JOSETTE PUSHED MISCHA into the room. Mischa lunged forward but then stopped and turned so that her back was to neither Josette nor Coralie. She backpedaled to the wall.318Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvhU9EP9OLK
In French, Josette said, "Remove all your clothing."
All prisoners were required to submit to a strip search upon any guard's request at any time. Mischa had no legal right to say no, so said the next best thing: "Fuck you!!!"
There was one window, covered with iron bars, that looked out over the courtyard where they first got off the bus, where Coralie first beat the piss out of Mischa. Josette closed the inside shutter, leaving the three women in total privacy.
Josette and Coralie looked at each other, and they seemed to make a decision that Coralie would go first. Mischa wasn't sure what that meant but she had an idea.
Josette poured herself and Coralie a cup of vodka. She even offered Mischa one but she was too tense to respond. Mischa's hands balled into fists.
The two guards saluted one another and downed their shots. Coralie sat on the cot and loosened the belt on her pants.
In French, Josette said, "You will pleasure us. First, Coralie."
Mischa didn't respond, didn't move, which itself was an answer.
Coralie pulled down her pants and lay flat on the cot, resting her disgusting little head on the pillow. Josette advanced on her with predatory eyes and her nightstick drawn. "You will do this," she said. "You have no choice."
Mischa shook her head no. Josette got close to hear and swatted the nightstick in her direction. She wasn't trying for serious contact, but she caught her hand, raised in defense, rapping her knuckles hard. Mischa shuffled away from her, as if they were dancing around the room to music only they could hear. Josette was herding her toward the cot, where Coralie had now pulled her underwear down to her ankles and awaited her.
"You will do this," said Josette in French, "or you will spend the rest of your life confined to a wheelchair."
She swatted the nightstick at her once more, this time landing with a crack on her wrist. Mischa was like a trapped mouse, her back to the wall, ready to move in either direction, while Josette shadowed her.
"Please, don't!" Mischa blurted out with rising panic.
"Josette," Coralie called out. In her peripheral vision, Mischa saw Coralie hike up her underwear and pants. "Nous devons commencer avac elle."
We will have to start with her. A shudder coursed through Mischa.
Coralie got off the cot, took her nightstick, and joined Josette. Josette handed her nightstick to Coralie, so her hands were free.
In an instant, Josette was on Mischa, grabbing the actress's hair with one hand and tearing at her shirt with the other. She wrestled Mischa to the floor and the latter tried to scream but sheer terror prevented her from uttering a word. Mischa moved her legs furiously and tried to push Josette off her but she was far stronger than Mischa was, and her fury seemed to outweigh the actress's fear.
Her forearm to Mischa's face held her down and she yanked off the actress's pants. Mischa tried desperately to find her voice, as if it would do any good to scream in there, as if anyone would listen, and then she realized that as brutal as the physical torture had been, it didn't hold a candle to this, to this violation, this utter invasion....
"Don't move!" Josette grunted into her face. Mischa was now naked from the waist down, as Coralie approached her with her nightstick in one hand.318Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmvUFQ1oN0l
Tears blinded Mischa's eyes, her pulse exploded through her body, bells and whistles screaming in her brain.....DON'T, PLEASE DON'T....318Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAhB3dGaOp5
And then the alarm bells went off. Real ones, booming sirens throughout the prison. All of them froze. They looked at each other for a beat before panic spread across Josette's face.318Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBLq0dJ2zJk
Real alarms. Sirens with a distinctive cadence----beepbeepbeep---buzz----beepbeepbeep--buzz. Mischa had never heard them before, but they'd been explained to her. They could mean only one thing.318Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqJE2dZILuG
Someone was trying to escape!318Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhG36uy5MVq
