Staying as still as she could Michelle watched as Denzy slowly sliced into her skin and winced as she deepened the cut as she got closer to the centre of both breasts. Blood rushed to the surface and seeped down onto her top that was now misshapen where Denzy had pulled it away to reveal her skin. Smirking at Michelle, Denzy passed the blade to Jessica and gave her the nod to have a go. Jessica chose a cheek. Taking grip of Michelle's top Jessica roughed her up slamming her back into the wall upon feeling her trying to resist. Jessica wasted no time and sliced deep into Michelle's cheek, drawing much more blood than Denzy had on her chest before Denzy took the blade and Jessica took a step to the side.
Feeling the cold wet blood now running down her cheek and dripping onto her chest from her chin Michelle now feared for her life. What were they actually intending to do to her? Were they going to slice her bit by bit until she just looked a bit of a mess or were they actually going to go as far as to do her a serious injury or even worse kill her? With wide eyes she watched, struggling to breathe as Denzy held her this time against the wall with her giant hand clapped over her mouth. She pushed her body weight against Michelle to pin her and keep her still and then she giggled before snapping at Jessica to get outside and stand guard. The tapping of Jessica's heels leaving the cell made it all more of a reality that Michelle was being left alone with an inmate who clearly was a complete psychopath. So much for taking them both down she thought as she felt Denzy tickling her with the blade as she moved it gently up and down Michelle's side. When she stopped Michelle tensed and prepared herself for what just might happen.
Louise as all the girls knew her was one of the nicest screws in the place. She was a good listener and sympathised with most of them. Of course like all well trained officers she knew how to stand her ground and be firm when required but through respecting the women found they were most co-operative and she rarely had to assert her authority. It was her turn to do the check of the wing and she had special instructions from the senior office to check in on Carla first and that if she was calm to return her to her own cell. Not sure what mood she would find Carla in, Louise made her the first point of call as instructed. She hadn't yet had many dealings with the new inmates but she had heard a lot about the Connor women that told her that she wasn't likely to find Carla in a calm mood at all. She was surprised when opening the hatch to see Carla slumped in the corner upon the bed. Assuming she just must be upset she unlocked the door and walked in.
Carla was leant against the back wall, her hair bedraggled and covering her face. Louise was not able to see if she was resting, sleeping or just sitting quietly with her eyes open so she gingerly spoke a 'hello' in greeting to make her presence known. It didn't get the prisoner's attention so she inched ever closer. She knew the dangers of approaching a prisoner alone but in confinement she saw no way Carla could harm her and if she went for her she was certain she could restrain her. It was as she actually got close enough that she realised Carla would be of no threat at all. She was conscious and groaned as Louise reached to peel her away from the wall but that was when she realised Carla had done herself and injury.
Blood was stained against the wall and had clotted mangling Carla's hair on the left side. It had covered her face and dripped down onto her clothing and Louise knew she needed to get help. Sitting Carla up and resting her gently back against the wall she quickly hurried to by the door and smacked the panic button for attention before returning to Carla. First aid trained and ready for any situation, Louise checked Carla's breathing and took a quick look at the wound to try and determine how she might have managed it as the on call paramedic arrived.
"Carla, Carla can you hear me?" He asked as he carried out further checks.
Giving an almost inaudible groan the paramedic took that as enough of a sign of life to be able to treat Carla on site but after he insisted she would need to spend a few nights on the medical wing. She had a nasty wound at the side of her head that he diagnosed as being a result of her thrashing about and hitting her head against a hard surface, most likely the wall. The more he cleaned up the more he could see the extent of the damage and Carla had done more than just damage the skin. Cleaning her up and getting the wound dressed he declared that Carla was ready to be moved to the hospital wing for further monitoring.
The blade was still strategically being held by Denzy against Michelle's side. She was petrified now of what would happen but was continuing to hold a brave face so that Denzy was not privy to her feelings. A glint in her eye told Michelle this attack was going to cause her some pain. She expected Denzy to stab there but then Denzy moved lower and slid her hand behind Michelle where she then stabbed in hard and fast without warning. Michelle gasped but her scream was silent, she couldn't breathe and she looked up at Denzy with watery eyes as she felt her twist the blade in her skin and then rip it across her skin right round to her stomach before pulling back. All Michelle could see in front of her now was Denzy's hand holding the blade and drenched in her blood.
Smirking at her and very pleased with her handy work Denzy watched as all blood drained from Michelle's face and made her as white as a sheet. She slid down the wall clutching at her side as Denzy just laughed at her, and then she left her alone.
Upon seeing Denzy exit the cell and speak to Jessica before they made their way back down to the lower level, Amy continued to watch up expectantly hoping Michelle would appear a few moments later. Even if she was battered and bruised at least she would know she was alive but she didn't. Amy felt a sick feeling in her stomach, she had a bad feeling that something was really wrong up there and unlike any feeling she had ever had before she chose to venture up to the top level to investigate. Sneaking about she kept glancing around to make sure she wasn't being watched but she was scared more for what she might find.
Reaching the third level she crept along the wall and slowly pushed back the door to the cell Denzy had abandoned Michelle in. Holding her breath she closed her eyes and took a moment before walking in. When she opened her eyes now standing in the doorway, Amy was horrified to see Michelle slumped awkwardly against the back wall, struggling for breath and sitting in her own blood as it dripped into a formed puddle on the floor. Shaking and turning pale at the sight of it all she turned and cupped her hand over mouth thinking she might be sick, but Michelle had been a good friend to her and she owed it to her to get her some help. Lurching forward she smacked the panic button but needed to breathe and just couldn't be confined with Michelle in that state. Mumbling she was sorry she hurried outside and pressed her back flat against the wall taking deep breaths and suddenly burst into tears as she watched the commotion develop downstairs as two screws hurried through the wing and up to where the call was coming from.