A POISONED PRINCESS
The Adventure Begins
Erica Russell came into a world where she had to fight for everything, and was more than willing to do so.
For some unknown reason, she befriended Edwin Stoddard when they were just kids. He came from a world where everything was possible. However, during his younger years, his life was exceptionally tough.
Simply because of Erica, Edwin later catapulted from being a top criminal lawyer into the world of politics.
Due to circumstances beyond her control, Erica’s life spiraled downward into the darker side of society. Murder was a daily occurrence, and quickly became part of her life. Yet even as they traveled these completely opposing paths in life, their friendship remained as strong as ever. Even during the darkest of times, Edwin unceasingly refused to believe his friend, Erica, had become
A POISONED PRINCESS!
Chapter Fifty Eight
In the middle of March Erica was still in an extremely bad state of depression. Without thinking, she struck out and broke a guard’s arm. Before the ordeal was over, four guards savagely beat her to the ground. Due to the tense environment at the time, the four kept wrathfully beating her long after she hit the ground.
So Erica spent a week in the hospital ward before even being able to start her forty-five days in solitary confinement. Even when they transferred her, she could just barely move. Where she struck and hurt a guard, the ones transferring her didn’t have any sympathy for either her or the condition she was in. So it was an extremely painful trip, which concluded with her being thrown like a rag doll to the floor of the cell.
Two days later Erica still hadn’t moved from where the guards dropped her. So the warden was informed of this, and sent a doctor to check on her. The warden wanted to make sure Erica hadn’t been released from the medical ward too soon. It was already complicated enough for her without something serious happening to Erica.
The doctor came back saying she was suffering more from a horrendous state of depression than her injuries. The warden felt better, but knew this may not be the entire truth. The doctor could be covering for the guards, where he did have to rely on them heavily at times.
She then ordered the guards to keep a twenty-four hour watch with a written report every hour. She stressed everything was to be well documented, and on her desk every morning when she got in.
Even though the doctor said Erica was ok, the warden wanted to make sure her condition didn’t suddenly change. She also ordered a doctor check Erica once every twenty-four hours until she started moving around.
The warden knew the beating had been severe, and it hadn’t all been because Erica broke a guards’ arm. It was due more to her getting away with so much over the years, which had been infuriating the guards for much too long.
All the guards’ efforts to pin at least one thing she had done over the years were all unsuccessful. Their frustration had built to this growing anger over the last few years. Then it simply exploded during this last confrontation, when Erica for the first time ever gave them just cause to beat her down, but it went too far. Unquestionably the guards retaliated with too many years of frustration fuelling their retribution.
Now the warden wasn’t really sure how to handle this situation. It was obvious she needed to reprimand the guards involved, but how severely. She definitely needed to put some serious thought into this. Mainly from being sure Erica was viewing this as another injustice bestowed upon her by a corrupted system. So if she didn‘t handle the situation right, there could be some serious problems when Erica got out of solitary.
It was most undeniably a tricky situation, just from Erica being arrogant enough to take matters in her own hands. Now where she had managed to turn colder than ice, Erica was most likely to try and fix this to her expectations of justice.
At first Erica just laid on the floor, in too much pain to even think about moving. The pain was relentlessly tearing throughout her entire body, but she wasn’t about to let the guards know. She would never give them the satisfaction of knowing how badly they hurt her.
It was going to be better for her to just wait for the pain to subside. When it did, she would still continue to lie here and get even stronger. Just from being certain if she did move, a guard would have to say something, and her response wouldn’t be the right one.
This repugnant way of living had gone on long enough, and she was going to put an end to it. So until her situation was better, and she was stronger, she planned to do nothing to cause her any further pain. She needed to be ready to retaliate when this situation came to a head again.
She tried to keep track of the days to have some idea how much longer there would be to endure being here. She usually did this from the beginning, but from being hurt so badly, had lost track. So the only thing to do was start from here to get somewhere close to when her time would be up.
The warden was informed when Erica had gone two weeks without eating, and wasn’t coming around as expected. By this time she expected Erica to be sitting defiantly in the corner when anyone looked in on her, just like she usually did. So she was becoming afraid Erica may have been hurt much worse than they knew, and decided it was advisable to go with a doctor and check her out again.
She hadn’t done anything about the guards yet, and this may give her a better idea how this situation should play out. Confident Erica wasn’t ready to let it go, she may get a better idea of what was going through her mind by doing this. She also wanted Erica back in the general population under watchful eye before doing anything, and she would see what had been done.
As the doctor checked Erica out, the warden tried to make light conversation, but never got any response. Erica never showed any emotion whatsoever. Her cold steely black eyes looked even blanker, and made the warden think this was definitely the calm before the storm.
Once the doctor finished, they stepped out to discuss his findings. After they left, Erica lay down and turned her back to the door again. She still wasn’t ready to let anyone see anything they could say was a positive change, in any way.
After the warden finished talking to the doctor, she returned. She tried again to strike up a conversation, but got nowhere again. She then decided to address some of the issues, and see what Erica did. She started, “Erica, you have to start eating within twenty-four hours or I’ll be forced to have them tie you down and hook up an IV. I don’t want to have you tied down, but I will. So please at least think about this.”
She then waited to see if Erica would respond, but got nothing. She then gave Erica something to think about by saying, “Erica, I am sure you look at this as just another injustice you’ve been forced to endure, and it isn’t all together true. You broke a guard’s arm, and that’s what started this.
I will admit they went too far restraining you, but that’s for me to correct, not you! For me to take care of this properly, I feel it’s necessary for me to have an idea of your condition. It will tell me how severe the guards’ punishment should be!”
The warden was trying to appeal to her sense of vindication by talking about punishing the guards. Hoping she would find it appealing and start talking. Yet Erica continued to show no emotion. So the warden just walked away.
Erica surmised from what the warden said, she must have been here more than a week, and maybe two. So she decided to keep her count from ten days. Thinking it should bring her close to how many days she had left in this godforsaken shit hole. Being able to keep track of the days would make it easier for her to pass the time and survive this ordeal, even if she was only close. This was all she wanted to know!
Although it was obvious she needed to put thought into what the warden said about eating. If nothing else, it would help her pass some time. Anything else the warden talked about wasn’t worth much thought, especially anything about punishing the guards. The warden wouldn’t be passing out any punishments she would feel were fitting. Having to stay home for thirty days without pay didn’t compare to her doing time in this rat hole!
Two days later the warden received word Erica ate for the first time. She looked at her watch and smiled while thinking, Erica had pushed it to thirty six hours. At least she now knew Erica could comprehend what she said.
Between Erica’s refusal to talk and her cold blank stare, she was beginning to fear the guards may have hit her too many times in the head. She was to the point of having Erica taken out for a brain scan. Even though the doctor was saying nothing was wrong, she had begun to fear there may be. Now thankfully she wouldn’t have to air the prison’s dirty laundry.
Where Erica had started eating, she wouldn’t get any weaker. So she ordered a special diet to help her regain strength before being released from solitary. She also put out a strict warning none of the guards were to antagonize or beat her. They were to just do their job and leave her alone. Also clarifying if anything happened, someone would face charges.
Erica ate her meals, but remained on the floor with her back to the door. If the guards wanted to see her face, they had to come in. If a guard came in, she silently kept her stare completely blank.
By this time even some of the guards were beginning to believe she may have taken one too many cracks to the head. Where the warden hadn’t done anything except put out a warning, the guards involved were getting nervous. They knew the warden was sure to reprimand them, and was probably just waiting to see how Erica would recover, so none of them were going to do anything to make the situation any worse.
As Erica lay on the floor, she tried to force herself to have good thoughts and dreams to help pass the time. The problem was, she hadn’t been able to have any good dreams to take her away from this. Anything she dreamt about usually involved her mother or father. These thoughts always ended badly, and woke her up in a cold sweat. So she just kept spiraling even deeper into a horrible state of depression.
There were also plenty involving her uncle, his friend, and the bikers. They ended even more violently than in real life. They too woke her up in a cold sweat, and left her feeling like striking out. So much too often Erica found herself trying to calm down, not wanting to do something she would be sorry for, especially knowing the time wasn’t right! The next time she wanted the upper hand from the start, and someone was going to pay dearly before it ended! So she tried to dream of running through the fields, but never had any luck.
For some reason her thoughts kept turning to something terrible, and again she was finding herself striking out violently. She knew if it wasn’t possible to control her dreams, the rest of her time would be rough, and drive her deeper into this bad state of depression. It could also cause her to lash out at the wrong time, and she couldn’t let this happen. If she was falling apart, it would be impossible to survive much longer in the hole.
To make this worse, it now looked like she was becoming delusional. If this was true, she may lose all control of herself, and this was a dreadfully scary thought, and started trying to reason her way through this.
While lying on the floor, she was very aware of the guards opening the slot in the door every hour, and knew this was to check on her. In the beginning she was also aware of quite a few smart remarks being made by some of the guards. There were also many she knew who weren’t saying anything. Plus there were a few who said some very nice things.
Yet for quite a while now, no one had said anything smart or derogatory. She thought they were only saying nice things, or nothing at all, which she couldn’t make sound reasonable or logical. So it had her believing she was becoming delusional and quickly going over the edge, and it scared her badly.
The problem was this all had her questioning everything she did and going on around her. She even wondered if what the guards were saying was really happening. This in turn was making it dreadfully difficult for her to listen closely to what they were saying.
Now the last statement she heard didn’t make any sense at all. It also had her listening even closer whenever the slot was opened, and waiting with anticipation. So now she didn’t have any choice but to continue believing she had become delusional, at least until hearing again, “Your boyfriend got you a pardon!”