The Warden believed he could do without Daphne as she faced her punishment in solitary, but the truth was he missed seeing her body and touching it. Then, the solution came to him. Washing her body in her cell. So, every week, he would go down to the solitary confinement cells to visit her. As he approached Daphne's cell, Mallory waited outside with a bucket of water, soap and a sponge.
"Is the bucket nice and full?" he asked.
"You bet it is, and she's waiting for you," Mallory replied.
"Then let me in," he said, picking up the bucket, soap and sponge.
Mallory opened the door, and Daphne stood as far away from the door as she could. The Warden was grateful that she was naked, but he didn't like where she was standing. Mallory closed the door behind them, and they were in complete darkness.
"Come closer," the Warden said. "Otherwise, it'll be two months in solitary for you,"
Daphne walked closer, breathing heavily and with fear. The Warden loved that sound.
"Good girl," he said as he reached forward and stroked her head. "It's good to feel that your hair is growing back nicely,"
Daphne didn't say anything; she just wanted him to get on with it and leave. The Warden reached down, and she heard every tiny and soft splash when he dunked the sponge in the bucket and lathered it with soap. She heard that splash for every step of his sick ritual. Then, the first step was when she felt him washing her feet. She panted with fear, and the Warden smiled.
Splash!
He washed her legs slowly, especially her inner thighs.
Splash!
He washed her belly slowly.
Splash!
He washed her back slowly.
Splash!
He washed her shoulders slowly.
Splash!
He washed her ass slowly.
Splash!
He washed her face and hair slowly. Daphne closed her eyes when he did that. Then came the part of her bathing ritual, which she dreaded.
Splash!
He washed her vagina with his face close to hers. She could feel his breath on her face as he was getting off on what he was doing to her. Once he was finished with her vagina, she wanted to scream, but she knew that she couldn't, and the final part of the ritual was coming.
Splash!
The Warden washed her breasts very slowly and didn't use the sponge. He used his hands, and Daphne panted twice as fast as before.
"I really don't understand why you're so shy when it comes to your tits," the Warden said. "I've seen how you're drawn in comic books and cartoons; they're always smaller than they really are. Why do you allow them to be depicted that way? Your tits are something to be proud of,"
Daphne didn't say a word. She couldn't because she was so scared. The Warden laughed as he loved how frightened she was. Then he stopped washing her breasts.
"In case you didn't know, this is your last night in solitary before you get released in the morning," he explained. "And we're going to do something different. Sit down on your bed,"
Daphne didn't like where this was going but knew she had to do what she was told. So, she sat on the bed and was still breathing heavily. The Warden loved that as he sat in front of her.
"Good girl," he said.
The Warden reached for her left foot and brought it to his mouth. Daphne had no idea what he was doing until he began to suck her big toe.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.
She was horrified by the sensation, not only because of how it felt but because of what it would mean to the Warden. Daphne had to play along because she had no other choice in the matter. He was pleased with her compliance as he continued to suck her other toes. Once finished, he said something he had been dying to say for over half a year.
"You know for a fact that there's something between us," the Warden said breathlessly. "So, stop pretending that there isn't,"
Daphne didn't say anything because she had no idea what to say. The Warden misinterpreted her silence, and he grabbed her face tight.
"I won't forget this," he said threateningly.
He let go of her face, walked to the door and knocked on it to let him out. The door was opened a moment later, and the Warden walked out. Mallory closed the door quickly as she was frantic that Daphne might try to run out, but that never happened. Once the door was closed, she collapsed on her bed crying as she was inconsolable by the way the Warden could make her feel like less than nothing.
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She couldn't have been more relieved when Daphne was let out of her cell and into the morning light. After a month of being in a situation like death, seeing the Sun again after a month of darkness felt like being reborn, but it didn't change the fact that she was in Hell. She was escorted into the showers, and she washed herself thoroughly. Afterwards, she returned to her cell, where a package awaited her. With the Warden's restrictions she wasn't allowed access to the internet unless he was there to supervise what she searched and she could only receive physical letters and not emails. The package was from Fred. Daphne was confused by the sight of it because the Warden wouldn't let her have anything from him. When she opened the envelope, which was most likely already read by the Warden, Daphne understood perfectly when she read the letter, saw the photos and souvenir postcards. All of them broke her heart.
"Dear Daphne," the letter read. "I tried to contact you before we all left for Scotland, but I was informed that you had laryngitis and couldn't come to the phone. We were contacted for a big mystery that we couldn't turn down. We should be back in two months,"
As Daphne did the obvious calculation, she had one month until she would see Fred again, and she wondered if seeing him again would be worth the risk after having her head shaved a month in solitary. But she continued reading the letter.
"We've had unexpected help in this mystery from a fellow American. Her name is Stephanie, and she's backpacking through Europe. She's been able to help us in ways that we couldn't imagine. She's nowhere near as amazing as you though, and we all wish you were here. We took some photos that I've included in this package. The people of the village here in Scotland have been amazing to all of us, and they've named Mystery Inc. on a day on the calendar."
Daphne looked at the photos and saw Fred, Shaggy, Velma, and Scooby-Doo standing with Stephanie, a woman in her twenties with blonde hair like Fred's on Tolsta Beach. Fred and Shaggy wore only shorts, while Velma and Stephanie wore bikinis. Seeing Stephanie standing beside Fred for the group photo with her hand on his chest broke Daphne's heart. Pangs of jealousy couldn't be avoided, and Daphne tore the picture up immediately.
"He's mine, bitch!" Daphne shouted. "Fred's mine! Stay away from him!"
As angry as she was, she continued reading the letter.
"When we return to the States, our Lawyer and I will see you to discuss reopening the case and looking at the evidence. Please hold on. I love you, Fred."
As Daphne finished reading the letter, she doubted if she would ever leave the prison as she couldn't believe in Fred's naivety anymore. In her heart, her days with Mystery Inc. were over.
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Despite being in a prison full of inmates, Daphne didn't have a single friend she could talk to, which was what the Warden was doing. He didn't want any of the inmates talking to her, and the inmates knew that the Warden and his guards weren't people to fuck with. Daphne had a cell to herself, and whenever she ate in the mess hall and showered, she was always alone. The Warden wanted Daphne to feel isolated, making her break easier so she would eventually become his. The only people who talked to Daphne were the guards, to make her feel more alone than she could ever feel was possible. As Charlie approached her, Daphne wondered if he was her friend despite how he treated her.
"The Warden is going to see you tomorrow," Charlie said. "He wants you to get some Sun before he sees you again,"
Daphne didn't say anything, which was good enough for him as he didn't want to talk to her. As he turned around to walk away, something came to her mind.
"Charlie," Daphne said. "There's something I really need to know,"
"Whatever you need to know, you can discuss with the Warden, and besides, you know I'm wired to record this conversation, so anything you say will be heard by him later,"
"I know that, but I just want to know why he is obsessed with me," she replied. "He could have any inmate in here. Why am I so special to him?"
Charlie didn't say anything momentarily as he couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"Jesus," he said. "You really haven't figured it out, have you?"
"Figured what out?" she asked, frustrated.
"He's wanted you long before you came here, and there's no way in Hell anyone is going to replace you,"
Charlie walked away, and Daphne stood there shaking. When she formed Mystery Inc. with Fred, Shaggy, Velma, and Scooby years ago, she believed they would only have some fame while they had fun solving mysteries. Daphne never thought for one second she would become the target of a psycho.
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Charlie brought Daphne in to see the Warden. He knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" the Warden asked.
"I'm here with your favorite bitch," Charlie replied.
The Warden opened the door instantly, holding a wig of red hair in his right hand.
"Thank you," the Warden said as Daphne walked in.
Charlie closed the door behind them.
"I bet you're wondering about the wig," The Warden said.
"Yes," Daphne admitted.
"After I had your head shaved, I had your hair made into this wig. Put it on, and you will wear it until your hair grows out again,"
That was the last thing she wanted to do, but she knew she had no choice. He handed it to her, and she put it on. He couldn't help but smile.
"You look so beautiful now," he said as he walked closer to her.
He wrapped his arms around her, and Daphne hugged him back but strictly out of fear. Then he stopped hugging her, and she let go of him immediately.
"Now get in the position you know I love so much," he said.
She turned around, walked to the Warden's desk, and pulled down her pants and underwear. She leaned over the desk and stretched her arms in front of her. The Warden walked behind and began his usual routine of feeling her up. As he got to her breasts, he did something different. He moved his mouth towards her face.
"You're going to be doing something very different today," he whispered. "Something important,"
Daphne assumed the Warden was going to rape her and began to panic.
"Please, no!" she said quickly. "Please don't hurt me!"
The Warden moved his away from her body and straightened himself up.
"Stand up and put your clothes back on," he said.
That was the last thing she was expecting him to say, and she did what she was told but knew something was wrong.
"Did you notice I have two desks in my office today?" he asked.
Daphne looked at the second desk and saw ten lines of white powder and a small plastic straw, which she found very confusing.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Guards!" the Warden shouted.
Charlie opened the door and walked in with two other guards. The three of them were holding shotguns. Once Daphne saw the shotguns, she began to shake.
"Naturally, I opened the package from Fred and read the letter," the Warden explained. "I know that he's coming here with a lawyer, so I'm making sure you're going to be prepared for it in the way I want you to be,"
"W-W-What are you talking about?" Daphne asked, afraid.
Charlie and the guards laughed while the Warden remained serious and pointed at the powder on his desk.
"In case you haven't figured it out, that's cocaine, and you're going to snort every line of it," he said.
"What?" Daphne asked, shocked.
Charlie and the guards raised their shotguns and pointed them right at her.
"It's really simple," the Warden said. "You're going to do those lines of cocaine because if you don't, you're dead, Fred's dead and your other family and friends will be dead, and that's not all. You're going to come in here three times a week to do cocaine. I need Fred and your Lawyer to see a new side of you,"
Daphne couldn't believe how far the Warden was going to ruin her life, and she began to cry uncontrollably.
"Oh, my God!" she cried.
"Stop whining and do it," the Warden said.
Daphne could barely move, and then the Warden thought of something. He reached into his right front pocket and pulled out a handkerchief.
"Blow your nose," he said, annoyed. "I need your nostrils nice and clear,"
Daphne took the handkerchief off the Warden and blew her nose. Then she walked to the second desk, placed the small straw up her right nostril and began to snort the cocaine. The Warden couldn't be happier with how his plan was turning out.
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FOUR WEEKS LATER
At the start of her cocaine journey, Daphne had been a reluctant traveller, but as the weeks went by, she became increasingly proficient at snorting cocaine, and the Warden couldn't have been prouder. As usual, Daphne was wearing her wig and was brought by Charlie and the other two guards. They had brought their shotguns with them but held them loosely as Daphne had loosened up. Charlie knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" the Warden asked.
"It's your favorite bitch!" Daphne said quickly. "Open up!"
The Warden opened the door smiling, and Daphne entered quickly.
"It's about time!" she said quickly. "Is the coke here?"
"In its usual place," he replied.
Daphne walked over to the desk where the cocaine was lined up perfectly when she stopped and looked at Charlie and the guards.
"So, boys," she said. "Are you gonna blow me away if I don't do this blow?"
Charlie and the guards laughed, which she loved.
"I didn't think so," she said.
She walked over to the desk, picked up the plastic straw, put it up her right nostril, leaned over the desk and began to snort the first line of cocaine. Charlie and the guards began to chant
"Go!" repeatedly until Daphne finished snorting the tenth and final line of cocaine, which didn't take her long to do.
"Jeepers!" she said when that happened.
Charlie and the guards clapped and cheered when they heard her say that usual catchphrase.
"Okay, guys," the Warden said. "I need to have a word with Daphne before she meets with Fred and her lawyer,"
"You got it," Charlie said.
Charlie and the guards walked out, and Charlie closed the door behind them. Despite being coked up, Daphne became very serious.
"You know Fred and my lawyer are gonna see right through you, and they're gonna get me out of here!" Daphne said quickly.
"I'm sure they will," the Warden said, playing along. "And by the way, show me your tits,"
She took off her shirt and threw it on the floor without thinking about it. Then she took off her bra and threw that on the floor as well.
"Nice," he said. "Now show me your ass,"
Daphne pulled down her pants and underwear and turned around so he could get a great view of her ass. The Warden walked closed and felt up both of her butt cheeks with both hands. Daphne loved the way he was breathing heavily as he admired and felt up her ass. Then he let go of her ass and fondled her breasts. Daphne smiled as she loved the attention she was getting.
"You are so beautiful," he said. "You know that?"
"I know that," she said breathlessly.
The Warden let go of her breasts, and then he slapped her right butt cheek with his left hand and slapped her right butt cheek with his right hand. Her breasts bounced slightly when that happened, and the Warden loved seeing that.
"I'm gonna get out of here, you know," Daphne said quickly. "You can't keep me in here forever,"
"I know, and you should go," he replied. "They're already here,"
"They are?" she asked. "Great!"
Daphne pulled up her underwear and her pants. Then she put her shirt back on. The Warden was happy that she forgot to wear her bra as she walked to the door.
"Hey, boys," Daphne said. "Let me out. I've got people to see me,"
The door wasn't opened, and she found that alarming.
"Hey, come on!" she said.
"It's okay, guys," the Warden said. "Let her out,"
Charlie opened the door and loved the look in Daphne's coked eyes.
"Take her downstairs," the Warden said. "She's got visitors,"
"Right, boss," Charlie replied.
The Warden closed the door, and Charlie led Daphne to the visitor's center. As she wasn't wearing a bra, Charlie loved the way her breasts bounced as she walked and did his best not to laugh. Daphne walked through the door to the visitors center and saw that Fred and their Lawyer, a woman in her mid-forties with brown hair, were waiting for her. The first thing she noticed was that Daphne wasn't wearing a bra, and wasn't impressed by that. Daphne sat down in front of them quickly, picked up the phone and placed it against her head.
"Hey guys," Daphne said quickly. "What's up?"
"We're here to discuss your case," Fred said.
"My case?" Daphne asked, disappointed. "But that's so boring! Couldn't you be here for a conjugal visit instead? I need you to fuck me real bad!"
The Lawyer looked at Daphne disgusted, and then she looked at Fred.
"I've seen enough," the Lawyer said, unimpressed
She hung up her phone, stood up and began to walk out.
"Hey, wait!" Fred said desperately.
Fred hung up his phone, stood up and walked out of the visitors center and into the hallway. The Lawyer was near the exit door as Fred ran up to her.
"Wait!" Fred said desperately. "Don't go. You said we were going to discuss the case from a different angle,"
"Fred, have you ever met any cocaine addicts in your life?" the Lawyer asked.
"No," Fred admitted.
"Well, I have, and Daphne's one of them, and I don't defend cocaine addicts,"
Fred was so offended by what the Lawyer said that he lost his temper.
"Daphne's not a cocaine addict!" Fred shouted.
The Lawyer was a little taken aback by his outburst, but she refused to back down.
"Fred, didn't you notice that she wasn't wearing a bra?" the Lawyer asked.
As angry as he was, Fred couldn't deny that.
"Yes, I noticed," he said.
"Did you notice her eyes?" she asked. "Did you hear what she said, and why was she wearing a wig?"
"Yes, I heard her," he said.
"Then we have nothing to discuss except the future," she said.
That was the last thing Fred expected her to say, which he found confusing.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Daphne has ruined the reputation of Mystery Inc., and if she goes on the stand, she's going to destroy it," she explained. "Now, if you want to have a future for yourself and your friends, you need to sever all ties with Daphne Blake because she has no future. She's a murderess and a cocaine addict! End of story,"
As the Lawyer walked away from Fred, he stood thinking about what his Lawyer had just told him, and he wondered if he could help Daphne.