If Allie thought that things between Kaz and Bea couldn't be worse, she was wrong. It got worse every day. That is how she found herself here. Leaning against the wall in the kitchen listening to soft whisper between Kaz and Tina.

- Listen to me Mercado, your crew, and my crew. We can take her down together.

Yes, that is Kaz's new brilliant idea. Taking Bea Smith down. She tried turning the women against her first, but that plan failed. Allie smirked. It was fun to watch how Kaz tried just to be laughed at. Eighty percent of the women really like Bea and the rest respected her and wants her to be the top dog. Wentworth is a good place with Bea Smith in charge. Of course, that is not good enough for Kaz. Hence her brilliant idea about taking her down.

- You don't know shit about this place. – the Asian woman said.- It is not so easy.

- It is exactly this easy! We corner her and send her to medical, then we send her friends after her one by one and... - Tina laughed and shook her head. – We can pull it off! – The older woman exclaimed fiercely.

- No, that is not a good idea for a lot of reasons.

Tina replied and that was her last word on this matter, she continued chopping the veggies for the lunch. Kaz cursed under her nose and angrily walked away with Allie right behind her. She could barely contain her smile, it looks like the big plan is out of the window.

But it wasn't. Leave it at Kaz and her smartass brain to come up with an even better idea. Taking Bea down alone. As the former Red Right Hand against the top dog herself. Sitting on her bed Allie's eyes went wide listening to this crazy plan. Kaz must have lost her mind. She wanted to corner Bea, beat her up and then do the same with Maxine. This time she decided to leave the rest of her crew alone. Just Bea and Maxine. „Well right." Allie thought. „This will end in disaster." And it did. After very short and lousy planning they cornered Bea in the hallway leading out from the basement.

Credit given to Kaz, she stood right in front of her, facing her without fear. Rest of her crew circled around, except for Allie who tried to stay back. At least as far as she could without being too suspicious. It didn't take too long. Kaz was down with one direct hit to her face. Mel followed and then the others. Nobody stood up. They rather stayed on the ground and watched Bea Smith kicking Kaz into her ribs for the last time.

- What the fuck is wrong with you? – Bea growled down at her. – What is your issue? I told you to stay away from my girls and me. – With that, she lifted her head and her eyes landed on Allie. The young woman was standing near the wall, not moving at all. Bea made few steps closer. Allie's chest was heaving with shallow breaths never looking away from those gorgeous brown eyes. Yeah, she still found them gorgeous, even now, when the possibility of getting beaten up was higher with every step Bea made. Allie felt the warmth radiating from the older woman as she stood in front of her and she embraced herself for the impact. It never came.

- Help them to medical. – Bea said and walked away, leaving the shocked and confused Allie and her crew alone.

That night Allie couldn't sleep. She felt an urge to cry, she was upset and felt like there is no coming out from this . Bea Smith hates her, she surely does. She was there, with her crew, ambushing her while she was walking without suspicion to the basement for supplies. Her everyday routine was interrupted by a bunch of crazy women going after her, trying to take her down and take her place. Allie remembered the look in her eyes as she approached her. A lot of emotions were swimming in there, but one stood out. Sadness.

The day when Kaz was released from the medical was a really event full for Allie. Proctor was released at eleven in the morning and at three they – the whole Red Right Hand – was forced into the laundry room. Allie was pushed inside by some bitch from H3, yeah – everyone was there – the room was packed. Allie looked around the room, women were cramped inside, everyone scattered mostly along the walls. Trying to keep their distance while still being able to see. Yeah, to see. Allie's eyes landed on the steam machine and she knew what they want to see. Bea nodded and suddenly the door was blocked and the cameras turned away.

- You all know why we are here, I think there is no need to waste time. – She lifted the press. – Kaz first.

Maxine and Boomer pushed and dragged Kaz next to the steam press. Bea lifted it up and the two struggled to grab Proctor's hands. She tried to fight back, but it was very light hearted. Everyone knew there is no coming back from this. After a short struggle, her hands landed on the press and she turned her head away. Bea looked over the crowd as she pulled the machine down. The silence in the laundry room was instantly filled with a loud scream. Bea doesn't even look at Kaz when she stumbled away. Boomer pushed her out of the way. The women stepped out of her way, nobody hurried to help her. They just let her slump down against the wall. Mel was next. Bea told them, just one hand - for the crew.

Allie felt like paralyzed. She knew they deserve the punishment. She knew she should be afraid or angry. But all she could do was staring at the woman slowly pulling the steam press down one more time. Their eyes locked and Allie smiled a little. It was short-lived, though because in that instant Maxine yanked her by her elbow. Allie didn't fight it, she walked to Bea and placed her hand on the press. She lifted her eyes and fixed them on the top dog.

Yes, she knew it was creepy, but whatever. She saw as Bea clenched her jaw and the press moved down. Ok, now she has, to be honest here. The pain jolting through her body and numbing her arm, yanked her out of her lovestruck haze. It hurt like a son of a bitch. With that, the show was over and everyone left while The Red Right Hand made it to the medical without any other incidents. Some comments could be heard as: „they are stupid" ..."why would they do that to Bea"..."she should have put Proctor's head in there" and „ she should have been more strict". But that was all.

Next day Allie was lying on her bed looking at the ceiling and trying to remember Bea's eyes as she pulled the steam press on her hand. Yes, it is pathetic. Allie was well aware of that, but she couldn't help it. Nobody ever had this effect on her. The top dog was on her mind all the time, first, it was amusing, but now actually it started to be annoying. Allie was sure that Bea Smith hates her and it has nothing to do with her burned hand. It is about their stupid move. It is about Kaz's constant complaining and trouble making. As on cue the door opened and Kaz walked in closing it and plopping next to Allie.

- I have an idea.

- Kaz no...- Allie whined and sat up.

- I talked to Jake. He said he will help us to get Smith locked up in the slot for a month. – Allie rolled her eyes, what the hell, geez. – If she is in the slot I will have time to get the women on my side. – Allie barely contained her laugh. That won't happen – ever.

- Why would he help us? – Allie asked carefully cradling her injured hand.

Kaz looked at her.

- You know he has the hots for you. He said he will do that if you blow him. – Kaz shrugged.

- Hell no, Kaz!

- No big deal kiddo, you used to do that for a living. Come on!

- Are you kidding!

- You have to do it, we need it.

Allie felt all oxygen leaving her lungs. „No, no, no…"- she thought, her healthy hand clenching around the pillow.

- Kaz please, don't make me do it.

- It's a done deal. He has night shift the day after tomorrow.

Allie leant back against the wall, her head connecting with it with a loud thud. Well, this is getting worse by each day and hour. She watched as the door closed behind Kaz and then let her tears fall.