From Prisoner To Princess

Chapter 3

　　"Allison of the Slums, you are under arrest for crimes against the citizens of the City Zalaris including larceny, theft and burglary." A man shouts in front of me, the Police Chief appearing from behind the large Oak tree beside my Shack. With that, I am forced onto my knees as a group of Police Officers surround me, their guns painted in my direction while another Officer comes to handcuff me. Secured and in their grasps, the Officers pat me down - more like groped me - checking me for any weapons before dragging me to the back of a transport van leaving me alone and left in the dark with my fate unknown.

　　That is how I become prisoner number four-zero -four-five. There was no trial. No Judge to decide my fate. To the law, I am an unwed fertile female in need of correcting. I needed a strict hand to guide me in becoming a proper female for society.

　　With a sigh, I find that I am last to line up with the other and take a chance to look at the girls in the corridor. Many are like me, here for petty theft or burglary hoping to make a living and find some form of escape from the hell called the Capital Slums. After our meal, we will be sent to the many facilities to work either in the mines, the textile shops or the farms where we obtain the food we eat. But this is work only for thieves.

　　For prostitutes, their fates are worse.

　　If you were caught and arrested as a p********e and sent here, you have one of two options. Accept the help to change right away and be sent to what we call the "Plush" room where you will be trained as a proper lady before being sold to the aristocrats as a mistress. Or be defiant and endure the Guards taking turns r****g you until you break and are forced into submission. From there you are sent to the Palace and the Regent - Juden Trilavantas - decides your fate. Although I hear that the fate he chooses for you is worse than being sold as a mistress.

　　Rubbing my tired eyes, I count the number of p********e in line up - four. These are the ones that were screaming last night, their first night in this prison. These are the ones that said no to being sent to the Plush room and after a night of the Guards treatment, were given a chance to reconsider their options and by the looks of their hunched over, wobbling figures, they choose to repent and be rehabilitated. They will be enjoying the plush room from now on until they are deemed worthy to leave.

　　With a sigh, I follow behind my line as the Guards order us to move, watching a primly dressed woman approach the four broken prisoners and guide them away. For some reason I find myself being thankful that I stole to survive instead of selling my body as I watch their listless bodies move towards another corridor.

　　"Thanks Artie." I smile at Aurther the head chef of the prison, a gentle giant of a man who got stuck here after killing a man in self defense. Everyone loves him. He is friendly, polite and always helping those that don't cause him any trouble. The best part is if you are kind to him and help him in the kitchen, then you'll earn extra desert in this hell hole.

　　"Not a problem Alli Cat. Also, take this." Holding out a cupcake to me, I quickly reach over to receive the treat and place it onto my tray, my necklace slips out from under the collar of my shirt and catching the light as I do so.

　　"You better hide that or some one will try to steal it." Aurther states quietly, motioning to the simple chain with a locket. With his warning, I quickly reach for the necklace and tuck it back into its hiding spot, praying that no one else saw it as the insignia on it is the only clue to my past. That and a photo of me as a baby placed inside with the note 'my darling, my world, my princess' written by a feminine hand, one I believe to be my mother's. After confirming with Aurther that no one saw, I thank him and his staff once more before taking a large bottle of water at the end of the que and make my way to the lone table in the corner.

　　Not many like to sit here with the corner table being isolated from everyone else, but I prefer this table. It gives me the advantage of looking around the room to see who is left here in this Prison and who is new. Of course, not many have left since my last time in solitary confinement, but ten new girls have joined us this morning. The new ones are the hardest to deal with. They are either scared and jumpy, crying at the drop of a hat or arrogant and thinking they rule the Prison when really that will just earn them a beating or solitary confinement. And they always come for me since I sit alone.

　　I take a deep breath and close my eyes; three more months and I will be out of here if I stay on my best behavior. If I can stay our of solitary confinement this week, then I will not have to worry about another one being added to my sentence.

　　"Hey, b***h I like that necklace I saw earlier." Comes a snarky voice before me. The room goes silent, the clinking of silverware on plates stopping as everyone most likely turns to stare. A good show will begin for those watching on.

　　Slowly I open my eyes and look at the curly haired redhead in front of me and stop myself from sighing. p********e my mind registered, taking in her looks from her slightly bruised and messy body to the arms crossed under her large breasts that the shirt barely hides hickies under. Guards must have had fun trying to break her, so why is she here and not the plush room.