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Caged Up - Lunch Time

Being locked alone in a cell is bad enough. Being locked alone in a cell during meals and recreation time is a pain in the ass. I try to get by, mostly by exercising in this tiny rat hole. The hard part is putting this contraption over my head without putting my arms in a weird position when I do sit ups. But once I'm settled, I just keep at it till I'm lying in a puddle of my own sweat. Not the most refined thing in the world but it keeps me sharp, keeps me focused, keeps me strong. I've been on the floor since early morning, I'm guessing seven but I don't have a clock in here to be sure. Either way, I've must've been crunching my abs for hours because I hear the door to my cell opening up. Lunch time.

I look up and there she is, cell block B's favorite fallen star with a push cart lunch just for me. "Hey Lynn, I'd shake your hand but I really can't stand you." It's a bad joke, I'll admit, but I like saving the A material for Possible.

Lynn just smirks while I try and catch my breath. "You look pretty comfortable on your back, I'm surprised you're still single."

I take a breath and throw my upper body forward so I'd be sitting up on the floor. The damn hand coffin swings down between my legs like a baseball bat, almost hyper-extended my shoulders. "Alright, enough pleasant banter, I'm hungry." Ain't that the truth, damn idiots only feed me twice a day. I wonder if they're doing that to all the girls.

Lynn brings the plate down to the floor and sits cross legged next to me. "Well, aren't you a woman who knows what she wants. Alright, open up and say 'ah!'" she tells me, making that ridiculous face with her mouth hanging wide open. It's pathetic but I open my mouth so she can spoon feed me the vegetables. I remember the first time I had to be fed like this, I nearly bit her finger off for being such a smart ass. I hated it, now I just tolerate it because it's the only way I can get any food around here. Peas, carrots, and I think that yellow stuff is corn or as close to corn as you can get without having actual corn. I keep it down, barely, I just want a full stomach. "Alright, now that you've eaten your veggies, maybe you'll grow up to be a healthy and law abiding drone of society you grow up."

I breath out a chuckle. Good one Lynn, too bad you have more mouth than guts or maybe you wouldn't have faked all those stunts and gotten yourself locked up for kidnaping and attempted murder on that high schooler. "Or maybe I'll grow up to be an overly aggressive bitch who gets her ass handed to her by a cheerleader." Now she laughs. Weird that I've been thinking about Kimmie lately, she actually hadn't crossed my mind for weeks until now. I wonder what Lynn thinks about her? She is the one who sent her here. Well, as long as she's in a happy mood, I'll ask her. "Hey, what do you think about her. Possible, I mean."

She looked surprised at first, I guess she wasn't expecting me to be in a talkative mood. Her expression quickly goes cold. "Bitch needs to mind her own business. Bet she had it out for me because her idiot twin brothers got themselves injured watching my show. She cost me my job, which leads me to have one little psychotic break down and, boom, here I am. One day, I'd like to humiliate her the same way she'd humiliated me; viciously and publicized. Then, I'd slit her throat."

Ugh, the old 'I'll have my revenge' speech. At least her's doesn't sound nearly as bad as Drakken's. "Whatever, just feed me some of that fish before it gets cold."

Lynn looks at me with a haughty huff while she saws off a chunk from the fish filet. "What do you mean, whatever? Aren't you her, like, mortal enemy or something? I thought you wanted that uppity cunt dead more than anyone of us." Crude but this isn't exactly high society. Hell, I'm being feed bargain fish on a prison cell floor, I'd say that's pretty rock bottom.

Oh well, I guess I better tell her what she wants to know. "Possible, dead? Too easy. I want to crush her spirit. I want to beat her so bad that she won't be able to look herself in the mirror anymore. A dead Kimmie is pretty boring, you can only fertilize the plot so many times before it gets old. But a defeated Kimmie, a Kimmie that cringes every time she sees you and can't even build up the confidence to stop a jaywalker, let alone save the world. Oh yeah, that's gonna be good."

I get lost in my head just thinking about it. I get tingly for a moment but I snap back to reality just to see that sleazy grin on Lynn's face. "You're such a fucking bull dyke, it's not even funny!" She holds up a chunk of forked fish.

I give her look before biting down on the mystery flounder. It's oily, bland, and probably past it's expiration date. I swallow it, not like I can ask to see the menu. "Shut up, Lynn. Don't be such an idiot."

"Oh, please! Breaking her spirit? Control issues, dominance fantasy, any of this sound about right to you? Seriously Shego, if you had a dick, you'd be telling me you'd want Kim to be slurping on it and calling you daddy." Fucking whore, prison's messed with her brain, all she can think of is sex. Not that forcing the little princess face down isn't a fun thought, it's just not my style.

"Just carve me off another piece of fish." She's pissy about it but she starts tearing into that fish with the plastic butter knife. I tried to forget about it all day but... no, I need to know. "Who's the new fish Lynn? You know, should be about two floors up."

I think she knows what I'm getting at, I can see her face soften up. One thing about this place, no matter how tough you are, knowing one of our own getting treated like that still hurts. "Shego... just eat your damn fish."

No Lynn, answer my damn question. "Who is she."

She drops the utensils on the plate and drops her head. I guess she saw it from her cell. "I only know her name's Fiona. Story is that she found her fiancé ass riding some other woman and she killed them both with a pair of scissors right there on the bed. She pleads insanity, judge says fuck you and sends her here."

Well, this is going pretty bad so far, I'm already liking this Fiona. "You ever seen her?"

She nods and forks another fish chunk into my mouth. "Yeah, small girl, scrawny, not a muscle on her body that I can see. Red hair and scared of everything that moved."

I chew it a little and force the crap down my throat. I think I'm about ready to gag. "Ack. So basically, fresh fish."

"You got it."

She's not going to tell me what I want to hear so I'll just ask her point blank. "It was her last night, wasn't it?"

She throws the fork down. "Damn it Shego, I don't want to talk about it!"

No, I need to know. "Lynn, just tell me."

She shuts up for a while, I guess it really did get to her. "Yeah... it was her last night. I was one floor up but I was on the other side so I saw how it went down. Five guards."

Shit. "Five? Isn't that a bit much?"

"I guess those assholes all thought they'd hit the jackpot when she came in. They probably didn't feel like waiting before they could have their chance. Here's the fucked up part, there was five of them against skinny little Fiona but they still beat her down before they started raping her. Just slapping her around for kicks."

I get mad. I can picture just which five guards would be sick enough to do that kind of thing. My nails are clawing against the metal of this damn box around my hands and I think Lynn can hear it. "What I wouldn't give to get my hands on that bastards..."

I'm pulled back out of my head when the sound of metal being banged on by a nightstick starts ringing in my ears. "Lunch over, get off the floor and roll that cart back to the mess hall, Lynn!" the guard barks out. I look at him but I know he's not one of them. Tucked in shirt, clean shave, hell, I can see his shoes shining from here. He's too straight arrow to be one of those dickheads.

Lynn pulls herself up and puts everything back on the cart, including the leftover fish. Good riddance to bad sea food. "Yeah, yeah, don't blow a gasket, I'm coming." She grabs the handrail and walk out with an attitude, I guess she hates taking orders. Once she's out, the door slams shut. Another six hours of alone time till they send Lynn back in for my dinner. I guess I should do squat thrusts until then. Who am I kidding, I'm going to space out trying to picture what kind of sweet and innocent girl suddenly goes from starting a family to having life shit on her face and strip every shred of dignity away from her. Fiona, I just hope the worst is behind her and I hope I can figure out why I even care this much.