𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊. 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑, 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖑

Fifteen knots. She made her fifteenth knot in the thin, red thread. That meant that it was her fifteenth day in this hell. Fifteen long days had her cellmate continued to piss her off. You'd think she'd bunk with Cat, because it's ironic? Ha, no. Apparently, the red-headed warden had seen how the Spanish chick gazed lustfully at Amina and decided to bunk them together.

In the first two days, her cellmate was bearable. But now..

Amina could feel a piercing gaze burning at her profile while her cellmate's hand moved quickly under the sheets. She stared up at the ceiling, trying her very best to ignore her. Her bunkie had been doing this for thirteen days straight. Stare at Amina while she masterbated. Amina didn't have an aggressive bone in her body, but prison was steadily changing that.

Tucking the thread under her thin pillow, Amina twisted her body, allowing her feet to touch the cold cement floor. She slipped on her boots before sauntering towards her cellmate's bed. Her lust filled eyes twinkled as she bit her lips, revealing her crooked, slight yellow teeth. "La Chocha, you're getting on my nerves you know." Amina hissed, spitting her name out with a venom laced voice.

A smirk lined her chapped lips. Suddenly, Choca's hand shot out as she roughly grabbed her breast. Red. That was the only color that swirled before Amina's eyes. She balled her hands up into lethal fists and began pouncing on her face without any sign of mercy.

Her screams and strings of curse words didn't stop Amina. Nothing did. She kept hitting and hitting until her hands were smudged with blood. She let out a shaky breath and slowly stood up. "Bruja." Choca choked out, blood pouring out of her mouth. She spit on the floor, three of her teeth lying in a pool of blood. "Be happy I helped you get rid off some of your ugly ass teeth." Amina hissed.

A loud alarm rang. The cell doors popped open. "It's work time, Choca." She smiled wickedly before stepping out.

"What about that one, Spooks?" Mayel questioned while nodding his head into the direction of a fine looking Latina. "Would you hit?" Spooky asked while pressing the lid of the steaming machine down. "Yeah, fool. She's got a juicy nalga and everything." He retorted while wandering his eyes along the tall Latina's figure. "Nah, I don't want her. She's too tall for me. My hyna gotta make me feel like a giant, or else I don't want her."

Mayel rolled his eyes, smacking his lips. "Always Spooky with his weird fetishes." Jose, one of the homies, laughed. Spooky shook his head. "Nah, fool. It's what you call preferences. Estúpido." He jested, earning laughs from the other cholo's.

"Yo, wasn't Choca supposed to come today?" Mayel asked as he folded the slacks he had finished ironing. Spooky shrugged. "She talked about her bunkie a lot. Maybe she's finally getting some action." He chuckled, the others joining in. As soon as the door swung open, all the overlapping laughter died down. Choca walked in all bruised up; eye beat black and blue, lip busted, face swollen.

"What the f*ck happened to you?!" Spooky questioned, a blazing fury igniting in him. She smacked her lips, folded her arms across her chest and leaned against one of the sewing tables. "My bunkie. That b*tch got more strength than I imagined. That bruja even knocked my teeth out!" She laughed bitterly. "I want her dead." She hissed, slamming her fists onto the wooden table.

"What's that tonta's name?" Mayel asked, a daunting look etched onto his face. They all cared for Choca, so if someone ever touched the family, they would be dead. "Juice," She spat. "But at the way she had no soul, no pity while she almost murdered me, La Diabla." The she-devil.

"She has a friend, Cathaleya Napier. Bring them together and show her how girls actually get in." Choca barked, something sinister swirling in her dark brown eyes. Spooky cocked his head in the direction of the other cholos and gave them all a nod. Juice would feel the wrath of his family. Right now.

"Where is that bruja now?" He hissed angrily. Choca smiled, knowing she was now speaking to Spooky. Not Oscar. "She has cleaning duties at the girls bathroom."

Amina dipped the mop into the bucket full of water before wringing it out. "I heard what happened with Choca. It seems that Juice never left." Cat snorted while cleaning down the bathroom tiles. A loud laugh vibrated through Amina's chest. "I'd never thought I'd be Juice again but that trick just had to try me."

Two girls walked out of a shower stall, sly grins etched onto their faces. As soon as their gazes landed upon the two - their smiles faded, replaced by widened eyes. "Wassup?" Amina snorted. Cat nodded her head into their direction. "Y'all was getting crunk up in there, huh? Y'all some freaky-freaks!" She yelled, making the two jump. Amina smacked her on the arm, yet still allowing a soft chuckle to escape from her lips.

"Let them be, Cat." Just as those words rolled of her tongue, the door slowly opened - making the hinges groan heavily in protest. Cat nudged Amina, nodding her head into the direction of who'd just entered.

She cocked her head around and landed her gaze upon a handsome cholo. He was tall, buff and had a black teardrop tattoo adorning the skin under his left eye. His head was shaved, on the contrary to his goatee and light mustache.

It was right then and there that she noticed the five men standing behind him. Amina gripped the wooden stick tighter, being suddenly alert of her surroundings. Two girls versus six men. Bad idea. "Which one of you is Juice?" He spat each word with a fury so deep.

He kept his dark eyes locked on Amina's, never breaking eye contact. The two girls that just came out the stall.. they could easily resemble Cat and I. One was light-skinned, the other just a shade darker. The darker one also had curly hair - just like Amina. She slowly cocked her head into their direction. "The darker one." She muttered, barely comprehensible.

He watched Amina with inquisitive eyes before stepping up to her. His chest was in her line of vision before she flickered her eyes up to his, bringing forth speckles fear in her orbs. The notorious Juice Choca may have talked about would never show fear, right? Might as well practice my acting skills. "What are your names, bajo?" [ short one. ]

She gulped, never breaking the intense eye contact. "I'm Ella. That's Bina." Amina stammered. He slightly closed his eyes, as if to match the names with their faces in his mind. Many daunting, silent seconds later - he nodded and cocked his head towards the door. "You and your friend can leave."

She immediately slid past him, her shoulder softly gliding against his. She jumped slightly when pleasurable tingles hovered along her skin. The look in his eyes told her that he felt the exact same.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Spooky turned towards the two remaining girls. "So, Juice. You tried to be tough and lay your hands on my family, huh?!" He laughed sinisterly. The girl frantically shook her head. "No, no! I'm not this Juice you're talking about. She is! She's lying." She stammered hopefully. Spooky folded his arms across his chest as he leaned against a bathroom stall. "Oh? Then why didn't you say something earlier when she accused you?"

The girl parted her lips to speak, closed it, opened it again only to manage to choke out a pathetic, feeble, "Huh?"

Spooky kissed his teeth. "Don't make me repeat my question, zorra." Her eyes frantically flickered between Spooky and the five cholos behind him. A single tear crawled the path down her cheek. "I- I don't know.."

He shook his head. "Bad choice, Juicy Juice." He grumbled before nodding his head into the direction of his men. They understood his gesture, and slowly began sliding down their jumpers. Their lust filled eyes wandered along the girl's body before they cornered her in one of the stalls. "You like it rough or gentle?" Mayel questioned wickedly.

Spooky harshly grabbed ahold of the hysterical friend that accompanied Juice. "Walk away without any noise. If I hear you talking about what happened today, I will pay you a visit in your block. Hear me?" He elaborated in a calm manner, yet the deep baritone in his voice didn't mask the anger. She quickly nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Yes, Spooky."

"Ella and Bina?!" Cat snorted loudly as they rushed into the C block. Amina rested her hands on her knees as she panted. "I thought I would sh*t myself. That man is really something else. These Spanish motherf*ckers are crazy, man!" She rambled. Cat soothingly patted her back.

"Like always, Cathaleya will get you out of this mess." She hummed in a motherly voice.