Divas Prison Ch58

"Martinez! Roll it up! Transport will be here in ten minutes, ready or not, you'll be on it!" One of the jail guards bellowed across the block to where Bayley was standing just outside her cell. The instruction, which she'd been expecting since the day she was sentenced, filled her with fear. She went into her cell and collected her few possessions together, rolling up her mattress and sheets, as per the instruction given.

A couple of women came up and wished her luck. Bayley hadn't spent a huge amount of time with anyone, but they knew the command and that she was leaving them to be transferred to prison, rather than being released.

At almost exactly the ten minute marker, two guards came into their communal area. "Inmate Martinez." They read off a clipboard.

"Here sir." Bayley responded.

"Do you have your effects?" They asked, to an affirmative response.

"Good, you will be secured for transport to Florida State Women's Prison forthwith. Do you have any questions?" Bayley shook her head.

"Please give your effects to my colleague and follow in between us. Make no attempt at escape or violence and this will be smooth and easy for everyone."

Bayley did as she was told. She knew the route to the transports from the days upon days of going to and from court.

The final room before going out to the parking lot was well populated with officers. Some doing paperwork and using computers, some standing with prisoners, keeping an eye that nobody tried to run if they were able, and some conducting searches and either removing restraints from arrivals or applying them to those due to be leaving the building.

"Position 2." Bayley was told in a deadpan manner, walking to it with her escort. Another officer read through her paperwork, then took Bayley's bag of personal items and wrote out a tag so it would find its way to the correct facility.

The office then brought out a box full of metal chains. Bayley's head fell at this point. It was always the worst part of the journeys for her.

"Hands on your head" was the instruction, and Bayley complied, trying to look at the ceiling as the chain was passed around her. She could feel it all around her waist, but it wasn't tight. A set of handcuffs were produced next and the officer pulled her arms down one by one, gently closing the cuffs around each wrist, then securing their connecting chain to the waist chain, making sure Bayley was going to have her hands secured against her body the whole trip. She was convinced that her nose was itching almost immediately, but there was nothing she could do about it, so did her best to dismiss the feeling.

She was told to kneel up on the bench in front of her. Doing so allowed the officer to shackle her ankles together. When the task was complete, Bayley couldn't help but test the limits of her mobility. She remembered that she fell twice the first time she was made to wear them, only not hitting the floor by the guards holding her up. She was determined that she wasn't going to embarrass herself like that again. The chain was very short, so short steps would be needed.

She was allowed to sit on that bench until her name was called to board her transport. She couldn't help but look at all the others waiting. Both men and women, even though they were kept well apart. Every couple of minutes a name would be called. Most were heading to court and were called a few at a time, but others called separately were likely going to a different jail or a prison. There were different reactions to the other prisoners having their name called. Some did as told and walked, or shuffled in the direction they were told, others refused to comply, and were dragged out, some even carried by multiple officers. As she watched one man get dragged across the room to the doors, calling the officers such profane names she wouldn't dare repeat, Bayley told herself not to be like that.

The wait was torturous. The desire to get it over with and also for it to take forever clashed loudly in Bayley's brain. It took either five minutes or two hours, but then it came.

"Martinez, come forward!" An Officer took her by the arm and led her to the end of the room, where another was filling in paperwork with a man, who although she didn't recognise, the logo on the uniform was well known to her from the prison. She waited silently while they exchanged forms, getting the bureaucracy out of the way.

"Right, you're all ours. Lets go, we don't want to keep the Warden waiting do we." His voice had a cocky tone, but all Bayley could think about was her former boss meeting her off the bus. She therefore didn't move when the guard took her arm. "Hey, move!" Was enough to get her attention, and she nearly lost her footing when he pulled harder, the shackles pressing on the skin on her leg.

She had expected be getting onto the bus the prison had for transporting new inmates, but when she saw her transport vehicle she froze again. Sitting in front of her was a van she knew well. It was primarily used for taking inmates for medical appointments that could not be accommodated by the facilities inside the walls. It had a small secured area, no more than a cage practically, for the inmate, seating for guards, and In some other cases, and a few emergencies, Bayley herself had been a passenger in her role as the head of the medical department. Now she was going into the cage herself, and all of her previous resolve disappeared.

"What's wrong? The Warden said you'd feel more comfortable in this." The guard had to put in real effort to stop himself laughing.

The embarrassment, fear and now anger in her was more than she could handle. She pulled back hard against his grip, trying to get away. "No, you can't do this! It's not right!" She hadn't put any thought into what she was trying to accomplish, she was just consumed with the desire not to get put into that cage. "Get off of me! You think it's funny? Does he? It's all wrong! I didn't do it! I'm innocent! Please, just let me go!"

Bayley managed to break the guards grip for a moment, but she couldn't move or do anything to defend herself due to her handcuffs and shackles. They weren't getting broken. He quickly had his hands back on her, one on her arm one on her back. "Randy, come help me with her will you?" Another Guard got out of the van and came to take Bayley by the other arm. With two much much stronger people than her applying pressure, there was nothing she could do to stop herself being marched to the van, although her feet barely touched the ground. She tried to pick up her feet to block going through the door of the van, finding the side door too wide for her feet to block with the chain of the shackles at maximum extension. The cage doorway however was much smaller and she did all she could not to get put inside.

"Stop resisting dammit! What do you think this will achieve?" The guard said as he tried to push her foot into the doorway to force her through.

"I didn't do it! You have to let me go!" Bayley cried back as she struggled, kicking one guard in the face. That was the last straw for him, he grabbed his mace can and sprayed just enough to be unpleasant for Bayley, creating time for him to pull on the chain of her shackles. The pain caused by the steel cutting her flesh was severe and she had to relax her legs, giving the guards all the opportunity they needed to shove her into the cage. Bayley turned around just in time to have the door slammed in her face, with it locking automatically. She pushed against it with her foot, only to hear it rattle in place. She knew in that moment it was done. She stopped fighting back, trying to catch her breath as she moved into the bench provided to sit on. That guards climbed in and the van roared into life.

Bayley tried to find a comfortable sitting position as the van slowly pulled out of the jails underground pickup/drop off area, unable to stop herself slinging on the bench as it took the incline. Her freak out had done her no good, and her right ankle was in a lot of pain from the shackle digging into it. She could partially see out of the window, but tried not to look. There was no opportunity to do so anywhere she was allowed in the jail, even the exercise area only was enclosed except from above. She knew any sight of the real world would be torture. She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, knowing a lot about the next few hours from the other side of the process was of some help as she tried to prepare.

When she did catch a glimpse of the outside a little later, she immediately got worked up again. She knew the roads so well from driving it daily, she knew she was nearly there. Like with so many prisoners she'd seen arrive, the reality of her situation was causing her to panic again. Upon her first sight of the towers and the high fences, she hunched over and felt very sick. They were really going to lock her up in the prison she worked at for something she didn't do. And as the van pulled through the gate, she caught a sight of people waiting for her. She recognised them at once. She pulled her legs up into her chest as the van came to a halt.

The guard unlocked the door to her caged area and scoffed at her drawn up position. "You do you think that will achieve? Come on, move! Stand up in front of the Warden, and stay silent." He pulled her by the arm and there was nothing she could do to stop it, especially as he used so much force she practically fell out of the van, only being held up as she stared down at a well polished pair of shoes, slowly standing up, taking in the expensive suit and finally the face of her former boss. The look on his face was one of clear disgust. The two guards held an arm each, she tried to shake them off but had no chance, just making the grip tighter as it appeared to them as further attempts to get away.

"Let go of the prisoner." The Warden spoke in a very flat tone.

"Sir, this prisoner has already attempted to break away once, I would advise you not to allow her to stand free." One questioned.

"Stand down officers, that's an order. She can't run, she can't fight you. If she tries either, you have my permission to tase her until her hair falls out. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Both guards spoke in unison and took three steps back, leaving the Warden alone to talk to his new arrival.

"Attempted escape? Well that's a whole new charge. I think you could easily get another two years, make it a nice round ten?"

Bayley's face crumbled at hearing that. "Please, no. I wasn't trying to escape. I just panicked. You have to believe me."

Ric stayed stony faced for a second before allowing himself to smile. "How very sad. With restraints on, in a secure building, surrounded by law enforcement officers. I bet you didn't get three yards. That's not enough for a charge. But what a shame."

"Why?" Bayley said quietly, but the Warden heard it.

"Why? Why? Look at me!" He yelled, each word louder than the last until Bayley raised her head to look him in the eye, then returning to a lower level of speaking. "Because in my view, no punishment, no sentence the courts can hand down is ever going to be enough to make up for what you have done to me. My record and reputation became a joke, I'm only gaining it back because not only were all four escapees rearrested, but the woman paid to help them will also waste away her best years in my prison. Justice has been done, and that's everything in this business."

"Justice? I don't do it. Any of it. Nobody believes me, but I really didn't." Bayley tried to plead her case, but this was not someone open to her reasoning.

"Do you know how many women have stood in front of me here and tried to tell me they didn't do it? Like I'm going to ignore the decision of the court and let them leave?

"But.."

"But nothing!" He interrupted. "You have been given a fair trial, and convicted, and on top of all that, you ended up pleading guilty! You admitted your crimes!"

"I had to, they were talking about fifty years if I didn't. I couldnt..." Bayley fought the tears again, determined not to give him any more satisfaction than he was already showing.

"Couldn't what? Eight years, fifty years, whatever, you belong in a prison cell. The judge had you pegged right. You should be held partly responsible for the deaths caused by Sasha Banks. If it wasn't for you, she'd have never gotten out and they'd still be alive. Then you'd be lucky to see the outside world again, and that's what you deserve."

Bayley took a deep breath, never being able to fully endure the attacks on her nature. "I didn't do anything but give up the keys, she would have killed Vickie. The rest of it isn't true. Nobody believes me, I get that. I don't deserve any of this but I don't have a choice. I just want to keep my head down, do my time and wait for the day I can try and put my life back together."

"Spoken like a old con, you've been around prisoners too long. Maybe that's why you've become one." Flair's icy tones weren't letting up. "You have all the educational and vocational opportunities as any other woman here, except one. I'm sure you can guess."

"You won't let me in the medical wing." Bayley said. "I could be of real use there though, help the doctor and the inmates, and it'll help the time pass."

"Forget it. You won't spend a second there unless you're gravely ill, and you'll be cuffed to the bed like anyone else. I'm not giving you any chance to lead a second breakout."

"I didn't..." Bayley thought twice about pleading her case again. It wasn't worth it. "Can I go now...sir." She had to force the last word out.

"You watch yourself inmate. Follow Guard Orton to orientation and admission." Bayley slowly walked after the guard, not that she needed to be shown the way.

"What are they all whispering about?" Paige asked Natalya. It had become clear to them, as well as many other women on the block, that something was going on. The guards hadn't been overly interested in what any of the prisoners were doing, they weren't giving anyone any hassle, mostly talking quietly to each other.

"No idea. They might be planning something. Maybe a shakedown. Anyone got anything in their cell they shouldn't?" Her question was met by a sea of shaking heads.

"Just a freakin moody cellmate." Summer responded. "I know she's been through it a bit recently, but I didn't do anything to her."

"She's hurting." Paige said. "It'll take her time. She didn't know how she felt, and she has to deal with a lot all at once."

"Can you not talk about me like I'm not here?" Charlotte asked, arriving with Becky, who went to Paige and kissed her deeply, seeing none of the guards were paying attention.

"I'm sorry Char." Paige said genuinely. "I was just worried about you. That was a nasty thing that happened, and you haven't been out much since your lockdown ended."

"Don't be. I'm not going to let any of them screw my head up any more than it already was. I want to forget any of it happened."

"Any of it?" Natalya asked.

"Any of it. I don't know what she did to me, I'd never looked at a woman like that before, but it was like a spell or something."

"A spell? Char, are you sure you aren't in a little bit of denial?" Paige said, but got an elbow from Becky for it. "Don't confuse her more." She whispered. "It's taken me ages to get her feeling better."

"Isn't it worse if she's lying to herself?" Paige whispered back. "You accepted it, and I'm thankful for that every day, but she needs to as well."

"In her own time babe, Ok?"

"Will you stop whispering about me, and don't pretend it isn't." Charlotte said, with a face like thunder.

"I'm just glad it's all over." Natalya said. "They are getting what they deserve , and you can forget about it all, like you said."

"Nattie, I don't care what I said, you utter the words 'I told you so', even once, and I swear we will fall out, severely."

Never a fan of anyone threatening her, but aware of the reason behind it, Natalya did her best to smile and laugh it off. Luckily for them, the guards suddenly got a bit more animated than standing around in a group at their control desk, assembling near the entrance to the block.

"What the hell are they doing? They didn't do this even when Ronda was brought here. Hang on, where is Ronda?" Natalya asked, thinking she might have solved it.

"Probably her counselling. So I can't think this is to do with her." Paige answered, trying to see. Most of the women were paying attention, but none of them were expecting what they saw.

"Oh no." Summer was the first to react.

Bayley was barely hanging on. She had been put through a tortuous process, being taunted by every guard she came across, forced into a freezing cold shower, something she knew wasn't standard process. She'd been given uniform so I'll fitting at first the pants were falling down, forcing her to use her knowledge of the regulations to force a change. When she'd got dressed properly, she had fallen down, she knew she had been tripped, but nobody was going to listen to her protests, so let it drop. She had been given half full hygiene products, that would last no time at all, but she didn't tell them that wouldn't be a problem, as her mother had supported her fight, and was going to help her with commissary money for her whole sentence. Thoughts of family had been the only thing keeping Bayley going while she was in jail, and now they had to help her for a lot longer than planned.

As well as a sore knee from the fall, her wrists were in pain as well, as they had recuffed her hands far tighter than they should, and it was torture, just as much because they had chosen to drag her by the arm down the corridors, when she knew full well inmates were allowed to walk unguided when in restraint as long as there was no aggression from them. As the doctor, she had ironically argued against this, citing tripping would leave them unable to break their fall. Now , even knowing they were being intentionally cruel, she wished they'd follow their own rules.

She hoped to get into the block and off to her cell as quickly as possible once there. She knew she'd be recognised and didn't want things to be made a big deal by the inmates as they had by the guards and the Warden. That hoped ended as soon as the door to A block opened and she saw the welcoming committee she didn't want. She walked into the middle of them as Orton let her go and handed a clipboard to Rollins.

"Here you go, your problem now. Bit weird huh, especially since you tried...

"Officer!" Seth snapped, quickly stopping his snide attitude. "Remember you are speaking to a superior, and there is a process. I don't care who she was, it's who she is that matters, this is a new inmate to our block. That's all." He began to check the paperwork, and Bayley realised the silence. Nothing from the guards, and nothing from anyone else, she had a quick look around catching the eyes of a couple of the women. She now knew everyone was looking at her, even though she didn't recognise every one of the eyes set on her.

"Right, cell 60. Specially chosen for you I believe. You, uncuff her, Zayn, show her to her new home." Bayley was relieved to be free from any restraint, looked at the floor all the way to her cell, which was right at the end, making her pass every woman in the communal area, and every open cell. She heard a few people all asking each other if it was her, what she was doing there. When she reached her number she walked straight in with out a look at the guard, put her box in its place. The top bunk was made, clearly it belonged to her cellmate. The bottom was uncovered so she put her sheets out as fast as she could, then curled herself up in the corner. It took all of her energy not to cry, her experience with inmates telling her she could have another moment like before, she had to be strong, to be tough. There was a small clock in the cell, showing it was early afternoon, she'd have some time till there was a meal, which she would have to come out of her cell for if she wanted food, but for now she just wanted to crawl into the floor. Her worst fear was coming true.

A/N: This is only the half way stage of Bayley's introduction to the prison. It's not gone well so far for her. And she hasn't met her cellmate yet. I had intended it to just be one chapter, but with so much left and I'd written more than expected so I thought I'd let this one out now.

As I thought, Becky2Belts didn't last all that long, but it will stay in the history books. An amazing 6 months for her, and it's been great to watch as a fan of hers. Lacey Evans has impressed me recently, if you ignore that last match with Charlotte that went very badly. Her character needs just a little more dimension, but has the groundwork for something special in time. I'm not sure she will win the title at Stomping Grounds, but she will hold a title in time for sure. I'm trying to find a role for her and many others in the story.

I was practically screaming for Bayley to cash in her contract, and it worked out brilliantly. I'm not a fan of the decision for her to defend against Alexa Bliss with so many underused women on the SD roster, but I hope they use it to put the horror of their disastrous feud and match last spring to rest. I am however thrilled to see Little Miss Bliss back in the ring after her troubles, her work on Raw has been hilarious, and I want one of her coffee mugs!

Till next time, Thanks for reading, and do leave a review with anything you'd like to see in the story. Please keep it kind.

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