Tightly wrapping her legs around the bodybuilder, Annabelle repeatedly thrusting her fist into the lady's bloodshed face with no hint of giving up the victory she always wanted, she promised herself she will never lose again and that gave her courage to throw all of her weight onto someone who is so into themselves like the lady she is easily winning over.

Growling in agony, the painted bodybuilder suddenly lifted Annabelle off the bent table to slam her back on the table with a hard movement, cancelling Annabelle's chance to victory when she started coughing up dreadful blood. As the crowd watches, Annabelle dug her thumb inside the bodybuilder's eye socket to create a hot drip of fountain blood to pour onto Annabelle's disgusted face.

Annabelle grasp hold of the ladies hair and violently shook her hair around until the lady tapped in letting her grip on Annabelle. who reacted with a kick sending the bodybuilder backwards. Annabelle jumped from the stable she stood on, kneeing the lady in the face in the progress, as the lady came to feel, Annabelle quickly locked her knee on top of her enemy and waited for her contact to break the skull of the lady as the lady fell onto the floor with the sounds of a crack gushed in spitting blood.

Covered in blood, Annabelle glared at her unconscious opponent, catching on to what she just did as she raised her bloody hands with a shock, her hands trembled to the thought that she could have actually murdered someone this time.

"On the floor!" A police officer yelled with all the female inmates dropping to the floor while Annabelle stood still as she stared at the mess she created by a rush of rage energy. She felt herself be dragged away into an isolation room where she stood for twenty-four hours a week in the empty darkness that had no entertainment to hold on to.

When the day comes to take Annabelle back to her public cell, her reputation in the block changed drastically, her reputation of an accused teacher shaded into The Lying Monster, everyone who looked up to her now looked own at her, showing their envious hatred as she passes by to walk into her cell room where she met Caprice who acted awkward around Annabelle. Her eyes never met with Annabelle's confused eyes as she staggered out of the cell in a way like she was beaten badly.

"What happened...while I was gone...?" Annabelle whispered puzzled, Caprice ached her eyes over to Autumn with a nervous scratch down her ripped arm.

"Don't worry...you shouldn't be involved..." Caprice answered silently, quickly running out of the cell before Annabelle could say another word.

Annabelle glanced around the stained room knowing something was definitely up, but she couldn't do anything because her only friend told her not to, so what she did was wait for the perfect moment. She watched Caprice's every movement, calculating every friend she lost due to some troublesome reason, Annabelle counted how many times Caprice went inside the far bottom bell and came out after like what seems hours went by with more damage added across her body.

Waking up to a police officer banging onto the bars, Annabelle sighed as she rolled over the edge of the bottom bunk to see Caprice was already up, dressing as silent as the grave into her inmate orange outfit.

"Sure you don't want to tell me?" Annabelle suddenly asked, receiving no reaction as Caprice continued dressing.

"Snitches get stitches, so I can't tell you even if I wanted to..." Caprice answered with a defeat.

"You're getting beaten up because of me, aren't you?" Annabelle once again asked, fully gaining a struggling reaction from Caprice.

"N-No, that's stupid..." Caprice lied, Annabelle immediately jetted herself up into a sitting position with a rush of worrisome.

"I hate liars, Caprice, and I want to know why they are beating you up!" Annabelle yapped, keeping her voice low.

"Because I hated the fact that they were calling you a lying monster...AND SO I...got angry and threw a punch!" Caprice admitted eventually, regretting her honest the very next second.

"Now I'm here...let's beat them fuckers up," Annabelle grinned with hype adrenaline, shocking a silenced Caprice s she walked over to Annabelle to crouch under the top bed bun to keep the conversation more of a secret.

"Like...right now...?" Caprice asked in disbelief.

"Yes, right now!" Annabelle chirped, clapping her hands together in excitement, "Let the two accused motherfuckers rain terror!" Annabelle laughed, jumping all over the place.

Once night fell, Annabelle and Caprice walked out of their cells and wandered over to the closing far gate cell on the bottom being shadowed by a floor for other cells, Annabelle placed her foot between the closing door catching suspicious eyes of four ladies who jumped back in terror when they saw Annabelle punch her fists together with a monstrous grin alongside Caprice.

As the four ladies struggled to defend themselves against the waves of destructive punches, all the inmates heard that night was hours of banging and groaning with a mix of blood spilling out of the cells from the pool Annabelle and Caprice formulated by landing their fists over and over again.

A strong friendship was formed on this night, both Annabelle and Caprice became the best buddies and became the fiercest females in battles. They became the best inmates and best friends, they laughed alongside each other.

But happiness never lasted for Annabelle when she walked into her cell gleefully one night to visit a sight of her friend, Caprice, drowning in her own blood of stab wounds the enemies Caprice created did.

"Caprice...?"

To Be Continued...