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If a guard had looked down from his perch upon the prison watchtower, he would have seen the shiny green car now pulling into the prison's visitor parking lot. Still watching, the car would have come to a stop in a haze of dirt and gravel, allowing him to see the long auburn hair visible through the driver side window.
This, clearly getting his attention, would have allowed him to then see the long pair of legs emerging from it's opening. Never failing to give his approval of beautiful young women, the male guard would have certainly whistled her way. Yet it would have done him no good to do so, for she was not here to be flattered for her good looks. As a matter of fact she had rather important matters to attend to, one in which she took very seriously.
Taking a moment to gauge her surroundings, the woman gave a slight shiver at the sight of the main building of this prison. The very evil seething through it's walls more than enough excuse for the out of place woman to clutch her purse tighter to her body while making her way towards the visitor center.
How odd she must have thought, for a prison to have a 'Visitor Center', as if this were some sort of amusement park. Clearly this was no such place. Only the most wicked of men could call this place home.
Walking along the concrete walkway she soon found herself at the door to the center, through which she passed. Instantly she was greeting by the rough looking guard positioned at its entrance. Despite looking over weight and very unhappy about his job, the man perked up at the sight of the lovely young lady.
Taking the time to show him her license, the guard soon found her name listed on the clipboard in his hands, confirming her appointment for the day. Placing a check by her name he gave her a plastic visitor ID card and, with longing regret, pointed her towards the main guest receptionist. He looked on with typical male lust at her backside as she moved on her way.
Sitting behind a glass window in the wall, also looking rather pathetic was a middle-aged woman. Despite her boredom she to came to life at the sight of a visitor. Both women were soon involved in a brief, monotone discussion mostly pertaining to the visitation request of prisoner 7438.
Prisoner 7438 was one of the prison's newest residences, having arrived within only the past week. According to the clerk behind the counter, this was his first and only visitor to date.
Within another moment, another guard led the young woman to the visitation room. On her first impressions the room appeared rather cold and uninviting, being devoid of any decoration aside from the two guards standing in either corner. The only noticeable features besides the round white clock on the back wall was the large, thick glass window covering the front of the room. On the other side of it, thousands upon thousands of human filth were undoubtedly kept. On both sides of the glass were two long tables, each containing about eight empty chairs. Having her pick of the lot, she chooses a seat in the middle of the table.
And there she sat waiting, staring impatiently at the closed door on the other side. It was somewhat frustrating that she had to remain in suspense for his arrival. She had gone over this meeting so many times in her head. About what she would say to him, how she would look into his eyes, how she would act when he opened his fowl mouth.
She quickly lost track of the time, finding her ears focusing too hard on each and every tick of that clock. Occasionally she would look around to see the two guards, both of whom flashed shy smiles towards her every time. Simply having the guards there in the same room gave her the extra bit of confidence she otherwise wouldn't have.
Suddenly far off in the distance she could here the cold clicking sounds of multiple footsteps approaching. It came from the door in front of her. A vision of a long echoing hallway filled her mind as the steps grew louder and louder. With each mysterious step her fingers shook more and more until she made fists to hold them steady.
By now the sounds were just on the other side of the door. Her heart pounded inside her chest as she heard the metallic sound of locks and levers being released. There was a pause, and then the door was opened.
There he was. Total evil himself. The robber of the mind, of the body, of the soul. The man she had come to see.
Led by a guard holding his left arm, the man crossed through the door and brought into the room. His hands and feet were shackled and his orange prison suit glowed brightly against his gloomy face.
Instantly he noticed her, roving his eyes through the glass to focus at the unexpected visitor apparently here to see him. Like the guard in the tower, her beauty had not escape his attention either.
A curious smirk formed over his stiff jaw as he was brought to the chair before her and made to sit upon it.
Until now she had yet to look him in the eyes. She tried when he first came in, but her nervousness overcame her. This visit had been a long time coming. She had been both anxious and determined about this meeting the very last time she had seen him in court.
That day she watched with mixed emotions as the verdict was read allowed. "GUILTY" were the words that she and her family had hoped for and she remembered watching him be led unceremoniously out the courtroom and off to prison for many many years. That day she knew she'd eventually be sitting right here full of questions. Questions that needed answers.
He was now sitting directly in front of her. She had resisted the whole time, but now she had to look at him...in the eyes. Raising her brow, for the first time since the trial she was looking into the soul of the Devil. At least the devil in her family's life.
Both stared at each other in silence. He had no clue who she was, but she knew very well who he was. He was the man who had raped her sister.
Another moment went by before she finally picked up the phone. He stared for a second longer before picking up the receiver himself.
"Do I know you?" The prisoner asked with a scruff voice.
The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but first only managed an inaudible sound. Quickly clearing the nervousness she began.
"You may not know who I am, but you should." He reacts by raising an eyebrow, thrown off by the statement. "Do you not recognize something in my face? The familiarity of it? The torment that it must surely be in? The absolute anger it has towards you?
The raised brow lowered as he studied the woman across from him. A blank face was all he could offer for a moment before shaking his head. "Lady, I haven't got a clue who you are."
"YOU RAPED MY SISTER!"
Everybody in the room jumped at the sudden outburst from the female visitor. The guard quickly followed with a grunt, letting her know she needed to tone it down. The only other reaction to her outburst was the new, evil grin on the prisoner's face.
"Well well well, so you're the twits sister!" Her eyes narrowed at the insult. "Now that I think of it, you do sort of look like her."
"YOU BASTARD!"
