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Post by Aminee Starlight on Aug 19, 2011 9:11:35 GMT -6
Aminee felt like somebody hit her on the head with a brick. Her eyelids slowly opened and saw what looked like very tall men towering over her through blur vision. She could hear sounds coming from the men in strange military clothing she's never seen before but couldn't make out what until she was being pulled up to her feet by the arm. "H-hey you can't do that! What is the meaning of this!?" "Shut up!" They pinned her down to the hood of their car, forcing Aminee's arms to her back and cuffing her. She couldn't believe it they were actually arresting her. For what? Fainting on stage? Was that a crime now? Aminee struggled but it was no used the man easily overpowered her. "Do you know who I am!?" "Don't care." "I'm Aminee Starlight the biggest Pop Idol of our time!" The soldiers laughed leaving Aminee red in the face with anger. Her struggles would again prove useless as she was forced into the back of the car and drove away from the alleyway she woke up at. How did she get here? What was here? Who were these people? Why did they not know who she was? Everyone did!
Everything was so dark and damp here, nothing compared to the streets of New York City where everything was bright and colorful. Dread filled the air here and it only grew stronger the further down the road they went until they stopped at a small prison facility near the edge of town. Aminee couldn't believe it, they was bringing her directly to a prison? No police station? Trial? Just directly to prison!? What kind of backward country was this!? They dragged her out of the car and into the prison, walking up to a front desk with a man at a computer right next to a steel metal door. "What do we got?" asked the man. "Woman thinks she's a Pop Star." "I am a Pop Star! Look me up, my name is Aminee Starlight and you're making a huge mistake!" "Shut up!" "Look me up goddammit!" The man banged her head against the desk, not hard enough to knock her out but hard enough to get his point across. The man typed her name up in the computer then shook his head. "Sorry there isn't an Aminee Starlight in the database." "What? Th-that can't be right. Are you sure you're spelling it right? It's A. M. I. N-" "Come on!"
The steel doors slowly came open and the soldier led Aminee inside the main halls of the prison. Aminee looked around at all the cells up ahead before she was thrown at the mercy of a prison guard in teal. "She's all yours!" The soldier left, the steel doors closing behind him soon after while she was now being pulled away by the prison guard who grabbed her ass and molested her against a wall. Aminee screamed but her screams would fall on deaf ears while she was brought to a dressing room where they stripped her and hosed her down. Ami got up to her knees after being pushed down to the ground, seeing the lust growing in the prison guards eyes for her body. Fear took over as she tried to get away but Aminee was pulled by the ankle into the middle of the room and forced down on the ground as the small group of men raped her for several hours. A broken and defeated shell of a woman now laid down on the ground before she was pulled up to her feet and dressed in a blue prison jumpshit with a white shirt on underneath and the number 203 sew onto the top right part of her jumpsuit. The prison guards then led her down the long hallway of cells until reaching the very end and throwing her into the cell, a broken woman. Saying nothing Aminee hugged herself on the ground trying to imagine herself being anywhere else but here.
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Post by Ayen on Aug 19, 2011 9:51:36 GMT -6
“They broke you already?”
A female in her 30s that stood at 5'9 came out of the darkness in the corner, her chocolate brown eyes looking at the much younger looking woman who looked like she just been drove to town by the scumbags that ran this place. The cell stank, very, very badly. There were only two bunk beds on the right and one toilet to the left. There were barely enough room for two people but they insisted on pairing them off in twos. The woman tilted her head and then turned back around to rejoin the darkened corner.
“Won’t make it long here at that rate, kid.” |
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Aug 19, 2011 13:08:54 GMT -6
Aminee wasn't in a prison cell in the middle of nowhere, not in her mind anyway. No. She was live at concert on stage absorbing the cheers from her adoring public as she performed all her greatest hits for them to enjoy. But even in the happiest thoughts inside her head she could see them, the prison guards spread out within the audience staring at her, licking their lips while their lustful eyes undressed her. Just like that Aminee felt violated all over again, exposed for all the world to see right on stage. "No. No!" They were on her again, touching her, kissing her, calling her everything from a bitch to a slut. In front of everyone. Aminee felt humiliated and wanted to die. She blamed herself for not being strong enough to do something about it. To do something about these men holding her down when in reality there was nothing she could do but endure and hope for it to be over as soon as possible.
Aminee broke back into reality and saw the face of the woman she was in a cell with, the horrible smell from within the prison cell finally reaching her nose and mouth as she let out a scream at what felt like the sudden appearance of this new roommate. Scooting backward until her back hit the wall fear was very much present in her eyes as her body shook, afraid of being violated again, afraid of being humiliated again. "Please! Don't come any closer!" Aminee was looking for anything she could use as a means to defend herself inside this cell but there was nothing, unless she splashes toilet water in her face but that would probably only piss her off more than harm her. Ami remembered all those horrible things they said about prison, depending on who or what you are made your experience there worst. Aminee didn't know how things could get any worst but she didn't want to give anyone the chance to show her how.
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Post by Ayen on Aug 20, 2011 9:24:33 GMT -6
“This is as far back as I can go.”
She hoped this woman wasn’t claustrophobic, that would only make things more unpleasant for the both of them. The dark haired prisoner walked over to the sealed metal door and looked out the single window on it, looking around at the smug prison guards walking up and down the halls. Ugly looking bastards, no surprise rape is the only way they can get a woman naked. Turning around she looked down at the horrified brunette and spoke.
“You have a name?” |
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Aug 20, 2011 15:39:00 GMT -6
Aminee kept her eyes on the other woman not letting them off her for a second. A cellmate was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now, the guards were bad enough. Oh why couldn't she get her own cell? If anything the fates, gods, or whatever controlled the universe owed her that much for the hell she has just gone through in the dressing room. Alas there was no point complaining, even to herself. For now it seems this woman had no interest in messing with her and even struck the Pop Star as somewhat respectful. It was sad when the inmates were better than the actual people running the prison. You'd think it'd be the other way around, with inmates like this woman as guards and the guards serving as prisoners who were never allowed to see the light of day because of their crimes but that would be fair wouldn't it?
The other woman was asking for a name and Aminee wasn't sure if she should give it. What did a name mean in this place anyway? It was clear to the people outside of these cells that she was just a number now. 203. What was that supposed to mean anyway? That she was the 203rd prisoner sent here or did they have some other weird, foreign way of numbering them? Did she care? No. Aminee was just thinking of anything, disregarding how absurd even thinking it was in favor of keeping the one thing she didn't want to think about from entering her mind. After much deliberation the Pop Star decided to introduce herself to the person she'll be sharing a cell with. There was a chance they'd be roommates for a long time. "Aminee. Aminee Starlight." Back home that name meant something but here? Here it was just another name. One of many. She was nothing. "What's yours?"
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Post by Ayen on Aug 20, 2011 16:06:02 GMT -6
“I don’t have a name.”
The woman stepped away from the door and then pointed to the number on her jumpsuit, the number only being two below Aminee’s before continuing.
“Prisoner 201 is what they call me. 201 for short. It’s grown on me.”
201 turned away from the door and walked back to her spot across from Aminee next to the beds, leaning up against the wall and folding her arms.
“What you in for?” |
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Aug 21, 2011 12:44:39 GMT -6
Prisoner 201? She didn't even have a name anymore? It has been lost and replaced by a simple prison number they brand you upon entry, even in her own mind? Would Aminee suffer the same fate? To be in here so long she forgets her own name and answers only to "Prisoner 203"? Aminee pulled both her knees up against her stomach and rested her chin on top of them, slightly rocking herself back and forth in a sad futile attempt to comfort herself. I won't forget my name! she reassured herself in thought. Even if everyone else does. I won't. I am Aminee Starlight: the biggest Pop Star of our Age! Aminee failed to realize that she has already forgotten her name, as well as her roots. She was Aminee Anderson from the suburbs of New York. Not Aminee Starlight. She had turned her back on family and place of birth a long time ago, choosing to live on the outskirts of her home in a new mansion forgetting all about the place she grew up at. It was only fitting that others would forget about her.
"They said I broke curfew. I didn't know there was a curfew. I don't even know where "here" is!" She was on the verge of tears, not wanting them to be displayed Aminee buried her face into her knees and hoped 201 wouldn't notice. The Pop Star knew the last thing you wanted to do while in prison was look like a bitch, and crying certainly made the inmates that inhabited such places think you were but she couldn't help but cry. She had gone from the top of the world to rock bottom in a matter of hours. All that freedom she took for granted, all that luxury. Gone just like that and there was a possibility she would never see it again. Never breathe the fresh air of freedom or feel the wind in her hair. Now all she could breathe was cold prison air and all she could feel was the sour taste of imprisonment.
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Post by Ayen on Aug 21, 2011 14:56:06 GMT -6
Another curfew violator and by the sound of it the woman didn’t even belong to this world, like a lot of the other inmates. It looked like Isafaro solution to people coming from other worlds was to lock them up, either in a prison or one of their research facilities if they had something of value they could use. This kid was a nervous wreck that the other inmates would eat alive, if the prison guards didn’t devour her first.
“I remember several different scenarios which led to my capture, but I couldn’t tell you which one is correct. As for where you are, you’re in Isafaro. The poster boy for corruption and bad taste.”
Looking Aminee over a second time, 201 drew a knife she smuggled in from her pocket and slid it over to her position.
“Take it. You need it more than I do.” |
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Aug 23, 2011 15:19:00 GMT -6
Aminess stared down towards the knife. Could she do it? Could she really do it? Take a life. Her hands slowly wrapped the handle around its clenches and picked it up off the ground, her hand shaking at the very idea of stabbing somebody with the knife's blade and having blood on her hands. A removed life on her conscious couldn't be worse than the feeling left behind after being violated, could it? Aminee looked back up towards 201 wondering just how much sanity this woman had left. She couldn't remember her own name and she couldn't remember the crime, or alleged crime, committed which led her to this hellhole to begin with. You think those would be critical things you'd remember but neither was registering with the woman's mind. It felt weird for Aminee to address someone as just a number.
"Thank you. Hey um, if you're 201 and I'm supposed to be 203... what happened to 202?" Aminee didn't know if she really wanted to know the answer to that question but had asked it anyway. It seem strange that they would go directly from 201 to 203. Her eyes looked back down on the knife, wondering where she could hide this thing from the guards. Aminee assumed they must have searched their prisoners regularly, or stripped them regularly for the hell of it. Guess if that happened she wouldn't have to worry. They would find out she had the knife if they tried to rape her again.
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Post by Ayen on Aug 24, 2011 11:52:06 GMT -6
201 walked over to the bunk beds and pulled down the sheets on the bottom bunk. Concealed underneath was the source of the horrible smell, the corpse of Prisoner 202 laid comfortably against the bed’s surface and appeared to have been dead for several days.
“202, Aminee. Aminee, 202. Now that we’re all acquainted with each other….”
201 covered the corpse back up with the sheets and returned her glance towards Aminee.
“Let’s talk sleeping arrangements.” |
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Aug 25, 2011 8:41:51 GMT -6
As Aminee has successfully predicted, she would soon regret ever asking what became of Prisoner 202 in the first place. It was a horrible fate and the fact that the guards here don't even remove the corpse from their cell only add to the many things wrong with both this prison and this city. The Pop Star turned away from the sight of the corpse and covered both nose and mouth with her right hand until 201 covered it up again. It didn't do much for the smell but it was much better than having to look at it. "You can have the bunks." Aminee would much rather sleep on the floor. Or the toilet.
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Post by Ayen on Aug 25, 2011 22:00:35 GMT -6
201 smiled at how easily Aminee gave up any bid for the bunk beds and honestly preferred the floor to sleeping above a corpse while climbing up the small ladder to the top bunk.
“Suit yourself.”
201 got comfortable lying beneath the covers as she has every night long before 202 was reduced to a rotting corpse below, the fact the dead body was there hardly seem to phase her at all as she closed her eyes to begin her slumber into dreamland.
“Get as much sleep as you can, kid. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.” |
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Aug 29, 2011 18:37:51 GMT -6
In an attempt to get comfortable Aminee tried several different sleeping positions but when she finally found one that worked it was all for naught. Every time she closed her eyes Aminee saw those men staring back at her causing the worst case of sleep deprivation she's ever experienced. Morning came and Aminess just sat there up against the wall across from the bunk beds looking extremely tired as she just stared out into space, singing to herself quietly in a vain attempt to relax herself. The cell door came swinging open and one of the guards hollering at the two, "Get up! It's time for breakfast!" Aminee was forced to her feet and cuffed once again before being led out of the cell and down the halls with the other inmates.
The other women inside the prison went from small and broken down looking people like herself, to big intimidating looking women with a built they could use to tear you in half. Despite this Aminee would forget about everyone else in the halls as her eyes came across the man who led the rape charge the previous night, an average built red headed male with freckles, brown eyes who was barely six feet tall, the very sight of him caused Aminee to collapse to her knees and throw up right there in front of everyone. The man sneered before turning his back on her, the sounds of her screams from being kicked by one of the prison guards reaching his ears before he left the halls. Now on the floor Aminee felt spit hit her cheek as the man leading her was angry at her for ruining their good clean floors. The other inmates were ordered to continue, but Aminee would have to stay behind to clean up her mess first.
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Post by Ayen on Aug 30, 2011 19:57:19 GMT -6
Ah another beautiful day in the neighborhood. The sun was shinning, birds singing and guards yelling at the top of their lungs while a feeling of hopelessness lingered in the air. Some women allowing it to eat at them while others allowed it to shape them into the “tough as nails” women they are today. 201 didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry when the prison guard told her to move it, and the guard didn’t seem willing to rush the prisoner as she got out of bed on her own time.
“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
“J-just get a move on!”
201 smiled at the prison guard and left through the doorway of her cell just in time to see Aminee throw up on the floor. The woman shook her head and then followed Aminee’s eyes to who she could only assume was the man who raped her. Taking a mental shot of his appearance 201 carried on, walking past the alleged Pop Idol and heading to the cafeteria with the rest of the inmates. |
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Post by Aminee Starlight on Sept 1, 2011 15:46:34 GMT -6
Aminee was given a bucket of water, soap and a sponge to clean the floors of her own vomit. That would have been easy enough to accomplish had it not been for choking back tears and being yelled at by the guards every time she missed a spot. The temptation of pulling out that knife 201 gave her grew with each time the guard yelled and kicked at her to make the floors spotless. Deep down inside however the Pop Star couldn't bring herself to go through with it. She was a singer and song writer, not a murderer. Her life wasn't in any immediate danger either so there was nothing forcing her hand to act. For now Aminee simply endured, scrubbing the floors as hard as she can so she could get something to eat. Her stomach was starting to make noises and hunger was really taking over while she tried to clean up her own mess.
With the vomit finally cleaned up Aminee was allowed to join up with the others at the cafeteria. Given a tray to hold from her cuffed her hands Aminee tried hiding the disgusted look at the things Isafaro dared to call real food. Nutraloaf sat on her small tray alongside some ugly looking peas and green beans as she headed over to the eight rows of tables where the prisoners sat. Picking 201 out in the crowd she sat herself across from her and put the tray down. Her eyes continued to stare at the food in disgust as she simply played around with her peas idly. With another rumble from her stomach she finally forced herself to endure the nutraloaf so she could have something filling up her otherwise empty stomach.
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