Chapter Eight

Once Charlie was secure in the van and taken out into the woods, the Warden walked straight to the infirmary to see the Doctor in his office. He tried to open the door but was surprised to find it locked.

"What the hell?" the Warden asked himself before he knocked on it. "Doctor, are you in there?"

Then he heard the Doctor walk up behind him.

"No, I'm right here," the Doctor replied.

"Then let's go in your office," the Warden said. "I've got something to discuss with you,"

The Doctor suspected what it was, but he knew he had to be cautious.

"What do you want to discuss?" he asked.

"In your office!" the Warden said sharply. "Out of earshot of those sensitive nurses of yours,"

"Okay," he said.

The Doctor walked to the door, unlocked it and opened it for the Warden. The Warden walked on through, and the Doctor followed him in and closed the door behind him. Satisfied they were alone, the Warden spoke his mind.

"Doctor, I want you to terminate Daphne's pregnancy," the Warden said. "She isn't here to be a mother,"

"Yes, I know why you want her here," the Doctor said honestly.

Being interrupted like that enraged the Warden.

"Did I say I had finished talking?" the Warden asked impatiently.

"No, you didn't," the Doctor replied. "I'm sorry,"

"I want you to terminate Daphne's pregnancy tonight," the Warden continued. "Is that clear?"

The Doctor cleared his throat.

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen," he said.

The Warden couldn't believe the Doctor had the nerve to say something like that.

"What did you just fucking say?" the Warden asked, enraged.

"You heard what I said because the reason that's not going to happen is because

Daphne has had a miscarriage," the Doctor replied.

Hearing that news stunned the Warden, who couldn't believe his luck.

"Oh, thank God!" the Warden said relieved. "I knew she was meant to be mine!"

"I've had her sedated," the Doctor said. "She was traumatised by the event, and she won't be awake until the morning,"

The Warden sighed, frustrated.

"Goddamn it!" he said. "I was hoping to have some fun with her after you did the operation,"

"Warden, we all know what kind of fun you have with Miss Blake, but may I suggest that you don't have fun with her for a week?" the Doctor asked.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked back.

"She's been traumatised by the miscarriage," the Doctor explained. "I think you should give her a week to recover, and she'll be more responsive to having fun with you,"

The Doctor knew there was no truth to the second part of his statement, but he wanted Daphne to stay away from him for at least a week. The Warden didn't appreciate the Doctor's sentiments, but he did want her to be receptive to him.

"Okay, I'll give the bitch a week but no more than that," the Warden said. "Until then, check her out for s.t.d's. I want her clean, and I don't want her to infect me with anything,"

"Of course," the Doctor agreed.

The Warden had nothing to say to the Doctor, so he left his office. Once he was gone, the Doctor breathed a massive sigh of relief and wondered how long it would take him to find a new job elsewhere.

XXXXX

ONE WEEK LATER

Daphne was grateful to have been left alone for a week by the Warden, but it still wasn't enough. Losing her baby wasn't something she expected to happen, and there was nothing she couldn't do about it. However, she was brought to the Warden's office. She stood behind the Guard as he knocked on the door.

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

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

The Warden opened the door, and he was holding a laptop computer.

"Thank you," he said to the Guard before he turned his attention to Daphne. "Come in,"

Daphne entered the office silently, and the Warden closed the door behind him. Once the door was closed, she needed to express herself.

"Can you leave me alone today?" Daphne asked. "It's been a week since I lost my baby,"

The Warden grabbed her shoulders instantly.

"HEY, THERE SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN A BABY IN THE FIRST PLACE!" the Warden yelled. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO BETRAY ME LIKE THAT?"

Daphne began to shake, and the Warden was pleased about that.

"Good," he said. "You still know your place here, and today, we're going to do something different. We're going for a walk,"

"W-W-Where are we walking to?" she asked despite her fear.

"It's a surprise," he replied.

The Warden walked to the door and opened it. Two guards with shotguns were waiting for them. Then they began to the lower levels of the prison until they reached a room labelled "Execution Chamber". Seeing that label terrified Daphne.

"W-W-What's going on?" she asked scared.

"This is a lesson you'll need to remember for the rest of the time you're here," the Warden said. "Now shut up and do as you're told,"

The Warden opened the door and turned on the lights. In the centre of the room was a lethal injection table, which the Warden pointed at.

"Climb on," he said.

Daphne thought she would be sick as she climbed on the table. The Warden handed his laptop to one of the Guards.

"Lay down," the Warden said.

That was the last thing she wanted to do, but she knew she had no choice. She lay flat on her back and placed her arms out where they were meant to go on the table. Then the Guards strapped her down. Once she was secure, the Warden climbed on top of her.

"Before the jury found you guilty and the judge sentenced you to come here, were you told that the last time the death penalty was done was in 2006?" the Warden asked.

"I-I-I looked it up before the trial started," Daphne admitted, scared.

"So, you felt confident that you weren't going to die in here from the death penalty being handed out to you?" he asked.

"Yes,"

The Warden smiled at her knowingly.

"Yes, I imagine you would have felt confident, but guess what? Coolsville Prison isn't like any other prisons," the Warden said. "This is my prison, and what I say here goes and do you know what goes here?"

Daphne's eyes widened with fear, and thought she would be sick.

"W-W-What goes on here?" she asked breathlessly.

The Warden stroked her left cheek and then her right cheek. Seeing the fear in her eyes made him think she was so adorable.

"I hold executions here that are off the books, and the public never learns about them," the Warden said. "I execute anyone here that thinks fucking with me and my guards is a good idea, and if you think I'm lying, you couldn't be more wrong,"

The Warden held his right hand, and the Guard handed him his laptop. Then he opened it and pressed play on a video of a blonde woman strapped down on a lethal injection table.

"Please!" the blonde woman begged, terrified. "I don't want to die! I'll do whatever you want!"

"It's too late for that," the Warden could be heard saying off-camera.

The blonde woman screamed, and the Warden pressed pause. Daphne couldn't take her eyes off the blonde woman.

"In case you're wondering, this happened two weeks ago, and she was twenty-one years old," the Warden said. "That's obviously four years younger than you are,"

Even though she was strapped down, Daphne shook worse than before.

"If you let anyone else touch you in the future, this is how you're going to end up, and I know how to cover up an unauthorised execution," the Warden said. "So, are you going to do as you're told from now on?"

Daphne nodded quickly, and the Warden smiled a little more.

"That's my girl," he whispered.

Then the Warden looked at the Guards.

"Unstrap her," the Warden said. "We're going back to my office,"

The Guards unstrapped Daphne and took her back to the Warden's office. Once they were alone, the Warden was happy to have Daphne back in his office so he could feel her up. Daphne stayed in his office for three hours.

XXXXX

ONE MONTH LATER

The Warden had told Daphne that Charlie had been transferred to another prison, but she knew that was a lie and it would be a dangerous idea to question. So, she was just about her usual routine of jogging in the exercise yard when a Guard approached her.

"You've got a visitor," the Guard said.

Daphne hoped it would be Fred, but she wasn't holding out any hope.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"I don't know," the Guard said. "Some woman. I didn't bother to get a name,"

Hearing that made her smile a little.

"Was it Velma?" she asked.

The Guard sighed, annoyed.

"Look, I told you," the Guard said. "I didn't get a name. So just go and see her so I can get on with my duties,"

"Okay," she said.

The Guard led Daphne to the visitor's room, and it was the last person that she wanted to see. It was Stephanie Hannah. The woman who had stolen Fred's heart and her place in Mystery Inc. Stephanie placed the phone against her head, and Daphne did the same as she sat down.

"Hello," Stephanie said. "Do you know who I am?"

"I know exactly who you are," Daphne replied icily. "What do you want?"

"I'm here about my brother Charlie," she said. "He's gone missing, and he used to work at this prison. Do you know anything about it?"

Daphne's eyes widened with fear as she knew their meeting was being recorded and the Warden would be watching it later. The look of fear gave Daphne away to Stephanie.

"You do know something," Stephanie said.

"No, I don't!" Daphne said desperately.

"Oh, bullshit!" she said. "You were fucking him! He said he was fucking someone where he worked, but he wouldn't say who. So, I bet it was you,"

It was evident that Daphne couldn't lie about the situation, and she just wanted her to leave.

"Look, I don't know what to say about this," Daphne said. "All I can tell you is that he used to work here, and I haven't heard from him since he left,"

Stephanie glared at her as she wasn't getting the answers she needed, but a question came to Daphne's mind, and she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of asking sooner.

"You met Fred, Velma, Shaggy, and Scooby when you were in Scotland," Daphne said. "Did you know they were going to be there?"

"No, it was just a coincidence," Stephanie said, looking away.

And Daphne had her answer.

"Just like it's a coincidence that Charlie used to work here, where I'm going to spend a life sentence for a murder I didn't commit?" Daphne asked quickly if a Guard would burst in and take her off the phone. "The Warden put you up to it, didn't he? Why did he put you up to it?"

Stephanie looked at Daphne quickly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Stephanie said as she hung up her phone.

And just like clockwork, a Guard entered as Stephanie stood up and walked away.

"Daphne, the Warden wants to see you," the Guard said sharply.

It didn't take the Guard long to bring Daphne to the Warden's office. He looked furious as he stood in front of his desk. Daphne thought she was going to be sick.

"You really can't help playing detective, can you?" the Warden asked once they were alone.

"L-L-Look, I just heard Stephanie tell me something, and I had to know what was going on," Daphne replied, scared.

The Warden rolled his eyes.

"Get this through your head," he said. "Your detective days are over. There are no more monsters for you to unmask. You're no longer one of the darn meddling kids. When are you going to get that?"

"I-I-I'm sorry," Daphne replied.

The Warden sighed again and stepped away from his desk.

"Now that you're here, you might as well get into the position you know I love so much," he said quickly.

With no other options, Daphne pulled down her pants and underwear. Once she leaned over his desk, the Warden loved how her ass felt in his hand, and Daphne shivered at his touch.

XXXXX

As the week went on, nothing was surprising until a professional makeup crew was brought to her cell. Daphne had no idea what they were doing there, and the makeup crew didn't provide any answers. They just made her up, and she put on her wig as her hair wasn't long enough. A Guard escorted Daphne downstairs to a storage room which had been cleared out. The Warden was there waiting for her, and a professional photographer in his late twenties with brown hair was also there. Lights were set up, and a man was wearing black underwear and a gimp mask. The Warden smiled as he approached Daphne.

"I'm so glad you're here," the Warden said.

"What am I here for?" Daphne asked, confused.

The Warden wrapped his arms around her. Daphne did her best not to look uncomfortable.

"The thing is, when you couldn't handle the cocaine we gave you, it cost me a lot of money to get you the rehabilitation services that you needed," the Warden whispered. "So, you're going to help me make some money to cover those costs,"

"I didn't ask you to get me addicted to cocaine," Daphne whispered back. "You made me snort it at gunpoint,"

"Be that as it may, we need your help, and that's exactly what you're going to do. And you know what will happen if you don't,"

Daphne knew the Warden couldn't be disobeyed easily, so she smiled at him.

"What would you like me to do?" she asked.

"Well, you're going to put on a G string, and the photographer is going to take pictures of you for a calendar," the Warden replied.

Daphne thought back to the days when she posed for a charity calendar for Mystery Inc. and the uproar it caused with parent groups when her nipples were exposed.

"What makes you think anyone is going to buy it?" Daphne asked. "I'm a convicted murderess,"

"You're a convicted murderess with an incredible body," The Warden replied. "So take off your uniform and put on the G string.

The Warden handed Daphne the G string, and she walked to the corner of the storage room where she hoped no one was looking but knew they were. She heard whistles and cheers coming from everyone in the storage room as she returned to them. The Warden looked angry, and that worried Daphne instantly.

"W-W-What is it?" Daphne asked nervously.

"I said you were only going to be wearing the G string," the Warden replied. "Take off your bra,"

Daphne couldn't speak for one moment.

"You want me to expose my breasts?" she asked.

"No, you're going to expose your breasts," he replied. "So, take it off already, and we can get on with it,"

She said nothing momentarily but reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and took it off. The Warden smiled.

"Nice," he said breathlessly. "Now I want you to talk to the photographer,"

Daphne looked at the Photographer, covered her breasts with her arms, and walked up to him.

"What would you like me to do?" she asked.

"Well, I'd like you to put these chains on your hands and feet," he replied. "Then I'd like you to get on your hands and feet. My assistant will help you with that when she gets here,"

At that moment, a woman with brown hair in her late thirties showed up and walked up to the Photographer.

"Sorry, I'm late," the assistant said. "Are we ready to roll?"

"We will be when you get the chains on her," the Photographer replied.

"Okay,"

The assistant looked at Daphne, picked up the chains and attached them to Daphne's hands and feet.

"Get on your hands and knees over there," the Photographer said as he pointed at the backdrop of a dungeon.

Daphne did what she was told and felt sick about it.

"Nice!" the Photographer said as he picked up his camera and walked over to Daphne.

He began taking photos of her from various angles. Then he looked over to his assistant.

"Get the leash," he said.

The assistant picked up the leash, walked over to Daphne and placed it around her neck.

"Wait a second!" Daphne said, alarmed. "What are you doing?"

"We're going to take some pictures of you with gimp man over there," the Photographer said.

"He's going to be holding the leash,"

Daphne wanted to protest, but a stern look from the Warden told her it would be a huge mistake. The gimp man grabbed the leash and pulled on it hard, and Daphne felt her head being pulled back.

"Nice," the Photographer said.

Daphne had never felt so humiliated and just wanted to scream.