Divas Prison Ch26
Paige wasn't going to stop struggling against the guards no matter what. After they left the cell block, she was in an area she hadn't seen before as they she was never away from her cell area. There was a few days in hospital, but that was a while back, and she had a head injury. All the corridors looked the same anyway, the same colour, the same layout. There were glimpses of the kitchen and a couple of random rooms until she spotted large doors in the distance with a 'C' clearly visible. When they reached the doors a button was pressed to gain attention from someone inside.
"Bet you feel really good about yourselves right now huh?" Paige said with no attempt to conceal her anger. "Do you feel powerful? Two of you dragging someone around when she can't defend her herself? Take these handcuffs off and we will see how powerful you are!" The three guards escorting her, one carrying her possessions didn't react at all, making Paige feel angrier still. "Or is it all about the money? I know you work for Banks, one of you, all of you, I don't care. Is being in that bitch's pocket worth it? Oh wait, I'm wrong, you're the bitch, or her bitch right?!"
Lana, the guard from the new block wrenched Paige's arm in a way that made her cry out in pain as the handcuffs had been intentionally put on too tight and restricted her arm mobility more than usual. It turned Paige around so she was now face to face with Lana. "Shut. Up! I will not tolerate such abuse and outrageous allegations about my fellow guards. If that's how you disrespect them, It's good for me that they decided to get rid of you. I will not accept anything but complete obedience from all prisoners, you will be no exception." Lana looked ready to continue but the big metal door was now opened by another guard, a huge man with a beard.
"Good, Guard Strowman will be able to handle this prisoner now. I will take her items. Thank you for your assistance." Langston and Phoenix handed over the box of Paige's possessions, and Paige herself, to Lana and Strowman, and then headed away.
"Ooh, scary, try smiling every once in a while, you might like it. Ow!" Paige regretted her attitude for the first time, as without a word Strowman dragged her across the block with more ease than the two women combined, further increasing the pain in Paige's arms and wrists. They stopped outside cell 16 and Lana called for it to be opened, went in and slammed the box of items into place as hard as she could before coming back.
"Now get inside, and don't forget what I said. You will see our block supervisor, Guard Wyatt tomorrow, along with the rest of the team. Hopefully Guard Strowman has convinced you not to disobey. Go, lights out in five minutes."
Paige stared a hole through her new guard, wanting nothing more than to knock her down and make her look foolish. Unfortunately there was no way they were going to free her from the handcuffs on this side of the cell door. "You're going to wish you hadn't met me." Paige said as she went into the cell. The door was then locked and the cuffs removed. Paige hit the door as soon as she had the use of her hands back but both guards had already turned away. Paige went to the sink to put some water on her wrists, that were bright red from the cuffs. It reduced the pain enough to make her feel a little better, enough to remember something that she hadn't really considered while fighting against the guards. There was another woman in the cell.
This woman was lying in the top bunk, facing away from Paige under a blanket. The only feature that could be worked out was that she was blonde. Paige tried to figure out if she was awake and came to the conclusion that she was.
"Um hi, I'm Paige, guess we're going to be living together for a little while. I hope that..." The other woman waved Paige away with a flick of her hand, only a few moments before the lights went out.
Paige rolled into her bunk, very unimpressed with the rudeness that she had just been shown. 'Looks like I'm not getting as good an introduction as I got from Becky' Paige thought to herself and then immediately wished she didn't as all her thoughts turned to Becky. All her fight from earlier evaporated on the spot and was replaced by heartache. Paige wasn't going to allow herself to be vulnerable in front of someone she technically hadn't met, biting her lip to try and keep herself strong, which wasn't completely successful as she couldn't stop a few tears rolling off her face as she finally fell asleep.
When the lights turned on in the morning, Paige got herself up quickly, wanting to check on her possessions, which luckily had all survived the lack of care shown by the guards the night before, and also to be ready to try and meet her new cellmate. This currently mystery woman hadn't moved a muscle from the position Paige saw her in briefly last night. Paige tried to focus on something else but always had one eye on this woman until she finally got out of her bunk and Paige was surprised to find that she actually recognised who it was.
"Oh, it's you. I know we don't technically know each other, but do you remember me? It was a while ago I know, but we were on the same bus that brought us here. We got separated after I know but now we're going to have to live together for a while."
The expression on this woman's face hadn't changed at all since they first made eye contact. It was nearly impossible for Paige to figure out exactly what it was that her expression said, there was nearly no emotion at all. "I just want to say hi, I hope we can get along. If not, I only intend to be around for a little while, you see." Paige found herself trailing off under the continued glare of her cellmate. It wasn't clear if this was an attempt at intimidation, the motionless expression didn't come across that way, but Paige wasn't going to allow that to happen to her anyway. "Fine, if you don't want to be friendly, I can put up with that, but neither of us have a choice about being in here so I really hope that we can at least get along?" Continuing to get no response Paige decided to give up for now. Going for her box, Paige broke eye contact and immediately received a strong blow to the stomach, forcing her to the floor as she struggled to breathe. With nowhere to go at that point, Paige tried to crawl back into her bunk, but was helped when this woman. Suddenly grabbed her by her clothes and threw her into it, with Paige's head colliding with the wall at speed. She was conscious, but feeling very dizzy from that contact but Paige could see that this woman was now just looking at her again in exactly the same manner as before. She wasn't moving towards her to continue the attack, just staring the same way as before. A little while later, the cells were opened for breakfast. A guard, different from last night appeared at the door and banged on it several times, each one reverberating around Paige's skull with force. "Move." Was the only word spoken but the guard, but it caused this woman to look around, then walk slowly out of the cell.
"You too." The guard said to Paige. She struggled to walk and had a badly coloured bruise forming around her eye but the guard could not have cared less, shoving her in the direction of the breakfast line.
After collecting her breakfast, Paige took a seat at a table alone. She picked at it, thankful that the quality of the food hadn't dropped. It hadn't gone up either, but that was obviously asking for a lot.
After eating, Paige went to shower, mostly to try and reduce the pain she was feeling from her attack with some cold water. It didn't do a lot and she headed for her new cell to lay down and try and rest. Her new cellmate was going in and out of the cell, but it didn't appear as though she was doing anything specific, just walking around. Either way, Paige had no interest in going near her at that moment, she was already concerned about having to be around her that night. She took a seat as far as she could from her cell door and sat there thinking.
"So how's our new arrival doing this morning? Settling in well I hope." The accent was unmistakeable and the smug tone infuriating as Paige found herself once again face to face with Lana Perry, who sat down at the table with her. "I had a wonderful night, after getting you away, I had a late dinner with my fiancé and slept like a log. Such a nice feeling, knowing you've gotten such a dangerous convict safely locked up where they can't hurt anybody but themselves. Actually, you look like that's exactly what's happened. Aren't you having fun with us?"
Lana had a sick grin on her face, one strong fist right to the middle of it was the first thing that gave Paige reason to smile since arriving. "I'm so glad you're finding such joy in my pain. You know how this happened. I'm sure putting me in a cell with a psychopath was all part of Sasha's grand plan but it'll never work. She won't get to me." Paige fought Lana's fake pleasantness with her own. It could have sounded like a friendly chat to anyone else at that point but Lana's tone dropped at this moment.
"I'm already sick of your lies. Have you said one word in this prison that's true? Nobody would consider anything so revolting. You are all scum and we are part of Florida's finest. You do what we say, other way around. And you did not get that bruise from the prisoner you say. She is on a strict medication to keep her calm and has been the most docile prisoner I've ever guarded. Stop making up lies. I read your file and I know that we are going to be spending a long time together. So I suggest that you drop the attitude and fall in line. If you do, maybe we could even be friends."
The condescension in Lana's last words was too much for Paige. "The only way we could be friendly, if we never actually have to speak to each other again. Why don't you try it?" Lana gave another fake smile and walked away.
Lana had accidentally made Paige feel a little relieved. If this woman was getting given drugs to keep her calm, maybe she wasn't going have to put up with this all the time. She was practically unresponsive last night, that could have been because of whatever they were giving her. Paige looked and saw that she was still wandering aimlessly around. She wasn't communicating with anyone and most of the other women gave her a wide berth.
During and after lunch, Paige took a little more time to study her new environment. That didn't take a moment, as the block was set out in exactly the same way. So instead, she tried to have a look at the other women as best she could without them spotting her staring.
She took every opportunity to try and get the best read that she could on each of them. Most of them were as you'd expect, the same body language and expressions that she'd seen on everyone else and herself in a place like this. The strange thing was, no matter where she looked, she kept finding her eyes drawn to the same woman. There was nothing particularly special about her, blonde hair, thin, looked tallish but hard to see as she was also sitting at a table alone. Paige felt like she knew this woman, but at the same time she was convinced that she had never met her before in her life and was confused as to where this idea came from. Paige's ideas went out of her head when she spotted three women come up behind this new blonde woman and empty the leftovers from their lunch trays over her head, followed by a small amount of liquid from their cups, which Paige hoped was just water. They were saying something too, but Paige was too far away to have any idea what that would be. They were certainly laughing as they walked away as their victim just put her head down in her hands, trying to hide herself in them. Instinct was trying to push Paige over to her to try and help her. These instincts were fought off because Paige knew she had no idea what the deal was between them all and at this point, getting involved in another battle was too much.
Some fresh air felt like she hadn't had any for days at that moment, finding the most isolated place in the yard, Paige laid down and stared up. Without Charlotte around to persuade/force her into anything, there was no chance of any extra physical exertion with the pain in her midsection still causing problems. It was a sunny day which made things a little better until there was somebody intentionally blocking the sun. Knowing it couldn't be good, Paige opened her eyes to see another bearded guard standing there. "The new sheep joining my flock, how unique, a very white sheep with very black wool. Yet you are still one of many, paying for misdeeds while heading towards my sweet land of salvation."
Freaked out wasn't even close to describing how Paige was feeling right now. He acted like he was spiritual, but his tone and words were serious, almost angry,like some kind of cult leader. "What?" Paige tried to continue, but found the words just would not come out.
"There is no need for fear. I am Wyatt, but to all who follow me, am I simply Sir. I have control, but I need not use it. All who find themselves in my world are lost, in need of my teaching and my love. And all who follow me will receive it. I know what you need and you will get it. From me, from my family, and from my sheep." It all sounded crazy, but Paige could tell from the look on his face that he was beyond serious.
"You know what I need? What I need is to go back to my old block where I don't get this from my cellmate." Pointing to her bruises, Paige made her point in the gentlest way she could, feeling weirdly intimidated by Wyatt, certainly enough to make sure she wasn't aggressive towards him.
"McCool is one of our most troubled souls. We take very special care of her to make sure that she does not slip away into a a world of total nothingness. You now hold an important place in her life, as do you in hers. You must tread lightly in her world, the penalty for intrusion can be severe. You have already learned what can happen when my society is disturbed. My teachings are handed down from on high and enforced by all means necessary. Follow them and you will find your inner peace."
"Yes sir" Paige said as quickly as she could while moving faster still. She spent the rest of the day trying to come to some kind of understanding of what the hell was going on. Between a psychopath cellmate, a self satisfied guard, and a lunatic in charge, the only positive thing was at least knowing the name of the woman who attacked her.
When lockup came around for the night, Paige knew to be wary, and hoped that she'd just be able to get to sleep without incident. She did her best to only move about the cell when there was just enough room so she didn't bump McCool or get in her way.
This worked for a while, Paige took her chances well, but then found that her path was suddenly being intentionally blocked. Paige readied herself. "Ok look, there's no point in taking shots at me all the time. It's not going to change anything and I'm not going to just let you do it. I'll defend myself but I'd rather we just found a way to be around each other. I don't want to fight all the time."
Like that morning, it didn't look like anything was getting through as McCool's expression still hadn't changed. Paige knew it was coming and quick as a flash, she took another punch in the stomach, the pain was as intense as before, but Paige kept her eye on McCool, who swung at her head now. This time Paige was able to avoid and put what she could into a swing of her own, connecting with the side of McCool's head. It made her stagger back, but then she stood as she was before, with exactly the same expression as before, like it didn't happen. She had a bruise of her own from the punch so Paige had done damage, but she didn't seem to care.
"What is wrong with you? Just stop this before we end up really hurting each other!" Paige tried to reason calmly, again with no attempt at a response from the other side. The lights went out and with no warning, McCool turned around. Paige was going to take another shot but left it as her way was now clear. McCool had gotten into her bunk. Paige did the same while she could and tried to come up with something to help her until sleep took over.
A/N: Thanks to everyone for reading.
Well on the road to Wrestlemania now, still very few matches announced. Shane vs Taker still has me baffled. The Divas triple threat seems almost a lock now. The highlights for me right now would be Dean vs Brock and Michael P.S. Hayes HOF speech with the Freebirds. I haven't gotten their theme 'Badstreet USA' out of my head since Monday!
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