Cynthia was awaken by the laughters of the guards and dazzled by the lights that shone into her cell. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see and laid very very still when her cell door opened with a clang, Her little cell was suddenly full of people. She opened her eyelids narrowly and watched, making no other movement, pretending to be fast asleep
They guards had not come for her, she was relieved to find out.They had the new girl with them, dragging her into the cell. Through half-closed eyelids, Cynthia could see that the girl was twisting and tugging against the guards, and could hear that her cries were muffled by something in her mouth while the guards laughed. They dragged her to the other bed, held her kicking and twisting onto the mattress. Cynthia heard the clicks of the handcuffs when the girl's wrists were cuffed to the railing at the bead of the bed, and the sound of metal clanging against metal when she tugged and yanked at her restraints. "Get the ankles" She heard one of the guards curses under her breaths, and then more clicks, and a keening sound from the girl through her gag.
She suppressed a gasp when she saw the guards bending over the girl, doing something to her that she could not see. The girl was struggling so hard that her body was hitting the mattress with audible thuds. Her muffled cries were heard by others, and from across the hall, she could hear giggles from the other cells.
She shut her eyes again when the guards turned to her, but they did not stay. The lights went out, the cell door opened and closed. The metallic gears grated and the door was locked back in place. Cynthia opened her eyes again listening to the foodsteps fading down the hallway. For what seemed like an eternity, she could hear the girl trying to cry out, until finally the struggling stopped. Cynthia sat up and looks over to the other bed. The girl's eyes were shut, and her face averted away from her, but she was awake, Cynthia could tell. She seemed to have calmed.
The new girl was cuffed to the bed on her back, her legs left parted and cuffed to the corners by the guards. She shifted from time to time, pulling on the cuffs with balled fists, her chest rising and falling heavily with her breaths Her prison blouse was drawn across her body, only Cynthia could see that all the buttons were undone. Her long legs were bare, and her cotton panties - the waistband pulled partly down her hips - were the only thing on her lower body
Cynthia watched the girl and wondered who she was, why she was there, and what had happened to her.
They guards had not come for her, she was relieved to find out.They had the new girl with them, dragging her into the cell. Through half-closed eyelids, Cynthia could see that the girl was twisting and tugging against the guards, and could hear that her cries were muffled by something in her mouth while the guards laughed. They dragged her to the other bed, held her kicking and twisting onto the mattress. Cynthia heard the clicks of the handcuffs when the girl's wrists were cuffed to the railing at the bead of the bed, and the sound of metal clanging against metal when she tugged and yanked at her restraints. "Get the ankles" She heard one of the guards curses under her breaths, and then more clicks, and a keening sound from the girl through her gag.
She suppressed a gasp when she saw the guards bending over the girl, doing something to her that she could not see. The girl was struggling so hard that her body was hitting the mattress with audible thuds. Her muffled cries were heard by others, and from across the hall, she could hear giggles from the other cells.
She shut her eyes again when the guards turned to her, but they did not stay. The lights went out, the cell door opened and closed. The metallic gears grated and the door was locked back in place. Cynthia opened her eyes again listening to the foodsteps fading down the hallway. For what seemed like an eternity, she could hear the girl trying to cry out, until finally the struggling stopped. Cynthia sat up and looks over to the other bed. The girl's eyes were shut, and her face averted away from her, but she was awake, Cynthia could tell. She seemed to have calmed.
The new girl was cuffed to the bed on her back, her legs left parted and cuffed to the corners by the guards. She shifted from time to time, pulling on the cuffs with balled fists, her chest rising and falling heavily with her breaths Her prison blouse was drawn across her body, only Cynthia could see that all the buttons were undone. Her long legs were bare, and her cotton panties - the waistband pulled partly down her hips - were the only thing on her lower body
Cynthia watched the girl and wondered who she was, why she was there, and what had happened to her.
