Diablo's Queen

Chapter 1

Sahara

I looked at myself in the mirror. My uniform was perfectly ironed a dark green pair of pants, and top with a darker jacket on it was written ' Texas correctional facility ', a black cape with the prison logo . My black dark hair in a pony tail. I am a proud African girl , I love my natural hair, its puffy and long but in order to fit my cap I have to straighten it thoroughly .

Some people sometimes mistake my real hair to a wig when I straighten it only I know the struggle I went through to make it look silky. I am a Sherriff in a prison more like an officer, prison guard , whatever you want to call it .

Do I love my job if you may ask?

Well it pays my bills so what can I say ...maybe.

I recently got transferred to Texas, as much as I hated the idea of leaving my old home I had to swallow that pain and get moving ,bills gotta be paid . How did I get into this career ? Well it all began when I was back in college , I needed to clear my student loans since they were piling up along with the interest for not having cleared the loan on time . I came across an ad for individuals who can work in Juvenile jail . The pay wasn't so bad though little I still managed to clear my student loans and continued working in the juvenile jail .

I find convicts better to deal with than normal citizens . They may have committed crimes but deep down you get to see a softer side some are cunning and manipulative ,some can fool you to doing what they want but at the end of the day they are sons ,fathers ,brothers of people in the outside world . I got some free training offered as a prison warden then got enrolled to work in Ohio state Penitentiary.

The reason I got transferred from Ohio was because of how I look . The supervisor and warden felt 'I was too pretty' for Ohio State Penitentiary facility pretty faces are at a high risk in prison , the men can subdue them or sexually abuse them. My transfer was fuelled by an incident , a week before a violent riot broke out , I was so lucky because I was on a leave and spent my leave on traveling down to Africa my ancestors home . Thus they felt it was too risky for me .They cared about my safety .Being the youngest prison guard I was seen like a baby, which I was not .I did martial arts I know how to defend myself but the supervisor in Ohio pictured me as his daughter ,if anything had happened to me he would never have forgiven himself .

"wish me the best on my first day to work "I said to my cat , she just stared at me . I moved into a one bedroom apartment , I live alone with my cat , am a lone ranger , just Bun and I against the world .

I took my car keys and coffee in a mug. Am nervous about my first day .Like any other new employee I was nervous about my first day in work . I would have questions of will they treat me well? How are the inmates ? Will I manage this ? Texas is home for the most dangerous inmates , and houses one of the largest death row units with the highest number of deathrow convicts that's why I have a whole lot of reasons to be nervous .

I will be on the death row wing , death row convicts are the most dangerous . They have nothing to lose since they know any day the warden would come asking their last meal request meaning execution is sooner . This are people that have committed the most inhumane crimes you could think of so definitely they will not be your typical best friend .

The death row facility also houses the segregation unit , another notorious branch of criminals . It consists of gang leaders, inmates who assaulted officers and fellow inmates , riot leaders, inmates notorious to rape other weaker inmates, violent criminals , drug lords , lets just say all kinds of crazy.

Their cells are like holes, no sunshine , no view of outside just a small tiny room with a bed ,a bathroom and a wall to admire your miserable life .Some inmates go crazy in there , it's like your mind becomes so closed that you drift away from reality . You begin to see things that don't exist ,you imagine things that . It's like a mind torture chamber .

Death row unit are allowed to make a phone call twice a week , to shop at the shop in the facility, bask in the sun , workout , on good behavior they are granted small favours like a small tv , they can call home , enroll classes, but under supervision ,one slip and they are in a segregation unit , where they get nothing except darkness . Unlike the death row units segregation unit is like being buried alive, explains why most inside there always act all crazy because they are denied access to anything other than medical attention. The only view the have of the outside world is the tiny space where the food is brought into their cells . Sometimes it's thrown vigorously by the warden so everything falls anywhere and the inmate has to pick his food it sounds funny but that's how they live. In prison this men are not fathers ,sons ,husbands or brothers anymore ,to many this people are nothing but sadist animals that's why they get treated so badly .That's one of the things I hated about my job . Regardless of what someone has done it's not right for them to be treated like garbage. My tiny voice would not have made any difference , so I had no other option but to suck it .

I arrived my new "office " . The facility is massive ,like a giant looking down at you , the walls separating the facility to the outside world is so tall ,covered with barbed electric wires ,this facility was heavily secured .From my research no escape has ever been successful. The walls dig deeper to the ground it will take ages to dig your way to the other side .

"Welcome "said a middle aged man as he led me inside the facility with other officers. He was slightly above my height , caucasian with that deep country accent and the signature hat I see most people in texas wear. He seemed so friendly .

"Thank you sir” I said .

He is Warden Harvey , one of the best wardens in the country . He runs the place very well, the last prison riot was in 1995 , since then none has ever happened .

I was shown the two units and what was expected of me which I pretty much know off. I also did plenty of research about Texas facility .

Keep an eye on the inmates , bring some order nothing new.

"You will also be on the watch pod "he said.

What!

The watch pod is a small chamber in the further end of a hall where inmates come and eat , chitchat, some play chess, some just come because they are bored staying in the cells, some to read a book . It's like a common room . I keep an eye and monitor on a security camera, especially the gang leaders , they are good at organizing riots and assaults .

"Sherriff Dante will be by your side for assistance , "he said gesturing a Caucasian tall gentleman , he's athletic, with ginger short hair and short trimmed beard .

I shook my hand to his .

"pleasure to have you Sherriff Sahara , welcome aboard " he said

"Thank you Sherriff Dante "I said .

"that would be all , all the best Sherriff Sahara "he said .

"Thank you sir "I said .

I was impressed by the Watch pod , it had an unbreakable glass shield several monitors watching everything in all angles . Unlike Ohio where the watch. pod was so open , you cling on your dear life praying satan doesn't pay a visit as those inmates could attack you worse being a woman they can easily subdue and rape you or even beat you up ,it depends on the what psycho that attacked you . You must always watch your back , some inmates are serial killers by blood prison doesn't change them , not everyone that comes here will see some light change well if that's what you think .To some prison makes them even more sadistic and inhumane .In my career I have seen attacks from one inmate to the other, brutal murders behind bars.

There is also the humiliating crazy inmates , this are the type that just wank at the sight of a woman sniff on female guards chairs. anything that has a V turns them very creepy on . I have seen countless men wank when they see me , at first it was so humiliating and disgusting ,but that was just how they are the more disgusted I was the more it excited them , the best thing to do is ignore and pretend you never saw a thing .

" Settled in yet?" Dante asked.

"Just moved in , its a great place plenty of fresh meat, good people and great food "I said.

"You will love it "he said.

"thank you "I said.

We sat at the pod observing the inmates , they seemed to mind their business but you never know what kind of business, looks can be deceiving .

My pod shift was for about four hours , once its over its patrolling around the cells doing roll calls ensuring all everything okay .

I walked from cell to cell peeking through the small glass, observing all is well , some inmates are under suicide watch ,those are the reasons why we have to keep a close eye , suicides are also common in jails . Convicts can use anything to end their lives even an underwear .

I stood behind the glass window of the small gym to observe some inmates work out . They were only two . The gym has weights chained to some poles incase some inmates go nuts and decide to throw at the officers.

One gentleman caught my attention . He was tall , Caucasian , had a short trimmed hair, clean cut beard that left some subtle. His body was drool worthy , like a machine perfectly curved , he was so powerfully built. Samoan tattoos were on his chest up to his elbow and firm pelvic bones pointing to the one thing that made me curious of how thick and big it could be .

He had an eight pack ! It was clearly visible, that was the first time I had. seen an eight pack up-close in real life besides from a perfume advert or a Calvin Klein underwear campaign over some internet or magazine cover sometimes I would think those were just photoshop edits and that it's not how those models really look like in real life .

He was lifting some weights , he placed them down and looked at the huge glass window frame where behind I stood ,our eyes met . Its like he could see beneath my flesh and deep into my soul , his perfect jawline clenched as he narrowed his eyes as if reading my mind . He had the cutest pink lips I have ever seen in a man not too dark , nor too light just somewhere there between .

"That's the last man you ever wish to mess with in this facility , "came Dante's voice. We were about six officers I hadn't noticed .

I shifted my gaze to him.

" Come, let me introduce you to the rest of the staff "He said.

As we walked to the rest of the other offices I felt the urge to ask him who the gorgeous grey eyes man was.

" Who is he?” I asked.

" Its best you don't know, “he said , he had a worried look of something close to fear.

I am so curious, that man is strikingly alluring . He looks like the bad boy every woman fantasizes about . The kind of guy I like .

Inmates are usually very fit , it's like their policy , if you are not fit it will be so easy for other inmates to attack you so the more fit you look the most likely no one will f**k with you in terms of respect and sexually . The feeble you look the mostly you are going to be someone's girlfriend ,atm or servant. Skinny inmates are mostly treated terribly , the big boys make them call home and ask for money . It's more like a typical highschool bully difference is this are grown men locked up maybe for life or soon getting the death sentence.

My first day went well, I returned home to Bun waiting for me as she lay on her pink pillow .

I poured her some milk on her bowl and went to have a shower.

I had some noodles for dinner , I was too lazy to cook .

As I sat to eat while I watched the movie , the image of that man gorgeous looking stuck in my head.

Who is he? How did he end up in prison. Surely with a body and pretty face like that ,prison is not where he should be , he should be on some erotic romance book cover , the ones where guys are shirtless with some cheesy ass name as Jack the taker .