Chapter One

Disclaimer. I don't own the characters associated with Scooby Doo.

Warning. This is rated M and contains sexual themes and drug use.

As the Warden sat in his office and watched an online trailer about his favorite inmate, Daphne Blake, he felt himself getting hard as he got off being in control of her life. "The Mystery Inc. Murderess" is the title card that reads on the screen. Then, it cut to a blonde journalist in her late twenties.

"Daphne Blake was one of the most popular members of Mystery Inc," the journalist said. "A group of young men, women and a talking dog that went out of their way to solve mysteries when others wouldn't. Mystery Inc. was formed when they were teenagers eight years ago, and Fred, Velma, Shaggy and even Scooby Doo didn't know Daphne had an evil heart and a psychotic mind,"

The trailer cut to a photo of an older man in his early fifties.

"This was Robert Ballard," the journalist narrated over the photo. "A loving grandfather that took his young grandson to a convention to meet the members of Mystery Inc., but he said the wrong thing to the wrong member,"

The trailer cut to clips of Daphne in low-cut shirts, showing plenty of cleavage. Then, a photo of her in a bikini for a charity calendar and her nipples are evident.

"He told Daphne that he thought the amount of cleavage she was showing for interviews was obscene, and he was especially offended by her photo in a limited-edition charity calendar," the journalist narrated over the clips and photos. "Someone waiting in line recorded the incident.

The trailer cuts to a video of someone recording Daphne as Robert standing before her with his eight-year-old grandson with red hair standing next to him.

"The way you present yourself makes you look like a common whore," Robert said. "Don't you know how young your fans are?"

Daphne pushed her chair back and stood up quickly.

"I'm not a whore!" Daphne shouted, hurt and offended. "How dare you call me that!"

The trailer cut to a photo of Robert and is covered with a sheet. Blood seeped through the sheet.

"And that's what led to his murder," the journalist narrated over the photo. "Committed by Daphne Blake, the Mystery Inc. Murderess!"

The Warden had watched this trailer several times, which never failed to make him laugh. Then he calmed down and picked up Daphne's signature green scarf on his desk. He sniffed it thoroughly and he felt himself getting hard again as he loved her smell. Then he pulled down his fly as he looked at a fake photo of Daphne on his desk as she had her breasts exposed and wearing her green scarf around her neck.

"One day you'll be mine, bitch!" he said, breathlessly, as he gripped himself tightly. "You just wait and see!"

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It was six months since the judge passed a sentence on Daphne Blake for a crime she didn't commit, and she was now incarcerated in Coolsville Prison under inmate number #47508205. She was told that her case was solid and that she would be found innocent of murder, but every piece of evidence against her had been fabricated, and there was nothing her lawyer could do about it. Fred and the rest of Mystery Inc. promised her that they would do everything to clear her name and get her released, but so far, that didn't happen.

The only thing that kept her sane was Fred's monthly visits, but they were allowed to have one special visit every three months. They would only have forty hours together, and Daphne couldn't see how that was fair. She was being led to a private room for a conjugal visit. Daphne practically wanted to run to meet him, but that could always be misinterpreted as an escape attempt. So, all she could do was follow the guard to the private room where Fred eagerly awaited her. But Fred looked sad, which Daphne didn't want to deal with, but she had to know what was on his mind.

"Do you have any news that will clear my name and get me released?" Daphne asked quickly.

"I'm sorry, Daphne," Fred said. "I have nothing new to tell you, but we're trying our best,"

Both of them could hear the guard laughing outside, but that was nothing new as they had listened to the guard laugh about her case before and decided to ignore it. Once the guard closed the door behind them, Daphne ran closer to Fred, kissed him passionately and started to undress him, starting with his orange ascot. Fred followed suit and took off her prison uniform. He wished he could remove her signature green scarf, but it wasn't available. It wasn't long until both of them were naked. Fred kissed her neck and massaged her breasts. Daphne reached down and stroked his cock. It always seemed harder than she remembered it with every visit.

"I want to be on top today," Daphne said breathlessly.

"Okay," Fred breathlessly agreed.

Fred quickly put on a condom and laid on his back. Then Daphne climbed on top of him, and Fred penetrated her.

"Uhhhhhhhh!" Daphne groaned appreciatively at the sensation.

Fred began to thrust, and Daphne thrust in time with him. More than anything, Daphne wished she was in the back of the Mystery Machine with Fred. Just knowing their van was rocking when they had sex in the past made it sexier for Daphne, but it wasn't sexy today. She was in prison, and there was nothing she could do about it. All she had were monthly visits with Fred to know he still loved her no matter what life threw at them. Daphne thrust even more aggressively as she knew every moment had to count. Fred felt the same way, and he increased his speed.

"Jeepers!" Daphne shouted when she climaxed.

"God!" Fred shouted when he climaxed at the same time.

She collapsed happily on top of him, but their happiness would only last so long.

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Later that night, Daphne was grateful their room had a shower, but it wasn't for the physical pleasure they were thankful for. They both knew their visits were being recorded and had no privacy. Their love was for the Warden to see if he chose to look at it or anyone else for review or their sick pleasure, as Daphne suspected the recordings would be used for. They washed each other thoroughly, and they hoped the sound of the shower spray would be enough to give them some privacy, but deep down, they both knew this wasn't true.

"I don't understand how the evidence against me can't be disproven," Daphne said, trying to hold back her tears. "Everything they had was false, and yet the jury ate it up. Why?"

Fred had heard this from Daphne so many times that he had lost count, but he also had this conversation with Velma and Shaggy. They had lost count, too.

"I know," Fred admitted.

"I never sent him any messages," Daphne continued. "My accounts were hacked. Why couldn't we prove that?"

As he didn't have an answer, he hugged her tightly, and she hugged him back. Then the tears came.

"We were supposed to be married four months ago!" Daphne cried. "Why am I here? I didn't kill him! Why am I here?"

Fred didn't say a word as he knew nothing he could say would make Daphne feel better. His silence terrified Daphne.

"You don't think I did it, do you?" she asked desperately.

"No, of course, I don't," Fred said. "I've known you since high school, and I know there's no way you could ever hurt anyone, let alone kill them. Whoever set you up is going to fry in Hell! You can count on that!"

There was a little comfort in his words, but that was not what she needed to hear.

"Fred, please promise that you won't give up on me, you'll clear my name, and we'll get married like we were supposed to," she said.

"I promise," he replied immediately.

Fred hoped it was a promise he could keep as they continued to hold each other. Daphne felt the same way, and she couldn't stop crying.

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Time was cruel for Daphne as it flew by quickly, and Fred was gone. She was back with the population in the prison yard, and she just wanted to scream. She kept to herself until a guard she knew well walked up to her, and his name was Charlie. He was a creep in his early thirties with brown hair and blue eyes.

"The warden wants to see you," Charlie said.

Daphne knew precisely what it meant, and she felt sick.

"Fine," she said, trying to hide her fear.

Charlie knew she was scared, and he smiled because he knew she could never fool him.

"Then follow me, bitch," he said, chuckling.

Daphne did her best to ignore Charlie's chuckling and followed him to the Warden's office. The door was closed, and Charlie knocked on it.

"Who is it?" the Warden asked from the other side of the door.

"I'm here with your favorite bitch," Charlie said.

"Come in," the Warden said.

Charlie opened the door, and Daphne walked in. The Warden, a man in his early forties with grey hair, was holding a glass of water in his right hand and a pill in his left. She didn't like the look of this and Charlie closed the door behind them.

"I want you to take this," the Warden said.

"Why?" Daphne asked, concerned. "What is it?"

"It's a morning-after pill," the Warden impatiently explained. "I don't want you getting pregnant while you're here,"

Daphne felt sick about the situation and didn't want to face it.

"No, I don't want to take it," she said.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU HAVE A CHOICE?" the Warden yelled furiously.

She began to shake.

"F-F-Fred wore condoms," she said, scared. "Why do I need to take it?"

The Warden walked closer to her, and she felt threatened.

"Do as you're told, or there will be consequences," he said. "You're in enough trouble as it is,"

She quickly took the pill off the Warden and put it in her mouth. Then she took the glass of water and drank it along with the pill,"

"Lift your tongue," the Warden said.

Daphne lifted her tongue, and he was satisfied that the pill wasn't there. She closed her mouth, and the Warden put his right hand on her face to cup her cheeks.

"Good girl," he said. "Now get in the position you know I love so much,"

The Warden let go of her face, and Daphne walked to the left side of his desk. It had been left bare, and she pulled down her pants and underwear. She then leaned over the desk with her arms stretched out in front of her. The Warden loved playing this game with her. Ever since she arrived, he wanted her to know who was in control. Daphne had tried to resist at first, but when the guards pointed their guns at her, and the Warden threatened the lives of the people she loved the most, Daphne knew she had no choice but to play his game, but he hadn't forced himself on her.

For the Warden, the game he had in mind for Daphne was specific. The Warden wanted her only to be familiar with his touch. In his opinion, if his touch were the only touch that she knew, then she would agree eventually to have sex with him. He walked behind Daphne and rubbed her left and right calves. Then he gently stroked her left inner thigh and then her right inner thigh. Daphne shivered at his touch as it wasn't his hands; she wanted to touch her. Then he rubbed her left butt cheek and then her right butt cheek. She could hear him breathing heavily as he got off on touching her.

Then he raised her shirt and rubbed his hands on her back. He put his right forefinger and middle finger under her bra strap and lifted it a little, but he didn't unclasp it. Every time he did that, Daphne's heart raced with fear, but he removed his fingers from her bra and moved them to her stomach. She raised herself a little so he could massage her belly, and then he moved his fingers to the front of her bra on its edge. Daphne gasped every time, and the Warden loved it every time he heard her gasp because he loved teasing her about her breasts as she wore a size e bra, and she was sensitive about the size of her breasts.

The only man Daphne was comfortable with when it came to her breasts was Fred, and the Warden hated him for that. Then the Warden moved his hands down to her ass, and his mood became severe.

"You have a beautiful ass, and I don't like anyone else touching it," he whispered. "Is that understood?"

"Yes," she whispered back.

Then the Warden slapped the left butt cheek hard and then the right butt cheek hard. The Warden had never done that before, and Daphne feared it.

"Put your clothes back on," he said impatiently as he walked away from her.

Daphne straightened herself up and pulled up her underwear and pants. The Warden walked closer to her and stroked her hair slowly.

"Does Fred love your hair?" he asked.

"Yes, and I love his hair, too," she replied without thinking.

The Warden glared at her, and he stopped stroking her hair.

"I thought I had made it perfectly clear that I didn't want you to accept any more visits from him," the Warden said. "Especially conjugal visits, but you wouldn't listen to my order, would you?"

As scared as she was, Daphne didn't say anything as she didn't want to answer his question. The Warden didn't appreciate her silence and would make her pay for it.

"I gave you every opportunity to contact Fred and cancel his last visit, but you wouldn't do that, would you?" he asked. "You just had to defy me. Well, you're going to be punished for that because I don't want anyone to think that they can fuck with me! Guard!"

Charlie opened the door and walked back in quickly.

"Yes, sir?" Charlie asked.

The Warden stroked Daphne's hair again and then looked back at Charlie.

"Take this bitch to the barber to shave her head and then put her in solitary," the Warden said. "A month should be enough,"

Daphne's eyes widened with fear as the Warden stopped stroking Daphne's hair, and Charlie smiled. Going into solitary and away from contact with Fred broke her heart, and she didn't want her head shaved. She had seen other inmates with their heads shaved, but she didn't think she would be one of them.

"Yes, sir," Charlie said.

"No!" Daphne said, scared. "Please, I won't see Fred again!"

"It's too late for that," the Warden said to her before he turned his attention back to Charlie. "Get this lying slut out of my sight!"

"Yes, sir!" he replied, grabbing Daphne's right arm.

He forced her out of the office, and the Warden closed the door behind them.

"You know, you really shouldn't have disrespected the warden like that," he said. "You've only got yourself to blame for this,"

"Go to Hell!" Daphne said as she tried to hold back her tears.

Charlie ignored her, and she followed him downstairs to the prison barber. The room was dank and had a barber chair in front of mirrors. There were three other guards with shotguns. The barber was a man in his early thirties, and he was holding an electric razor in his right hand.

"Don't think for one second you're going to get out of this," the barber said. "It's a direct order from the warden for fucking with the wrong man,"

Then the tears flowed from Daphne's eyes. The guards laughed, but the barber didn't have any sympathy for her at all.

"That's not going to work," the barber said. "Now, take a seat. You're not going anywhere,"

Daphne couldn't move a step, and that angered the barber. So, he walked in front of her, grabbed her left arm and pulled her forward.

"I said take a seat!" he shouted.

Daphne sat down and continued to cry.

"Please!" she managed to say as she heard the barber turn on the razor and heard the buzzing.

Hearing the noise the razor made terrified her. The barber said nothing as he placed the razor above her eyes and began to shave her head. Daphne screamed, and the guards grabbed her. They forced her to sit forward.

"Thanks," the barber said as he continued to shave her head.

As Daphne looked at the floor and saw her hair falling on it, she felt beyond helpless. As clumps fell on the floor, she was heartbroken that she had taken her hair for granted. The guards cheered as they watched her become bald, and they videoed it on their phones. The barber took his time as she wanted Daphne to suffer for what she had done to the Warden, as he respected him greatly.

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It was an hour when Daphne was escorted to the solitary confinement cells. She hadn't been placed in solitary confinement before. She had heard plenty of horror stories from other inmates. The way they described it, just one hour was enough to cause you to have a nervous breakdown. As she followed Charlie, she could only look at the floor until she heard the voice of a female guard.

"Hey!" the female guard said sharply.

Daphne looked up at her, shocked as the guard reached forward with her right hand and ran her hand over Daphne's scalp. The guard was a woman in her early forties with dyed blonde hair. Daphne read her nametag and saw that her name was Mallory.

"Nice cut, girl," Mallory said. "It suits you,"

Mallory and Charlie laughed. Daphne's lip quivered, and Mallory knew what that meant. She wasn't in the mood for tears.

"Okay, don't start," Mallory said. "Let's take a look at your home for the next month,"

Mallory opened the door to the cell, and the only thing lighting it was the light from the hallway where they were standing. Daphne couldn't move, so Mallory grabbed her and shoved her inside. In the cell was a bed on the left side of the room and a toilet on the right side of the room. There was toilet paper near the toilet.

"So, you can see where everything is," Mallory said. "And you be given three meals a day through the slit in the bottom of the door. Now, bother to beg us to let you out because that's not in the cards for you,"

Daphne shook where she stood, and Mallory wasn't in the mood.

"Just tell me one thing," Mallory said. "Was fucking with the Warden worth it? Why did you do it?"

Daphne couldn't speak, and Mallory was sick of her silence.

"ANSWER ME, BITCH!" Mallory yelled. "WHY DID YOU IT?"

"I-I-I'm in love with Fred," Daphne replied, scared without thinking.

"Well, you should forget about him because you're here for as long as the Warden and the state sees fit,"

"But I'm an innocent woman. I don't belong in here,"

Mallory and Charlie cracked up laughing, and Daphne began to cry again. Seeing her cry caused Mallory to remember something.

"By the way, you should take this," Mallory said.

She took out a pill from her front left pants pocket with her left hand and her water bottle from her right pants pocket with her right hand. Daphne looked at the pill, suspicious of its intention.

"W-W-What's it for?" she asked.

"It's to help you cope with the dark, princess," Mallory replied.

Daphne just looked at the pill, and Mallory didn't like that one bit.

"You better take it, bitch," Mallory threatened. "Because you'll be in there for two months if you don't,"

The idea of being in solitary confinement was terrifying. So, Daphne put the pill in her mouth and drank from the water bottle.

"Lift your tongue," Mallory said.

Daphne lifted her tongue, and Mallory was satisfied that she had taken the pill as it wasn't under her tongue.

"Good girl," Mallory said. "Welcome to hell, bitch,"

Mallory and Charlie walked out quickly and closed the door behind them. Once the door was closed, Daphne was in complete darkness. She couldn't see in front of her or behind her. It was like being dead. She screamed in uncontrollable terror. Outside her cell door, Mallory was being paid twenty dollars, and they made a bet on how long it would take Daphne to crack. Mallory had guessed less than a minute. Charlie had guessed less than five minutes.

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It was less than an hour when the pill Daphne had taken began to take effect. What she didn't know was that the pill she took was laced with a high dosage of LSD, and she was now hallucinating. She wasn't bald, and her hair was long and nice. She was walking through a field during a fall moon and wasn't wearing modern clothes. She was wearing a purple blouse and a green dress. It was a night in the 1880s, and Fred approached her wearing a white shirt and brown pants but no orange ascot.

"Daphne, my love!" he shouted.

My love? Fred had never been so formal.

"Freddie!" she shouted back as she ran towards him.

Daphne kissed him passionately as soon as she was in front of him. He returned the kiss, but then he broke it.

"Please don't call me Freddie," Fred said. "I prefer Frederick,"

As it was clearly in another time, Daphne couldn't believe how formal he was, but she decided to play along.

"Okay, my love," she said. "Frederick,"

Fred smiled, and they went back to kissing. Then Daphne broke the kiss.

"Frederick, my love," she said. "Can we go to your house so we can be intimate?"

Fred looked unsure, and Daphne didn't like that as she just wanted to have sex with the man she loved.

"My neighbors might hear us, which will ruin my standing in the town," Fred said. "But we can go into my stables like we have before,"

Daphne hated that idea but didn't want Fred to know that.

"That sounds perfect, my love," she said.

Fred started to run away, and Daphne followed him to the stables. There were cows inside and a stack of hay at the end. Fred kissed her, and they began to undress. It wasn't long until they were naked, and Daphne lay on her back. Fred climbed on top and penetrated her slowly.

"Uhhhhhhh!" Daphne moaned.

Fred began to thrust slowly, and Daphne matched his thrusts. Then, they began to increase their speeds.

"Daphne," Fred said quickly. "Will you have my child?"

"Yes!" Daphne replied breathlessly.

Neither of them took notice of how long they were taking. Daphne just wanted the man she loved inside her, and she was getting more than that. She was getting the old passion from him that she used to get before she was framed for murder. Fred climaxed first.

"God!" he shouted.

Then Daphne climaxed.

"Jeepers!" she shouted.

Fred collapsed on top of her, and Daphne loved how he felt.

"I love you, Daphne, and I want you to marry me," he said.

"You bet I'll marry you," she replied.

Fred climbed off her and lay next to her. He stroked her hair with his right hand and massaged her left breast with his left hand. They were perfectly happy until they realized they weren't alone. A crowd of townspeople had run up to them with pitchforks and rope. Among them were Shaggy and Velma.

"Grab the witch!" Shaggy shouted.

The townspeople grabbed Daphne and lifted her to his feet while the others held Fred down to prevent him from helping her. They dragged her outside and into the field.

"Witch!" the townspeople chanted. "Witch! Witch!"

"Please!" Daphne begged. "I'm not a witch!"

"Oh, yes, you are!" Velma shouted. "You've been whoring your way through many towns, beguiling men far and wide! Well, you're not going to beguile Frederick!"

"Please, don't do this!" Daphne begged. "I haven't done anything wrong!"

Velma didn't believe that for one second and spat in Daphne's face. Feeling the spit on her face made Daphne cry, and they continued to drag her through the field. It didn't take long to see where they were dragging her to. A stake had been erected with firewood surrounding it. Daphne was tied to the stake efficiently as they had burned other women before.

"Please don't burn me!" she pleaded helplessly. "I'm not a witch!"

Then, a man approached her carrying a lit torch, and Daphne recognized him immediately. It was Robert Ballard. The man Daphne had been framed for murder.

"Please don't do this!" Daphne cried. "I swear I'm not the one that murdered you! Please don't burn me!"

Robert didn't say a word. He simply smiled and lit the firewood beneath her feet. It didn't long for the fire to burn and to reach Daphne. When that happened, Daphne screamed in agony. In reality, Mallory listened to Daphne screaming inside her cell and couldn't help but laugh.

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Later that evening, Mallory had dinner with the Warden in his office. It was the usual cheeseburgers and fries they had on Friday nights. The Warden sat behind his desk while Mallory ate opposite him.

"So, sis," the Warden said. "Did she hallucinate today?"

Mallory smiled with her mouth full.

"You bet, bro," Mallory replied. "The acid I gave her worked like a charm, and you should have heard the crap she was saying. 'Frederick, my life," It was hilarious!"

Mallory thought her brother would laugh at that story, but he didn't. He looked furious, and that concerned her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked. "Didn't you find that funny?"

"Of course, it's not funny!" he replied. "Even under an acid trip, she's still thinking about Fred!"

Mallory finished eating and swallowed. The Warden wasn't in the mood for eating anymore.

"I've seen you treat other inmates like crap before, but why is this one so important to you?" she asked. "I don't see anything special about her,"

"Well, she's special to me, and she's going to be mine!" he replied.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she didn't want to anger her brother out of fear he could get her incarcerated in the prison herself.

"So, what have you got in mind next for her after she's been in solitary for a month?" she asked.

"I'm going to see to it that her credibility is destroyed if she keeps getting her friends to look into her case," The Warden explained. "The acid trip she had today was nothing. I have something better in mind when she's finished in solitary,"

"And what's that?" she asked.

"You'll see," he said, smiling. "I don't want to ruin the surprise,"

Mallory had seen that smile before, and she always loved it when her brother was confident. However, she had something on her mind.

"And what about her friends?" she asked. "How will you keep them away for a month while she's in solitary?"

"They'll be heading to Scotland soon to solve a big mystery that only Mystery Inc. can solve, and it will take a hell of a long time to do. Two months at the least."

Mallory smiled at his brother's ingenuity, and she couldn't wait for the plan against Daphne to unfold.