly thrusted into her tight woman hole. Tears streamed out of her expression so much that it had drenched most of the collar of her shirt and wetted her neck. Her teeth gritted and clamped onto the gag as her womanhood was tortured by the knife handle. Her hands were clenched in a hard fist and almost all of her body muscles were tensed with pressure.
"Ain't this fun, cause I think I just popped your cherry." Tate grunted and cackled while her right arm applied more power into her jabbing pace, "I didn't expect you to be this tight, which is even better." Her voice darkened.
Elsa screamed inside of the gag again and sobbed in pain, her eyes glued shut. Suddenly, the harassment stopped and Elsa panted, hearing Tate collapse onto the floor. Elsa felt her back become lighter and she turned her head towards her backside, finding Tate gone. She looked at the floors, discovering Tate being straddled by another figure. Elsa examined the inmate, her identity hidden with shadow and a grey hoodie. The inmate grunted and beated Tate, jabbing her fists onto her, until Tate had became inanimate. The figure stood up, panting, then turned to face Elsa. Elsa couldn't make of the inmate's expression but she was slender and looked about her height. The inmate rushed to Elsa, undoing her gag, wrist binds then finally removing the weapon handle out of her. Elsa groaned in relief the moment the handle had been pulled out. Elsa immediately turned to face up then pulled up her sweatpants, all at once. Elsa sat up on the bed with her knees to her chest and cried in her knees. She detached her face from them and faced to the empty cell, except for Tate's unconscious body, finding the mysterious inmate gone. She sniffled and glanced at Tate's body, her face sheeted with blood, and a shiny gold item resting beside her body. Elsa slowly stood out of the bed and cautiously snatched the item. She sat back down onto the bed again, and observe the gold item in her hand; a shiny gold moon locket. Elsa's tears paused and her eyes grew massive. She gasped.