His exiled Queen

Chapter 2

Troy

Checkmate," he complimented himself.

Argh! I lost, saying, "Only this time I let you beat me, the next time I won't show you Mercy."

"There will be no next time, I will win bigger and better," he said.

"We'll see, it's too early to be overconfident," I retorted.

He shuffled the chess pieces.

"Your new roommate is expected to arrive today; are you looking forward to having a roommate?" He enquired.

"No, I prefer my own personal bubble and space. I don't believe I have enough room for a roommate "..

He laughed, "come on, you definitely need a roommate, sleeping and moaning about a monster peering at you."

Don received a frigid gaze from me.

" Okay, okay, it's just a joke," he explained.

The sun was sympathetic to us today . We haven't seen her since rain came.

" Did you hear what they did to Nelly ?"

" the dude from block two?"

" yes , that one "

" what did they do to him?"

" he was raped while having a shower "

" it's sad "

It's common here ,you always have to watch your back while showering .

" and stabbed him when he tried to fight back , right between his butt cheeks "

" that's damn nasty "

" the Crooks did it , "

" someday they will meet their match".

I once whooped their leader really bad. He was blocking my path to the library , trying to act tough .

I rounded him up. Never to try me. But still it's prison , he still came back and ambushed me unexpectedly with his boys as usual wanting to seem as the formidable guy.

I don't have time and energy to waste on retaliation. So I let it slide...for now.

The alarm went off, followed by an announcement asserting it was time to return inside. It's almost time for dinner.

Don and I got into a heated debate about basketball and boxing. Before he went to prison, he was a boxer. An MMA fighter in an underground illegal ring.He trained his men as well as fought to win. Don is the last person to challenge to a fight. I once saw him fight. He literally broke a spinal cord . The inmate deserved it .He kept on provoking him and attempted to stab him.

I was only familiar with one sport, and that was golf. Don introduced me to basketball and boxing, and his continual debates over who is the best athlete and which games he would like to see piqued my attention.

"Am going to head to the bathroom will catch up with you at the dining hall " I mumbled as I stretched.

" Okay "

My cell door was slightly ajar, when I went inside. It's odd as there are no searches today.

Then it occurred to me that I am welcoming a new roommate...yay! I'm ecstatic...no , idea I'm not at all hesitant to share! I'm not a big fan of sharing.

A purple beanie with a pink puffy tip, a bra, thong, and uniform were all on the bed.

Wow, I'm sharing a cell with a jerk!

I must state unequivocally that I will not entertain masturbators.

Strike it in the bathroom, not the cell.

I am not fond of wanking men .It's disgusting to even think of it .

Since when has this establishment permitted guys to own women's clothing? I thought it was outlawed a long time ago, back when this prison was only a holding cell for emancipated slaves.

They didn't allow men to own feminine items like as bras, underpants, and other similar items since some would use them to entice guards who purported to be women.

I'm not sure their reasoning was credible, but then again, what do you expect from white supremacists, capitalists who aim to make more money from prisons, and sadists that enjoy seeing slaves in chain .It was in this prison the song " be my woman " was derived from. The slaved would sing as they broke the songs , someone recorded and made it into a song .

And yes the slaves received nothing.

My nostrils was flooded with the fragrance of a woman. A sweet and calming vanilla and pomegranate fragrance.

He also wears perfume designed for women.

It can't be a transgender person because the state passed a legislation prohibiting any transgender woman from being held in a male facility, and the same law applied to men.

This prison is only for men. Bringing a transgender person is more akin to putting the transgender person to death. These men are animals, and they will not back down from a good piece of fresh meat.

I took a piss and walked away, but the aroma lingered.

It was deafeningly loud in every direction.

Maybe it's his mom's perfume and he thought of using it so to remember her looking after him .

Well, he'll need a whole lot of thick skin being here, in one of the world's toughest prisons, boasting a menu of history's most serious felons.

I included .

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"LeBron was taken down "

" by Steph Curry?"

" yes , am still digesting the shock , and that's not all ,some lame YouTuber beat up Floyd"

" he didn't win did he ?". I asked

" he thinks he won , I spent my royalty money from the carpentry work to watch that stupid game , I feel f*****g wasted "

" good thing I didn't watch "

" lucky you "

The room fell silent out of nowhere, and all eyes were on someone who was trying to make their way to be served.

Prison food is awful, so he'd better have some stomach relief and Kleenex on hand because things are about to get unpleasant.

I stared intently, trying to figure out who it was. I saw a very petite body wearing a blue beanie.

A hot miniature chocolate youngster is most likely awe-inspiring to the men. I'm curious as to what led to his incarceration. He stole some gummy bears, didn't he?

I went back to reading my book.

Newcomers are frequently met with blank stares.

I got them as well, but that is only the first step in our society.

"" A lady?!" Don was ecstatic.

"This book was written by a man, not a woman."

I replied, assuming he was talking to my book.

" No, her, a woman," he said, perplexed.

I shifted my gaze to the location he was referring to.

I was taken aback.

A female!

One of most gorgeous girl I had ever seen sat two tables away from us.

Her skin was mocha brown, her eyes were almond brown, and she had kinky black coral dark hair that peeked out from under her beanie and cascaded down her shoulder.

What is a woman doing in a prison for men? She was dressed in our uniform, and her number was written on her right wrist band.

She didn't appear terrified or perplexed; instead, she threw herself into her meals, focusing solely on the revolting dish.

She was well conscious that we were all staring at her, but she didn't mind.

Greedy eyes swarmed over her like lions observing a herd of wild beasts carefully booking which part to devour first.

Eagerly awaiting her demise.

We're all asking the same question: what is a woman doing here? It was so quiet you could cut through it all because of her.

If she was brought here "legally," she may have committed a horrible crime for which they did not believe she was safe in women's jail facility.

Regardless, there are a thousand jails in the globe, but how would a woman shower or get dressed in a men's prison that is directly granting her a terrible death sentence? Sleep calmly? Is there anything she can do?

Sitting alone on the empty table, she got up, dumped the remaining food on the trashcan, and exited the dining hall. Her every motion was watched with rapt attention.

Is this some kind of sociological experiment to determine how many different ways there are to gruesomely kill a young beautiful girl? Is there a documentary in the works?

Rumbles and hyena laughter filled the air once more, indicating that these jerks have something to rub their c***s about.

Wait! Is that my roommate?