THE MADAM

I parted my lips to say something. To defend myself, but I knew that it would be useless—so I stopped myself. I stood numbly, saying nothing and doing nothing while she dragged me out roughly. Cuffing my wrist tightly, she pushed me towards the unkept prisoner's bathroom while throwing an inmate uniform towards me which landed luckily on my cuffed hands. “Change! You have two seconds,” she sneered in disgust. I looked down to my bound hands and I raised them before me. “My wrists are cuffed. How…how can I…?” I stammered, but she snapped, cutting my words off. “Sort it out yourself. Anything higher than two seconds, I’ll make sure you face punishment,” she hissed irritatedly. My chest burnt at her outright disrespect knowing she was doing this on purpose, but I said nothing. I pushed the door open the only way I could and I stepped inside, but not before hearing her sneer. “Young madam of the Blackwood my foot,” She ended with a small laugh. I had no idea how long I took. But how could