Chapter Ten

The Warden never cared what frame of mind Daphne was in when she was brought to him. All he wanted was access to her body, and that's what he always got. She was leaning over his desk with her ass exposed. He was stroking her inner thighs when he remembered something.

"I've been meaning to tell you that a producer from 'Shock 'Til You Drop' contacted me," the Warden said. "They want to interview you,"

Daphne knew she meant to be acting excited with his hands on her inner thighs, but the news was far from exciting.

"I don't want to do it," Daphne said honestly. "Before I was brought here, I saw the show, and the host is a creep,"

Daphne knew she had just said the wrong thing as the Warden stopped stroking her inner thighs. Then she felt him slapping her butt cheeks hard.

"Uhhhhhh," Daphne said, scared.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the Warden said sarcastically. "Were you under the impression that you had a choice? You're doing it!"

"I know," Daphne said quickly, hoping that would appease him. "I know, I'm sorry,"

"Have you forgotten that I can administer the death penalty here without permission from the prison board and the government?"

"N-N-No," she said, scared.

"Good, and in case you're wondering, you won't be going to New York City" to be there live with the studio audience," he said.

The Warden placed his hands on her waist, and he could feel her shaking.

"Are you actually sorry for forgetting your place?" the Warden asked.

"Y-Y-Yes, I'm sorry," Daphne replied, scared.

The Warden loved how scared she was, and he thought of something else for his sick pleasure.

"Would you really like to make it up to me by doing something a little different today?" he asked.

Daphne feared he wanted to rape her, and that was more frightening than being retaken to the execution room.

"P-P-Please, don't hurt me," she said nervously.

The Warden laughed, as he had always loved it when she made that assumption.

"Don't worry," he said. "We're not going to do that, just something different,"

The Warden took a few steps back.

"Stand up and turn around," he said.

Daphne stood up and turned to face him.

"Take off your shirt and your bra," he said.

Daphne did what she was told. Her pants and underwear were around her ankles, but the Warden didn't care about that. As he walked towards her, he pulled down his fly, underwear and pulled out his hard cock. Then he grabbed Daphne's right hand and then placed it on his cock. Daphne was stunned by what was happening.

"Pull on me slowly," the Warden whispered. "Don't rush it,"

As Daphne began to masturbate the Warden, he reached forward and massaged her breasts. He loved how her hand felt on his cock, and he loved how repulsed and scared she looked. He loved it when he climaxed and how his juice spilled over her fingers.

"Jeepers!" Daphne said, repulsed.

The Warden laughed as he loved that catchphrase of hers.

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A week before the broadcast, Daphne was relieved she didn't have to meet with the Producer in person. It was the last thing she needed as she wanted to have as little contact as possible. She was in the Warden's office as the Warden stood behind her, massaging her shoulders.

"Miss Blake," the Producer, a woman in her late forties with grey hair and green eyes, said.

"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me,"

"That's fine," Daphne lied.

"We're having this conversation so you can fully understand the rules," the Producer continued. "Firstly, you won't have access to the questions and can't object to any question. No matter what the question is, you will answer it,"

Daphne did her best not to look annoyed.

"Fine," she replied.

"Secondly, when you appear on camera, you're to show plenty of cleavage," the Producer said. "Otherwise, there's no point in having you on the show,"

Daphne wished the Producer was there in person so she could punch her squarely in the face for the offensive conditions of being on the show.

"Thirdly, there is to be no one else in the shot with you when you're being interviewed," the Producer said.

"Don't you mean interrogated?" Daphne said without thinking.

The Producer didn't like that, nor did the Warden.

"I'm sorry," Daphne said quickly.

"So you should be," the Producer said. "You speak when you're spoken to, and when it comes to the third condition, that means you, Warden. We want to see Daphne alone and not your hands on her shoulders,"

"Okay," the Warden said. "I'll make sure I'm not in shot,"

As Daphne and the Producer continued to discuss the conditions, she almost wished she was guilty of murder as she wanted to murder the Producer.

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The week went by faster than Daphne would have liked. It was the night before the broadcast, and Daphne was doing her best to sleep in her cell. She wasn't expecting anyone to come by to visit her. If Charlie had still been alive, he would have visited her at three o'clock in the morning, but that wouldn't happen. To her horror, she heard someone unlocking her cell and coming in without asking if she was okay. It was the Warden, and he had a lustful look in his eyes that Daphne hadn't seen before. Seeing that look encouraged her to get off her bed.

"Hello," the Warden said. "Are you looking forward to the broadcast tomorrow?"

"Actually, I'm nervous about it," she admitted.

"I thought that would be the case," he said. "So, I'm going to help you relax,"

"Please, I don't want you to hurt me!" she said quickly.

The Warden smiled.

"You don't have to worry because I'm not here to hurt you," he said. "As you know, I've never hurt you. We haven't reached that level in our relationship. What we are going to do, as we used to say when I was a teenager, is make out. Are you familiar with that term?"

Daphne couldn't believe he was using words like relationship and making out as it didn't describe what they had. She was a prisoner in the worst possible way.

"Yes, I'm familiar with the term making out," Daphne said.

"Good," the Warden replied. "Now take off your uniform,"

That was the last thing she wanted to do, but she knew she had no choice. She took off her clothes slowly, which the Warden didn't appreciate.

"Hurry up," he said tersely.

Daphne did what she was told, and she was naked in no time.

"Get on your bed," he said.

She lay on her bed, and the Warden climbed over her. It was a little relieving that he didn't take off his clothes. Then the Warden began to kiss her, and she hated how his tongue felt in her mouth. Then he broke the kiss.

"Move your tongue around," he said before kissing her again.

Daphne moved her tongue around, but she didn't move it slowly. The way he was touching her breasts and gripping her ass made her want to scream. They made out for nearly an hour before the Warden climbed off her. Daphne didn't say a word, which frustrated him.

"When are you going to admit your feelings for me?" he asked. "You know there's something between us. I could feel it when we were kissing,"

"A-A-Admitting something like that can be scary," Daphne lied, scared. "It's one hell of a step to take,"

Hearing Daphne say that made the Warden fall slightly more for her, and he stroked her left cheek.

"I know it is, but you'll find the courage to admit what's in your heart," the Warden said. "And I can't wait for that day to come,"

The Warden stopped stroking her cheek, and he stood up and walked out of her cell. She couldn't have felt more relieved when she heard him locking her cell.

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The makeup artists had been and gone, and Daphne thought she would be in the Warden's office with the Warden, but that didn't prove to be the arrangement. She was in her cell with a laptop in front of her on her desk. Her cell door was locked. Daphne wasn't going anywhere. Looking at the computer screen, she saw the opening titles of "Shock 'Til You Drop" and the Host, a man in his late thirties with black hair, giving the opening monologue. Daphne had no idea what America saw in this guy, as she thought he was an asshole. The screen was split up into several screens, with people occupying them. The Warden was on one of them, and so was the Producer.

"Are you ready?" the Producer asked Daphne. "You're up next,"

"Yeah, I'm ready," Daphne replied.

After the commercial break, the Host was back on the screen, sitting behind a desk.

"Okay, we're back, so let's get on with it," the Host said. "Over a year ago, Daphne Blake was one of the popular, and dare I say it, sexier, members of Mystery Inc. until she screwed up by killing someone that didn't deserve to die! Ladies and gentlemen, live from Coolsville Prison, Daphne Blake!"

Daphne heard the crowd boo as they cut to her on the screen. She just wanted to scream but knew she had to follow the rules.

"Excuse me," Daphne said quickly. "I really want to explain that I didn't kill anyone. I was set up, and I've been imprisoned falsely. Please believe that I'm innocent,"

The Host couldn't believe what he had just heard and couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, I see, you're innocent," the Host said sarcastically. "I believe you. So, how about it, Warden? Will you unlock her cell and let her go home? Daphne just proclaimed that she's innocent!"

The screen cut to the Warden in his office looking smug.

"No, I'm afraid I can't do that," the Warden said.

The screen cut back to the Host.

"Fair enough, and it was a good try, Daphne, but I'm afraid you're screwed for life!" the Host said.

Everyone in the audience cracked up laughing.

"Well, when it comes to Daphne's life, it's not just her ex-life with Mystery Inc. that's interesting," the Host said. "It's what happened before Mystery Inc. was even formed. Would you like to know more?"

The audience changed, yes.

"That's good because it's amazing," the Host said. "Before we got Daphne to agree to come on my show, we were sent something we weren't expecting. A Coolsville high school yearbook,"

The Host held it up, and Daphne felt sick as she knew what was coming.

"No, please don't!" Daphne begged. "Please don't do it!"

The second she said that, she noticed that something was wrong. She couldn't hear herself on the computer. The sound from her screen was blocked. The Host knew this, so he put his right hand behind his right ear and tapped it forward.

"What was that, Daphne?" the Host asked sarcastically. "I can't hear you. What did you say?"

"YOU BASTARD!" Daphne yelled.

It didn't matter that no one could hear her as the expression on her face said it all. The Host smiled as he held up the yearbook.

"This yearbook was printed and delivered to the Coolsville students before Mystery Inc. had their first case," the Host explained. "And in one photo, we'll see that Daphne was a member of the Fashion Club of Coolsville High,"

The Host opened the yearbook and held up a picture of Daphne; her belly was very pronounced.

"I love this picture of Daphne because her belly is so nice and round," the Host said. "But guess what? Daphne isn't fat in this picture. She's eight months pregnant!"

The crowd gasped with shock, and Daphne screamed.

"GODDAMN YOU!" Daphne yelled.

"Daphne gave birth to a son before Mystery Inc. had their first case, and she didn't raise the boy. She gave him up for adoption," the Host said. "And I can't say that I blame her because, after all, why have a life of family when you can have a life of fame?"

"Who was the father?" someone in the audience shouted out.

"That's an excellent question with a great answer," the Host replied. "It was Fred, of course, but that's not the only great twist in this tale. Daphne knew who ended up adopting her son. It was the son and daughter-in-law of Robert Ballard, the man Daphne murdered,"

The audience gasped with shock.

"And that means when Robert Ballard showed up at the convention with his grandson, it was really Daphne's son," the Host said. "The second Daphne saw Robert there; she knew the boy who was with him was her son,"

It broke Daphne's heart when she gave up her son, but knowing that her secret had been exposed, she felt horrifically guilty for her son. How was he going to cope when he discovered that his mother was the only suspect in his grandfather's murder?

"But Daphne has picked up a unique habit while she's been in prison," the Host said, tapping his nose.

The screen cut to a hidden camera shot of Daphne doing a line of cocaine and standing up sharply.

"Jeepers!" Daphne said in the clip.

Some audience members were gasping in shock, while others were laughing.

"So, let's chat with the Warden of Coolsville Prison," the Host said. "That's a fascinating piece of footage of Daphne. What happened there?"

The screen cut to the Warden in his office.

"A few months after she arrived, Daphne started doing cocaine that was smuggled in by one of our guards," the Warden explained. "That guard has since died,"

"But cocaine's an expensive drug," the Host said. "How did she pay for it?"

The Warden couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Well, based on how beautiful and sexy Daphne is, it should be obvious what favors she did the guard to keep up with her cocaine addiction," the Warden said.

The Host cracked up laughing.

"I think America can imagine the favors she did, but it's shocking to have occurred at your prison," the Host said. "What will you do to stop it from happening again?"

"I'm glad you asked me that because I'll show you," the Host said as he held up the calendar posed for. "This is a calendar Daphne gave her spare time for, and all proceeds will go toward improving our security systems so nothing like this happens again. Rest assured, with the updates needed, Daphne will never see the outside of this prison,"

The audience applauded madly.

"That's great to know, and best of luck with keeping that bitch inside your walls!" the Host said enthusiastically.

Daphne collapsed on the floor, feeling so utterly helpless that she never knew if she would recover from such a betrayal. America saw her for someone she wasn't, and Daphne knew there was no way in Hell she could change America's mind about her ever again.