“Miss McManus, Miss Johannsen" she said, showing us the respect deserved of someone making her rich, “I’m afraid we’re screwed royally. The new prison is ready to open soon. That bitch new warden Katherine Kelly has canned all the current staff, including me! It looks like we’re out of business. Here’s a copy of the new rule book…trust me, you won’t like it!"
I sat numb as I read the new rules. Discipline and control were stressed over and over….something there sure wasn’t much of here. Hard labor….no smoking….no commissary…..striped uni’s….and those prison haircuts!
Poor Cory was going to be stuck in max for at least five years! She was in on a violent rap, and had lots of violent write-ups before she made trusty. I should be eligible for medium though…a non-violent offense and only one write-up for a minor spat with wmy rat boyfriend when the bastard had the nerve to come visit me once. Nothing violent, and I had to do three days only in the hole. That was my ONLY ticket in here.
The girls thought about rioting, but the new guards and a bunch of National Guardsmen arrived, and that squashed any thought of that! The next day, we were all chained at the ankles, waist and wrists in full transport chains, and loaded onto armored busses by the new guards and Guardsmen.
As we were waiting in the bus line, I saw something that shocked me. Shelly Ambrose was in the uniform of a new guard! She was a con who had just gotten out about six months ago, and Cory and I used to have a lot of sexual fun with her.
As we were standing there fully shackled, she just walked up with an evil smile and started running her fingers through our hair. Then she snapped “Get your asses that bus, you rapist bitches!