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“No, PLEASE…”
Jaime grabbed Blake’s head and thrust it forward, just enough so the tips of the blades were touching her lips but not enough to pierce them. “Open wide, damn you. You know I can force you.”
Blake’s lips started to part, her head shaking as she was sobbing. She tremblingly closed her mouth around the device and started sucking on the cold matter, praying the inside of her mouth wouldn’t be cut by the blades. At least the edges of the device weren’t jagged; bumpy and unfinished, but she could live with that.
“You don’t have to do it for long,” Jaime sneered. “You might cut yourself, and I ain’t gonna let a chance to kiss that sweet, sweet mouth go… I hate the taste of blood. The sight of it, not so bad.”
Blake swallowed it for a few seconds longer before pulling back, looking up at her unfeeling captor and trying not to think of where Jaime was planning to put that.
“Take it off. And don’t even think about saying no again…”
Getting up, Blake mechanically removed her prison uniform and dropped it to the floor, showing Jaime her golden naked body. Beaming, the insane woman took it all in as she walked around her, caressing her sides as she did and not missing the opportunity to give her breasts a squeeze. Blake let out a little cry as Jaime prodded one of her soft buttocks with the blades, pressing JUST enough for it to be noticed but not enough to cut through.
“My my, Mocha Buns must just be soaking her panties every day knowing she can’t have you… looking at what you got just never gets old. Guess what – you ain’t gonna get old either!” Jaime cackled. “Gimme a spread while you’re there.”
Swallowing, Blake cupped her own ass, moved her legs apart a few inches and bent forward, spreading them. Jaime was only eyeing Blake’s front and rear entrances for a few moments, but for the tall blonde it might as well have been forever. At least she didn’t feel Jaime’s tongue down there…
“Lie down by the bed, if you don’t mind.”
Blake obeyed, her hands by the bedframe as Jaime took the woman’s uniform, tore off a couple of strips, and tied her hands securely. The frame had been built into the floor, so there was no way for her to lift it off and get loose; Jaime was such an expert in knot-tying that she was watching Blake’s exposed thighs all the while she was tying the hands.
The captured blonde had had women come on to her even before she’d gotten mixed up with this crew – even before that business with Emma Roberts. But not even the time a bunch of her classmates had attacked her after school had been as bad as this; they had thought she was sleeping with their boyfriends (which she did in fact do after that attack – revenge, in this case, was a dish best served hot and sweaty) but none of them had actually tried to do permanent harm to her. Whereas…
As Blake turned her head to one side Jaime Pressly straddled her, the deadly device right above her crotch. “Look at me.”

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Blake stayed where she was.
“I said LOOK AT ME!”
Blake, by now not even trying to keep from weeping, looked into Jaime’s ice-cold eyes as the woman rested a hand on her chest, preparing to make the first thrust into Blake.
“This is gonna hurt,” Jaime said calmly, and moved her hips back. “A lot.”
The cell was immediately filled by a loud, piercing scream – thanks to a fire extinguisher that smashed against the side of Jaime’s head.  That, and the second blow to the body which knocked her off the terrified Blake, and sent her crashing onto the corner where the floor and wall met.
“Damn right,” panted an extinguisher-wielding Hayden Panettiere, as captive and captor alike gaped at her.
"What the FUCK?!?” Jaime goggled, rapidly trying to clear her head. "But I locked the --"
"Thank Megan. I showed her my tricks, she showed me hers," Hayden explained as a stunned Blake watch the new arrival swiftly step over her legs and swing back the extinguisher – and if Hayden had done it a few seconds earlier it would have been over right then and there.
But as she brought it down, Jaime brought her hands up and grabbed it; this time she was ready. Getting up and shoving back, Jaime rapidly propelled Hayden and the extinguisher away from Blake and pinned her to the wall at the far end of the cell, Hayden struggling to keep enough space between the two so that device wouldn’t go in her.
“I made this for her, not for you, so I’m giving ONE chance,” Jaime grunted. “You stay out of this, go back outside and make like you got here after I was done, and you get to keep breathin’…  I’m gonna finish off Boobs Legsly if it’s the last thing I ever do.”
“You kill Blake and it WILL be the last thing you ever do,” Hayden answered in between gasps.
“What, you think you can take me?”
“Again? Yeah. I won’t even use this,” Hayden added, nodding to the extinguisher.
Jaime undid the device and threw it onto the bed, glancing at Blake – and seeing to her satisfaction that the hope that had come back there was replaced with fear. “I ain’t done with you, girl,” she assured her, before facing Hayden again.
“All right, Halfpint – let’s dance…”
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“Welcome back to the land of the living, kid.”
As the last vestiges of bleariness fled his head, Vance’s vision came back to him. His crotch was throbbing from the gift Shay had given him, almost as much as his head; but he would still rather have seen Miss Mitchell looking down on him than the sardonic features of Jane Lynch. A dressed,

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cowed and embarrassed Scarlett Johansson standing next to her was no comfort. Ditto a slightly less embarrassed Brad.
“Hope she gave you a good one,” the guard said casually. “’Cause it’ll be the last one you get for some time if we don’t get ‘em back.”
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Under Warden Milano’s reign Cell 3849 had been annexed to the ones on either side, making it three times the size of a normal cell – the better to have the odd romps in. Rumour had it that the warden herself had used it from time to time, which certainly explained the presence of carpet flooring.
Right now Hayden Panettiere and Jaime Pressly were on the floor, with the former getting ground down by the latter; Hayden thrashed upwards and yanked Jaime’s hair aside, wrenching her just enough over to loosen her grip a little and giving her a chance to punch upwards. It connected with her face, but not enough to hurt her – Jaime replied by clutching Hayden by the front of her uniform, dragging her up and throwing her across the cell.
She landed with a crash on the far side, hitting the bars before sliding to the ground. Hayden struggled to get up before Jaime could get over, but didn’t make it; a fist landed on her face, and that DID hit hard enough to hurt. Her head ringing, the small blonde lunged forward and shoved a hand up Jaime’s uniform, grabbing the killer’s pussy and finding the clit.
“Well now, ain’t that a nice little – “Jaime started, before howling as Hayden’s thumb and forefinger twisted the clit, giving her an idea of what it was like for men to be kicked in the balls while Hayden clawed at Jaime’s right side, ripping a shred of her uniform and scratching a little of the exposed skin off. Jaime smacked Hayden across the face, knocking her over before slamming an elbow into her back. Hayden kicked out at Jaime, getting enough space to leap forward, and bit her on her upper right thigh.
And she bit DEEP.
Blake wished she could have covered her ears to block out the loud, piercing scream that came from Jaime as Hayden dug her teeth in further than Shay had gone before with poor Vance’s penis, bursting the skin and feeling some of the muscle beneath. That was no love bite, not by a long shot. Hayden hung in there for a little longer like a feral dog before pulling back, spitting out some of the blood – which was all she had time to do before Jaime, her eyes like thunder, shoved her head against the wall with a crack.
“You like biting, midget?! DO YA!?! Well, anything you can do…” Jaime bared her teeth and dove in, planning to make Hayden Panettiere the second girl whose throat she’d ripped out.
Hayden shot her head aside and out of the way with a nanosecond to spare. Neither of them got out of that intact; Jaime cracked a couple of teeth when she hit the bars, and Hayden had plunged onto the floor so sharply that she’d landed on a right arm that wasn’t in the best position for such a tactic. But she was able to get her feet into Jaime’s stomach as the furious woman turned on her, shoving

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her away and landing on the nearby director’s chair – the one that the guards liked to take turns using when filming. It was actually a regular chair, and a hard one. As Jaime found out.
And as HAYDEN found out when, while she was getting up, Jaime took it and swung it at the little blonde. It crashed against her legs, making her fall several feet away from Blake; the chair wasn’t broken, and mercifully neither were Hayden’s legs, but Jaime was going for a second try. She brought up the chair and hurled it down, and Hayden rolled aside, getting most of herself out of the way.
That time the chair went bye-bye, and Hayden wailed – it had gotten her right arm. It wasn’t broken, but it was hurting… Jaime cackled with delight on seeing she was getting somewhere, and promptly stood on it, grinding a foot on her wrist.
“Looks like that hurt…”
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” Blake screamed.
“Don’t you worry none, hotass,” Jaime called as Hayden tried to get one of the chair pieces. “I’ll leave her in a little while.”
As Hayden’s fingers closed on one of the chair legs, Jaime swiftly knelt – still standing on the girl’s wrist – and picked up the fire extinguisher. Then she brought it down on Hayden’s injured arm, producing another painful cry followed by another one, thanks to Jaime hitting the other arm and forcing her to drop the chair leg.
“Didn’t say *I* couldn’t use this, Pint Size,” Jaime pointed out, and slammed the extinguisher against the luckless young woman’s legs. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just drop this on your head right now.”
“’Cause you wanna fuck me one last time?” Hayden suggested.
That was purely a straw being grasped, but Jaime nodded; she knelt down and pushed the nozzle of the fire extinguisher into Hayden’s mouth. “Over to the table, or you get to find out what this tastes like.”
“Hayden…?” Blake asked in disbelief, and received a look from the youngest of the three blondes that she really hoped was saying “Trust me.”
Painfully getting up, Hayden walked over to the table with Jaime leading her and holding the extinguisher, and swiftly she was tied with more straps of uniform to the table’s legs, directly across from Blake. Even though the latter’s legs were spread, Hayden kept her eyes firmly on Blake’s face.
“Perfect,” Jaime said, picking up the device and looking at Hayden. “Enjoy the show, Itty Bitty – you get to be the encore.”
Jaime approached Blake, and wielding the device stroked the tall blonde’s entire body with it, the blades touching the skin hard enough to make Blake squirm, but not hard enough to cut flesh. Jaime particularly liked seeing her expression when she touched the Lively snatch with it.

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Hayden had her eyes focused away from Jaime’s little display, because they were on a small bundle. During the fight with Jaime her own tools had come out of her uniform, and they were within reach of her foot. It was the getting there that would be tough – her legs were still smarting from that damn extinguisher, and she knew Jaime wasn’t about to waste much time on foreplay.  Trying not to make a sound, Hayden rested her feet on the bundle and started to drag it closer.
Clenching her teeth, Hayden had the bundle by her side. Then she started searching around the knot, trying to pull it a little in any direction so the whole bond would move around her wrists – she knew she couldn’t pull apart the knot because Jaime had tied it well, but if she could get a bit of the untied fabric on the edge of the table leg… YES! There it was. She began to rub the fabric along the edge. And to pray.
“Go on your side a bit – one more thing I gotta do…” Jaime said casually to Blake, whose first instinct was to say no.
But then she saw Hayden. And the bundle. And hating herself but knowing it was ironically probably her only chance she went on her side without a word, and thanked the heavens she couldn’t see Jaime behind her resting her rough hands on her cheeks and slipping her lizard-like tongue into the tiny hole between them. At least Emma Roberts hadn’t tried that, but only because of time pressures – Blake wished she had eaten something… but knowing Jaime, she’d probably like it. Still, if it bought Hayden some time…
“Soft and sweet, just the way I like it,” Jaime said to Blake casually as she moved her head back from the captive’s behind. “I could do this all day, but it’s time for the main event.”
Rolling Blake back in position, Jaime kissed the blonde’s mole and buckled the device back on, and then had a grab of Blake’s boobs – “Never got to do that either” – before she started to climb onto her.
And felt a hand grabbing her leg and start to pull her back, breaking the mood.
“OH YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!” Jaime roared, kicking back and connecting with Hayden’s face, sending her back as the crazed woman turned to finish her off. But not before Hayden had dived towards the little bundle – just as Jaime spotted it.
“NOT HAPPENING!” she shouted, and kicked it away from Hayden through the doors… but by that time Hayden had snatched the smallest of the blades inside. The young woman howled as Jaime stomped on the wrist and kicked her repeatedly in the stomach and chest, sending her under the table before turning back to Blake, whose eyes were widened with terror.
“Say goodbye, whore,” Jaime snarled and headed for the terrified Blake. She was moving fast – and Hayden was moving as fast as she could behind her, reaching for Jaime’s waist with one hand, holding the blade with the other.
Whispering “Please…” Hayden slashed out as her other hand clutched the strap.
The blade sliced along the small of Jaime’s back as the psycho plunged towards Blake, making a little red path downwards – and through the leather. As it cut through, Hayden wrenched the strap to the left harder than she had ever pulled anything in her life…

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…and Jaime Pressly landed on Blake Lively.
Blake’s instinctive scream tailed off when she felt Jaime’s pussy against hers. And nothing else.
“HUH?” both said in shock and surprise as Jaime levered herself off her prisoner, and looked down to see that her pride and joy was gone. Hayden had ripped it off Jaime in time and hurled it away towards the cell door, and now there she was, heading for it.
“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST *DIE?!?*” Jaime howled, shooting off Blake and cannoning into Hayden as her hands grasped the device; she slammed her hands onto the floor, forcing Hayden to drop it; she grabbed it, wielding it while holding the small blonde down with her other hand.
“You thought you could bring it, could you?!”  Jaime snarled, bringing the device down. Ignoring the pain shooting through her arm, Hayden grabbed Jaime’s device hand and started to push back.
“Now who’s the bitch here, huh?!”  Jaime growled. “Who’s – the – bitch – here!?”
“YOU,” Hayden spat, and shoved the device away from her and into Jaime’s left breast.
Her opponent’s scream coincided with Jaime’s other hand moving off her, letting Hayden hit her in the chest with her forehead. As Jaime staggered back, an enraged Hayden punched her in the jaw and nose repeatedly, and then sent her to the carpet and mounted her. Jaime tried to get out from under her, but the ex-reporter was rapidly raining down her little but furious fists.
“I TOLD YOU!” Hayden screamed in between blows. “I AIN’T YOUR BITCH! YOU – ARE – MINE!”
Then she clutched Jaime’s throat and throttled her, screaming “YOU! ARE! MINE!!!!” over and over, before letting her hands loose. Jaime’s head lolled to one side as she lay still under the heaving blonde, the device sliding out of the wounds of her chest and rolling onto the floor.
“I don’t care how good you are at it - no one fucks my ass without asking, Saline Tits,” Hayden said as she caught her breath. “No one.”
She got off Jaime, kicking the unconscious beaten blonde, and winced as she bent to pick up her knife before she turned to a stunned Blake. The woman’s body was trembling and her eyes were flooded with tears, but she was unharmed.
“You okay, Blake?” Hayden asked, cutting her bonds and freeing her – and getting her answer an instant later as the shattered blonde embraced her, tears of joy falling on her shoulder.
“Th… th… thank you! THANK YOU! OH, THANK YOU!!!” Hayden let the knife drop in shocked surprise as Blake held her; not that she had a problem with being held by a naked sexy blonde, but… “Bless you, Hayden! You saved my life – I thought I was…”
“Shhh,” Hayden said soothingly, patting the rescued woman. “Jaime’s done, but we still gotta get out of here. Come on, get your stuff on.”
“She… she said she wanted to do that the time we first met… the girl’s crazy…” Still disbelieving, Blake picked her uniform up and slipped it on.

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“Yeah, I know. She isn’t gonna touch you again, count on it.”
Blake nodded, clasping Hayden’s hands as they heard a whole load of footsteps heading down the corridor rapidly. Not wanting to be in the cell any longer, the two stepped outside.
“What took you guys so long?” Hayden asked on seeing the other members assembled there.
“We had farther to go and more people to… fuck, what happened to you?” Emma asked, taking in the reporter’s battered but still quite hot appearance and Blake’s nervous demeanour.
“And where’s Jaime?” Megan asked.
Blake pointed towards Alyssa’s Place. The whole team looked through the bars, and saw the remains of the chair – and the supine Pressly, making all of them gaze at the two blondes in shock.
“Holy mother of mercy…” Roselyn gasped. “What happened?”
“Jaime got here just after I did,” Blake managed to say. “She… she wanted…”
“Jaime wanted to kill her. And rape her,” Hayden said flatly.
“Don’t you mean—“ Jennifer started.
“No,” Hayden and Roselyn said together. Roselyn in particular sounded stunned; she had never doubted Jaime was capable of something like this, but for some reason she had never imagined it would be among one of her own.
“Fuck…” Emma shook her head, seeing the device lying beside Jaime. “What is that thing?”
“Jaime made it… she made me suck on that before she…” Blake shook her head, not wanting to talk about it. “If Hayden hadn’t busted in here—“
“YOU did this?!?” Olivia interrupted, looking at Jaime and then back at the small blonde. “What are you, a superhero?”
“She’s *my* hero for sure,” Blake said softly.
“And a lot tougher than she looks,” Shay noted. It still embarrassed her to think about how Hayden had cold-cocked her during the getaway.
“Pressly made it harder for us though,” Megan spat. “She could wake up while we’re cutting through the floor.”
“We could all still take her,” Emma pointed out.
“Yeah, and she could take some of US,” Jennifer replied.
“So why are we all still standing here?”
Roselyn didn’t wait for an answer to her own question, and neither did any of the others. Taking a page from Lot and his daughters as they began to race towards the other block, none of them – especially a tiny blonde and a taller one – looked back.

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* * * * * * * * * *
None of them looked UP. Though in fairness, the camera installed in the ceiling of Alyssa’s Place was so small that none of them would have seen it even if they were.
“Quite the little spitfire, our Miss Panettiere,” Kate Winslet said as she, Cate Blanchett and Grace Park studied the scene in the cell, watching the team vacate the premises; the head guard had wanted to go to the cell the moment it came up on the security screens, but Kate had pointed out that they’d all be gone before she could get there. “If only circumstances were different…”
“Yeah, Hayden said something kinda like that about you, Cate,” Grace said casually.
“If I was in charge here, no one would ever call the warden by her first name,” Cate said far less casually.
“I didn’t mean the kind that comes with a K - she already did Winslet,” Grace pointed out. “Her and Lady Godiva 2.0 like playing they’re bringing out your inner lesbian – Emma’s always you because Hayden’s the whooty in that particular setup and you… well, you know.”
“No. I don’t know,” the Australian said stiffly.
“And you say they were going to leave through there?” Kate asked Grace hastily, seeing Cate had tightened the grip on her chair.
“Yeah. Of course, now Jaime fucked that up…”
“Actually, if Pressly had succeeded there would have been one less person to deal with,” the warden pointed out. “I’m not sure Cate here would have minded. Now, if we can have the layout—“
“They’re heading to the gym,” the hacker interrupted. “That’s where the other way out is. Once they get into the pipes you can station some shooters at—“
“Thank you, but all I need to know is where they’ll go in and where they’ll go out. Blanchett,” Kate continued, “when you have all the guards together, half will go to the gym and follow them into the system. The other half must include Carey Mulligan and Carly Chaikin…”
“Why?” asked Cate.
“Because they’re Remy Hadley’s best shots. They and the rest of the other half will go directly to the western outlet, to give our would-be escapees a reception they will never forget… for however long they’re alive.”

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The keycard now back in Emma’s hand, she swiped it at the main entrance to the cellblock as the others, each clutching a weapon of some kind, kept a look in case someone was behind them.
“Shit, should’ve brought a sweater…” Jennifer grumbled as she and the others were greeted with the night air on heading out.

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“Blame the high-ups, and come on!” Roselyn said.
The original plans for Remy Hadley had had a hallway between the two cell blocks, but it was removed later to expand the outdoor area because the prisoners required more fresh air. Nice for their health in most cases, except for tonight. If they’d had enough time they could have backtracked halfway around the prison to get to where they had to be… but they didn’t.
“Zig zag, all of you,” Roselyn said tersely as they ran onto the grounds. “It’s our only chance.”
Just as she finished saying that and as each one ran away from the others, the grounds were flooded with lights - and the guards on the outer walls started shooting as eight women raced this way and that, each one running as fast as their feet could carry them towards the other cellblock while bullets whizzed around them. None of them had any idea which shot was coming from where, and the only thought running through their heads was “Please don’t let it be me…”
Even though the territory between the blocks wasn’t that big, for each of the ladies it seemed like an eternity. But the other block got closer and closer, and there were plenty of yells from each woman – but it was from all of them.
Emma put on a final burst and bounded to the entrance to the block, and had the card ready. Within seconds Roselyn was there and Emma swiped the card, letting her in. Then Olivia, then Megan, then Shay, then Blake, then Hayden, then Jennifer… SLAM!
The doors shut behind them, the eight convicts allowed themselves a few seconds to catch their breaths, each one mentally thanking their lucky stars they’d gotten this far.
“I wanna stay here just as much as you,” Roselyn said between gasps, before putting temptation behind her and heading as fast as she could to the next stop.
“Roselyn-“ Shay started.
“I know,” the leader interrupted, trying to ignore the bullet lodged in her left arm. “It’ll keep.”
Glancing at Olivia, whose upper right thigh had a little growing red mark on it, Shay could only nod.
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Shaking her head to clear it as she revived, Jaime Pressly took mental stock of her body. She was hurting but almost proud; who’d have thought that hobbit would’ve done so much damage? She’d had worse beatings, but not from someone the size of a peanut.
Looking around Alyssa’s Place, she saw her little friend lying next to her, and cracked an evil smile. “Should’ve thrown it out the window, Itty Bitty,” she said to herself, and picked up the deadly device before shoving aside pieces of table and chair – they were in the way of the panel.
Cutting through the carpeted floor, Jaime flung back the fabric to reveal the panels underneath. If they’d all been there there’d have been several blades working on the panel they needed to prise out and get into the sewers; Jaime was all alone, but she was strong, she was fast, and she was determined. She’d open this thing with her fingernails if she had to, and when she caught up with

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them she was going to be opening several more things up - starting with that annoying little blonde and leaving Blake Lively for last.
The panel started to give, and Jaime smiled again.
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“Are the others back in their cells?” Cate Blanchett asked, glaring at Brad, Vance and Scarlett Johansson once they had been verbally disembowelled by the sharp-faced Australian in front of all the other guards gathered outside their changing facilities. Which was ALL the other guards.
“Actually, the only one who was still out was Nina Agdal,” Sarah Wayne Callies answered. “Taylor Momsen was turning the air blue when we got to Olivia Wilde’s cell, so she can’t have been in on it –“
“That wasn’t what I asked. Are they all back, yes or no?” 
“Yes.”
“NO!” Cate snapped, making them jump. “They are NOT all back. Nine of them are at large on the grounds, and we know they have weapons.”
She gave Vance and Scarlett another withering look. “At least Mr. Meadow was unconscious before Miss Mitchell took his nightstick; Miss Johansson, you have no such excuse. And they have your gun.”
Scarlett just looked at the floor, wishing she could be somewhere else right now – anywhere else, including at home with ptomaine.
“We can only hope we can stop them before they add to their body count,” the head guard continued. “Now they are heading towards the western outlet, and that is where half of you will be going. Alba, you’ll be in charge of your group; Mulligan, Chaikin – you’ll be going with her. And the moment those women emerge, you will unleash God’s own fury on them; no one has gotten out of Remy Hadley since I arrived, and no one ever will.”
“What about the other half?” asked Jessica Alba.
“We’ll be following them through the sewers; if we can catch them before they arrive all well and good. If not, at least we’ll be able to stop them if anyone tries to doubleback. Either way, we’ll get them on both sides… what is it, Johansson?”
Scarlett wished Cate hadn’t seen the unease on her face. Weren’t they supposed to try and bring them in unharmed, instead of basically using them for target practice? She tried to hide her feelings, but Cate just shook her head.
“The rest of you wait here,” said the head guard, beckoning to Scarlett to join her in the changing room.
“Poor kid,” Julie Bowen said to herself. “Twice in one night…”

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“Do I have to remind you that I’m the head guard here, not you?” Cate told her once they entered. “Just because you like dropping your trousers for the prisoners…”
“My parents brought me up to treat people like people,” Scarlett replied. “Not animals.”
“You’re walking on thin ice, Johansson. Convicts lose any right to be treated as people the second they break the law.”
“Good thing you don’t have kids…”
“Crack, crack,” Cate said. “The ice is breaking.”
Scarlett breathed deeply to try and calm herself down – maybe she could get her case across without losing it. “I just don’t believe in treating them mean all the time. Some of them deserve it, but most of them… you play fair with them, they play fair with you. And the ones breaking out  - do you really believe they’re that dangerous? Pressly, yeah, she should never get out – but the rest of them aren’t the killing kind.”
“I don’t believe in taking chances, and I am not letting them out. Especially that blonde whore,” Cate replied, a hand tightening on her stick at the thought.
“You want them all dead, don’t you? It’s Summer Glau all over again, isn’t it?”
“She fell down the stairway, Johansson. You know that.”
“When she was leaving her cell.”
“Exactly.”
“On the GROUND FLOOR… please, Blanchett, spare me the story about how she got out of line; Summer’s a model prisoner and the only thing she ever did was touch your ass – all you had to do was tell her no…”
“Shut up, Johansson.”
“No, YOU shut up,” the younger guard spat. “We all know what you did, how you smashed her knees – I still have nightmares about her screaming…”
Cate Blanchett wasn’t the kind to yell and jump, but her body did quiver a little on that.
“Yeah, I saw it,” Scarlett said. “I kept quiet because I was scared of you… I’m sorry I sat on this so long. I’m going over to Winslet’s office and when I’ve quit I’m calling the cops; whatever I get from them for being quiet, I’ll deserve it. But maybe I can look Summer Glau in the face now and get some sleep.”
“Johansson-“
“I’m done with this,” Scarlett interrupted. “I’m done with all of it. I’m done with Remy Hadley, I’m done with your little dictatorship, and I’m done with you.”
Before Scarlett could storm out, Cate grabbed her arm tightly with one hand.

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“No,” the Australian replied icily. “I’m done with YOU.”
None of the guards waiting out in the hall enjoyed the next five minutes; they could all hear the loud cracks of Cate Blanchett’s special nightstick as it slammed onto whichever part of Scarlett Johansson she aimed it, and Scarlett’s agonized wails as she begged for Cate to stop, screamed for someone out there to help her, and eventually became muffled, as if she had been hit across the mouth with the weapon.
As Scarlett’s screams turned to subdued little groans and sobs, every single one of them wanted to go in there and rescue her. But none of them wanted to be getting what Scarlett was getting, which was the only possible outcome if any of them went in…
“You were right about one thing,” the head guard said casually, bringing back the nightstick and looking at it with pride before giving the moaning, bloodied, broken, half-dead blonde a contemptuous look. “You *did* deserve it.”
Scarlett started to crawl away towards the door, her voice unable to rise above a whisper.
“Shut up,” Cate said, bringing the nightstick down one last time, striking the top of Scarlett’s pretty head. The guard shuddered once and lay still.
Cate knelt down and felt Scarlett’s wrist, searching for a pulse – she didn’t react to what she found.
“If I could finish the job right now, I would,” she told the unconscious young woman as she replaced her blood-smeared nightstick and opened up her phone, ringing the medical area.
“It’s Blanchett. Get down to the guards’ area at once,” she said calmly. “One of the escapees attacked Scarlett Johansson. Badly.”
Cate hung up and checked her gun; it was fully loaded. Holstering it, she then hefted her pride and joy – her special nightstick, the one that was weighted with iron near the end. The one that she’d used to cripple Summer Glau and now had some of Scarlett Johansson’s blood on it, and the one that she was looking forward to using on those dykes’ skulls.
“And she shall smite the wicked, and cast them into the fiery pit,” she said to herself with the coldest smile ever to grace the Earth, and left to rejoin the others.
* * * * * * * * *
The gymnasium wasn’t situated far from the main entrance, but the gang had to pass the commissary; Olivia insisted on stopping off there to fill up on some snacks, stashing them inside her uniform.
“Long trip to the city,” she explained.
“Long way before we get out of here,” Shay replied, even though she was pilfering some stuff as well.
“You gotta keep a positive state of mind,” Megan chided, getting a few things herself before she and the others vacated the premises. Heading briskly down the halls, she moved next to Hayden – and to

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Blake, who they’d noticed had stuck close to her little protector all the way. Not that Megan could blame her; it was working so far, and neither of them had been hit running across the grounds. But…
“Are you all right, Hayd?” Megan asked.
“Just hurt my hand a little there with Jaime,” she replied. “I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t know,” Blake said thoughtfully. “When you were running back there it looked like your arms were—“
“I’ll be fine, honest,” Hayden interrupted, a little too forcefully. “Let’s just break out, okay?”
“You heard the lady,” Roselyn said, pushing open the door to the gym. “Anyone want to use the bathroom?”
“I’m good,” Jennifer piped up.
“She was trying to make a joke,” Emma explained as the team wandered through the various pieces of equipment where they’d all tortured their bodies at one time or another.
“How come… OH.”
“Good thing you’re hot,” Megan laughed as the ladies entered the bathroom. “You can be really slow sometimes.”
The other way into the tunnels was in through there; once Megan had burned through the floor panels with the flame cutter she had gotten, the others would have to loosen them with the knives she and Hayden had brought. They were one short, but even without Jaime there were enough there so it wouldn’t take long. The hole wouldn’t have to be too big, just enough for them to drop through – say about two or three feet square.
“Let’s hear it for cheapskate American workmanship,” Roselyn smiled, seeing the stream slicing through the tiles. Megan moved the flame quickly, and one by one the ladies started to dig around the rest of the area; it didn’t escape their notice that Hayden was moving her knife more gingerly than the others.
“You guide the fire, Hayd,” Megan said gently. “I’ll cut for you.”
“I could do that instead.”
Shay almost dropped her knife on hearing that voice. It had been unexpected, but none of the others had been as startled as her; it was like she knew who the speaker was.
The gang all turned to see Sarah Shahi standing there, wearing an enormous smile. Since she wasn’t a pain to look at, they would have been a lot happier to see her – even in present circumstances – if she wasn’t flanked by lifers Fontana Maxwell and April Newman. Plus Phoebe Tonkin, Milla Jovovich, Nicki Minaj and Jennette McCurdy.
And Kristen Stewart, whose eyes narrowed when she was Jennifer.
“So what brings you over to the Eastern Bloc?” Sarah chuckled.

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“Sarah?” Shay finally managed to say.
“You know her?” Emma asked.
“I know her family.”
“Is this really the time for a reunion, Shahi?” Jennifer asked testily.
“It’s Kennedy,” Phoebe corrected.
“Don’t get in my light, Wonder From Down Under,” Sarah snapped. “I married into the Kennedys-“
“THE Kennedys?!” Blake interrupted, impressed.
“No, dumbass,” Jennette said. “They’re not East Coast royalty, they’re Nevada mob royalty.”
“Just like Shay here is part of SoCal mob royalty,” Sarah continued. “The Mitchells had an arrangement with my guys two years ago for some meth deals; we met up on neutral ground to close the deal and SOMEONE tipped off the cops. It wasn’t you, I’ll give you that much,” she added, shooting Shay a glare of Death Star proportions. “We all had time to make the switch and get away – well, that’s what we thought…”
“Once we got away we opened up the cases the Mitchells gave us,” April continued. “We agreed on ten million in cash, and there was ten million in there all right.”
“Ten million what, jellybeans?” asked Megan.
“Ten million dollars. All counterfeit,” Sarah said. “Your family stiffed us, Shay, and that meth money was the only thing keeping Brian Kennedy from me; another setup got my man Brian and four others, and thanks to your crew’s stunt they’ve still got him.”
Shay’s knees buckled a little.
“Is that why you didn’t want to go through Nevada?” Emma asked.
“Damn right,” Milla told her. “Ever since that day any Mitchell who sets foot in the state is a dead man walking. Or woman.”
“I got put away last year for trafficking through to the Golden State, and they stuck me in Pica Morales,” Sarah continued. “Until I got transferred here.”
“Probably not for good behaviour,” Megan muttered.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Roselyn asked. “You friends with Grace Park?”
“Grace told some of our friends, yeah. We got friends in high places…”
“How high? The warden?” Hayden asked.
Sarah just gave her a slow smile.
“Oh fuck… it’s Rhona, isn’t it?” Roselyn groaned. “That woman gets everywhere.”

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“Sucks to be you now, don’t it?” Sarah asked the unnerved Shay before turning to her friends. “Ladies, you can go for anyone you want, but Shay Mitchell is mine.”
“Give it your best shot,” Nicki added. “But you ain’t going nowhere…”
* * * * * * * * *
“By the way, thank you for extending your little alarm to cover Sarah Shahi and her friends,” Kate said.  “And for telling them about the gym.”
"That's what friends are for," Grace replied. “You didn’t… um… record any of the displays from Alyssa’s Place, did you?”
“I most certainly did.”
“Think I could watch a few-“
“Absolutely not.”   
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“Kristen here couldn’t wait to join in,” Phoebe continued. “Especially when sexy Sarah here told us about your new friend’s secret past.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Jennifer.
“Don’t hide your light under a bushel, Head Cheerleader Lawrence,” Jennette  cackled. “The first year she went to 12th District School she made the squad – cheered on the Ravens to victory almost every time.”
“Until she became head cheerleader,” Fontana added. “That year the team didn’t lose at all… you must have something really inspiring under there…”
“She does,” said Milla with a huge grin on her face.
All the others, except Jennifer, stared at her in surprise.
“Oh, like any of you would pass THAT up,” the Ukrainian added airily.
“Troian loves it when I dress up like a cheerleader,” Hayden commented. “Never liked the getup myself, but…”
“I hear that,” Megan agreed.
“Don’t worry, you’re not going to have to worry about that any longer,” April assured them. And with that, she went for Hayden; Fontana, no respecter of size, ran alongside her before targeting the much smaller Emma, carrying her outside with the force.
Milla smashed into Megan with such force that the two also tumbled out of the room into the gym.