Mirkwater WCF.

[MsBloom]

It was any regular Monday at the Mirkwater Women's Correctional Facility (MWCF) shortly before 1 pm when Molly Bloom was escorted by Miranda Anderson, one of the guards on level 4, from the intake to the room that would be her home for the foreseeable future, a small 20' x 25' room with pale yellow walls and a barred window which she was going to share with five other women. Among her new room mates was cyber-criminal Karin Williams and Alyson Weir.

She was wearing a bright orange jumpsuit with the top half rolled down to her waist and a pale green cotton t-shirt with the logo of the Mirkwater Women's Correctional Facility printed across the chest, and carrying a set of bed-clothing and a small paper bag with shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste and a change of clothes consisting of two sets of underwear and two t-shirts exactly like the one she was wearing
”This is your new room mate Ladies,” Miranda said as she opened the door to room C48.
”You be good to her now, y'hear?” she added and began to walk back to the guard room of level 4.

Across the hall from room C48, in Room C49, an elderly woman leaned up against the frame of the door watching the new arrival with keen interest and on a bed in that same room sat Erica Marlowe, another new arrival at the M.W.C.F.
”Looks like you won't be the new girl on the block anymore Erica,” said Margaret Willows and nodded as if to herself before walking down the hall to the toilets

”So I'm Molly,” Molly said and took two steps into room C48 and looked around. There were three unmade beds all top bunks. She put her stuff down on the one closest to the door, on the left side.
”Any of you know where I can have a smoke?”

In the administrative section Dr Xavier was setting up for the afternoon's therapy group from C4 which was to take place at 2 pm but she liked to have things set up well in advance and besides Nurse Benson had everything under control at the infirmary.

 

[Tanakalian]

Mirkwater was his third facility in the 25 years since graduating from Princeton, having worked there for seventeen years now. He had been an idealist in his younger years, right up to five years into his employment at Mirkwater, when an inmate he had worked intensively with was denied parole on very vague grounds. In his mind it was both unfair as discriminating. The girl was subsequently transferred to another facility out of state and he had lost the contact to keep up with her progression. He had slowly, but surely, lost faith in the system, even though it paid for the bills. But Dr. Yves Montand was a fighter, and if he couldn’t work with the judicial system, he could make things better for his inmates, the girls and women at Mirkwater.

Over the years he had developed a favours for favours side-scheme, any favour an inmate wants comes at a cost. But it always and all depends on the inmate what the cost will be for them. He has kept his scheme hidden, although Danielle was very quickly to discover it. Maybe his guard had slipped around her, right from the moment she started as a Medical Doctor eighteen months ago. Dr. Xavier was a very attractive woman, although Yves didn’t have a specific kind or type of girl or woman he preferred. But there had been a healthy and somewhat sensual tension between the two of them, and when he found out she knew about his scheme and hadn’t reported him, she had risen in his regards.

When he was drinking his coffee that Monday morning, he knew that Danielle would be preparing the room for the C4 group session. Dr. Montand preferred individual sessions, for in those he had always made the best results. But Mirkwater was a long sentence facility and especially in the early years of a sentence, therapy was given in group sessions. He flicked through the files of the inmates on level 4, there was going to be one new arrival a Molly Bloom, an early 20s girl convicted for armed robbery. She would be the first this afternoon to share her story. In his group sessions he allowed room for the inmates to get to know each other better.

He finished his coffee and looked at the clock on his laptop, nearly midday, almost time to head to the staff restaurant for a light lunch, so he could make it back to his office with time spare for the afternoon’s session.

 

[arrika-again]

Erica Marlowe, if there ever was an unlikely prisoner in a long term facility like Mirkwater it was she. Married, upper middle class , country club member, 15 year school teacher living the good lfe, now suddenly a convicted felon lost it all and now in an environment so unfamiliar and terrifying that she is afraid to sleep.
Having been in “protective custody” for the first two weeks of her transfer into Mirkwater, this is only her second day in general population. Being convicted as a “child molester”, makes her vulnerable to physical attacks by other prisoners who quite often consider those crimes as “unacceptable “ within the prisoner hierarchy. During her stay in the county lockup she was attacked twice, beaten badly and gang raped. After her adjustment time in isolation, the administration felt it safe enough for her In the C wing, with it’s majority of “mature“ inmates, to move her.
She sits silently on her bunk, back against the wall, feet up with her arms wrapped around her knees just barely lifting her head to acknowledge the arrival of the new inmate.

 

[arrika-again]

Before leaving C-48 Officer Miranda Anderson throws on the bed a folded over prison notice to the forelorn Erica Marlowe . On Mirkwater WCF letterhead stationary it reads:

”Under court order Erica Marlowe, Prisoner #471278 is required to attend Mental Health Counseling as a condition of incarceration". You are to report to the Counseling Center Office at 09:10 tomorrow.
Register with the staff and return confirmation to the Administration Office by 1300 hrs.”

 

[Letrixia]

“Karin Williams, is hereby sentences to three terms of fifteen years plus a term of thirty years in the Mirkwater Woman Correctional Facility. Probation available after the first thirty years” she remembered those words from the judge, as she looked out the window from the truck driving her to her destination. The prison came into view and she shrugged she hated this, there was no getting out as she tried to make herself as small as she could on the crowd of rough woman. She sighed brushing the tears off her face as the gates opened to the truck the female guards approaching and unlocking the feet chains allowing her to move.

Getting out of the buss they lined them up checking everything on their bodies, from the hair to the mouth and even touching everywhere before they let them in. Once inside they were given the orange jumpsuit and given another change of uniform before they let them into the population row and she was given a cell as they pushed her inside and closed the gate behind her locking her in cell C-48 would be her home from now on.

Placing her stuff on the top bunk that she noticed it was free she sighed looking around before getting on her bunk and laying down looking at the ceiling. Eyes closed as she tried to do a small prayer for herself, she just hoped that the cellmates she had were at least good enough to allow her to spend a relative normal time on this place, aside from the circumstances.

 

[AndNich123]

These walls. They were so dreary. Why didn't they just paint them white? They were all just animals trapped in a cage because of some rules or another that society has set in place had been broken. Trivial perhaps to some. The paint was glossy beneath her dirty fingernails as she traced her way down the hall. Group therapy didn't seem to be a worthy cause, but this place was all about routine and following the rules. Keep your head down and your mouth shut, and most of the time you did just fine. Most of the time. This society was even less forgiving than the one on the other side of the wall that separated her from what her mind had dubbed 'the real world'. This place, these people, certainly were not the real world to her. The real world was filled with tee shirts, jeans, nice scents, the smell of fresh cut grass and the cool, wet drops from a sprinkler on a hot summer day. It was a cool breeze on her face as she was draped in the sunshine with her eyes closed. This placed offered little to remind her of that world.

She stopped just outside the room occupied by a single man sitting. Her expression changed to one of curiosity. This was someone new. Fresh meat was always a treat in this place, but this? This was something exciting. It was in the air just how different he was. She could sense it, almost feel it creeping up her bare arms, causing goosebumps to form. Tentatively she stepped inside the room, not wanting to draw any attention as of yet. He was dressed well enough. Files. Notepads perhaps? He was prepared, or at least he wanted to give the illusion he was. Did he really care about them? Did any of them?

She cleared her throat and made her way around to take the seat directly in his line of sight. "I haven't seen you before," she said calmly, her voice and even, flat tone. "You're new." Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees, clearly sizing him up. "A little to nicely dressed for the likes of this place. You're gonna get something all over those nice clothes. Next time, wear something you don't mind....losing," she joked, her eyes quickly sweeping over him. "Some of the girls around here aren't that....refined or restrained for that matter. No telling what you might get on you." She leaned back in her seat, feeling a strange sense of calm around him. A smile spread across her lips as she shook her head slightly. "You are certainly not like any of the others they've had in here before. You're not like Dr. Gregor and his trusty little sidekick. He wanted to try and figure out what makes us tick in here. It's not really hard, if you the time to get to know us. Then there was Ru-Fi-OOOOOOOHHH make it stop," she yelled, pressing her hand to her chest, and looking up to the ceiling, before a sinister laugh erupted. "He just wanted to see how much pain, or pleasure, he could give us," she told him, bringing her gaze back to him and winking. "Whatever happened to both of them is a lot like some of the girls in here. A mystery. Do you like a good mystery Doctor," she asked, raising her eyebrows to him, the smile still playing her lips lips. "The rest of the girls should along anytime. Until then Doctor, why don't you tell me a little about yourself? You're gonna have your time to find out about me in group. For right, it's my turn. So why you answer question, hm? Do you..like..mysteries? Does it thrill you what you don't know or understand? Does it keep you up at night wondering, your brain frantically trying to figure out exactly what what happened? Do you have to know the answer to every single little quandary you come across, or can you just walk away? I'm betting..you can't..just walk away. You have to know." She couldn't help but remain fixed on him. "Tell me I'm wrong. I bet you can't."

 

[Tanakalian]

He looked bemused at the girl appearing before the actual meeting. Kelly Andrews, nicknamed Cam, by the looks of her. Looks that he was very familiar with. Transferred from B-block to C, level four. The doctors she mentioned had given him some information about her, they hadn’t been able to handle the 21 year old. They thought that an older therapist would be better suited for her. How little did people know about him? And when she sat down, opposite to him, an image popped up in his head, an image he pushed away almost instantly. He let her talk, let her ask her questions, pausing for a few moments when she was done talking.

‘Nice to meet you, Kelly. My name is Dr. Yves Montand and I have been working at Mirkwater’s C-block for seventeen years. I read in your file that you got transferred from B-Block recently. I am looking forward to our sessions’. He paused again, letting a silence fall between the two of them, a silence that could mean anything, or nothing at all. ‘I do like mysteries, I wouldn’t be a therapist if I didn’t. It is my job to figure them out, to unravel the knots and ties that make up said mysteries. But it will disappoint you that I don’t lose a minute’s sleep over them. I can indeed walk away. Something I don’t figure out today, can come tomorrow. I, but you as well, as do quite a few of your fellow inmates here, have all the time in the world. So I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you’ve lost your bet’.

He looked at a large clock hanging high up in the room at the furthest wall, it pointing at a couple of minutes to 2pm. ‘Session will start soon, I am expecting a few more of your fellow inmates. Females you will get to know better the longer you are a guest at C-Block. Some you will get along with, others? Not so much. And perhaps group sessions aren’t for you, perhaps individual sessions work better. But that is for much later and it is something I will tell the others as well’. He stopped talking, hearing movement in the hallway, the inmates would be gathered and brought in together. It was a surprise to him how Ms. Andrews had slipped through to make her way in the room alone. But that was for later worry, first get the group in.

 

[MsBloom]

"Sure," Alyson said to the second new arrival in C48 of the day.
"There's a barred in balcony in the common room where you can smoke."
She sat up in the top bunk opposite Karin and slipped off it.
"C'mon I'll show you around. You too Karin of you want to."
With that Alyson walked out of the room and gave a polite nod at Marge as the elderly woman returned from the bathrooms.
"That's Marge. She can be a bit gruff at times but she's cool, always cares for the ones that have a hard time adjusting to prison life.
"And that mess in her cell. She arrived yesterday and well ... She has barely moved out of that position since. I think she is scared. I would be too if I were in her overalls. "
Molly followed Alyson out of room C48 and like her guide she nodded at Marge too and when she looked into room C49 she thought she recognised the woman sitting on the bed hugging her legs with a piece of paper in her hand.
"Isn't that the teacher who coerced her female students into having lesbian orgies with her?" she asked and Alyson nodded.
"Erica Marlowe? Sure is. I think she is, quite rightly, expecting her first beating in here for it. That's why she hasn't moved. She thinks she is safe in her room and under Marge's assumed protection."

Alyson went into the common room where about twenty five women of varying ages were hanging around, playing games, reading, using the computer or simply chatting about this and that. On the barred in balcony there were another five or six women sitting around a few small tables smoking.
Molly nodded to left and right as she was guided through the common room and onto the balcony. Some but far from all of the women there nodded back and one or two might even have smiled and cast eyes after her.

"You're not exactly unknown yourself Molly," Alyson said and mentioned that many of the women had followed her trial.
"Armed Robbery for the sake of the experience, and that kiss with your girlfriend they caught on the surveillance camera. That was ... priceless. I think it has been on repeat on Youtube since it was first shown on tv," Alyson explained and did sound quite excited about it.
Molly nodded and shrugged, lit a cigarette and leaned up against the railing. Day one of her sentence had just begun and there were at leas 7300 more to go. Yet there was a curious smile on her lips between drags, as if she was exactly where she wanted to be.
"That was just what the cameras caught. When the cops finally showed up they caught us fucking in the office. Best damned sex I've ever had," Molly said and her smiled widened.

In Room C49 Marge squatted down in front of Erica.
"You know they will be coming for you right? And perhaps you deserve what they do to you, perhaps you're innocent but then again there aren't many women in here that doesn't claim they're not. The question you have to ask is whether you feel you deserve it Honey. They can't put you in isolation for your entire sentence. You'll have to make your stand at some point."

In the administrative area lunch was over and there was just a few minutes before the guards would be bringing down the first group from C4, Rooms nine through six, all in all twenty women serving between 5 years for theft to life for all and any major crime imaginable and as Doctors Montand and Xavier very well knew by now there were some rather troubled and traumatised women among them. There were to be four new inmates in first group that Monday afternoon and it would be up to Dr Montand to decide who was going to share first.
"This woman, Erica Marlowe seems like a high risk inmate, perhaps you should let her tell her story first. Give her a chance to give her view on what she has been sentenced for," Dr Xavier suggested as she poured herself a paper mug from one of the three thermoses of freshly brewed coffee.

Back up in corridor C4 Miranda Anderson and two more guards, one male and one female had just begun gathering up the women of the first group for therapy.
"No rest for the wicked eh?" Molly said to Erica as she passed her by.
"Now you'll have to explain everything that put you here all over again."
Molly gave a chuckle and caught up with Alyson as they began to make their way down to the first floor of the administrative area.
"Don't listen to her Erica," Margaret said in a kind tone of voice.
"She's not so innocent herself you know."

 

[Tanakalian]

He waited for all the inmates to have a seat. Some sat on chairs, while others sat together on tables. He tried to create an informal atmosphere. He looked around the room, nodding to a few of the inmates that had been at C-block longer, most notably Margaret. He did a quick count, with the presence list and went through his files to see which new face fitted which new name. All four that he had been expecting were there. And at exactly 2pm he got up and started speaking. He had a deep bass baritone voice, befitting his large stature.

‘Welcome all, and a special welcome to our four new guests at C-block level 4. Ms. Bloom, Ms. Williams, Ms. Marlowe, and of course Ms. Andrews who had already found my room. The rest of you already know my rules, so especially for you four newcomers. In my sessions everybody is equal. No-one is better than any other person. Being open is key. I can tell if you are trying to make up a story. Failure to be open will lead to disciplinary actions. But, and let this be very clear, if any of the other inmates bullies you for what you say in here, they will be subject to actions. For today’s session I want to invite all four of you newcomers to tell some more about yourself and the reason you are a guest at Mirkwater. Ms. Marlowe, if you be so kind to start?’

 

[arrika-again]

Yes, Erica was trying to hide right out in the open. Balled up in her sitting position on her cot, a few of her “roommates” passed her with comments. They seemed to know who she was clearly enough. They knew what she was there for. They knew her crimes even though she had never seen any of the before... Perhaps this was the way it is in prison. Inmates know what and to who it’s going to happen before it ever does.
The older inmate stopped to talk, she squatted down to make eye contact with Erica. She seemed to be giving her advice, maybe it was a warning, maybe she had some compassion for what Erica had already been through, but also for what was coming.
Erica’s notice was for her to report earlier that morning to the Counseling Center. Make an appointment, but Dr. Yves Montana sent her away. ”We”ll wait until everyone meets today in group. I want to hear what everyone has to say before I deal with you individually.”
Her first inclination was to show him her notice. Wanting to complain...”but I was ordered here. Be here at 9 AM“...but she bit her tongue. She held her words. She learned that during her “Adjustment and Orientation“ period.
” Keep your fucking mouth shut bitch. It doesn’t matter what you want or think. Just do what you are told” was what she heard, and eventually what she did as the 4 “Orientation Officers”had their way with her.

But now it was her time to talk. She was the last one to enter the group room. Always walking last, thinking no one was behind her, no one could grab her, pull her away and do more harm, more hurt to her.

 

[arrika-again]

But now called upon to be the first to speak...
He head lowered, her eyes staring at the floor, she clears her throat and stammers...”I’m Erica Marlowe. I..I. ’m here because I... because I feel in love with someone. I feel in love and did some things I shouldn’t have. I...I only wanted to please them...errr please her I mean. They said what I did made me a child molester. But that’s not true, nothing like what they said”....her voice dropping off, she stopped talking. Lowering her head, Squeezing her knees together, folding her hands in her lap, she silently Sobbed and fell silent.

 

[Letrixia]

She looked at the woman who offered to show them around, shrugging she look at her things and decided to leave them there after all those stuff would not be stolen and if they did they would give another set. “Y…Yeah” she jumped out of the top bunk and stretched her back. She remained quiet through everything not wanting to interrupt or say anything that would get her into trouble with either guards or other inmates. She was having trouble believing that she was here where murderers and rapist were also located she needed to be very careful and not ask stuff she does not want to know the answer to.

Once back she noticed they were going to pick her up for some sort of psy evaluation?. Shaking her head she rolled her eyes and nods following the guards to wherever they wanted to take her. Finally, on the room where everybody was going to she took a seat quietly and just shut up. Up until she knew how things ran on this prison she would stay to herself after all a mistake here would mean either stabbed, wounded or raped and she did not liked any of those three, much she prefer solitary to either of those.

 

[MsBloom]

Molly had been one of the first to walk into the room prepared for group therapy and having grabbed a mug of coffee which was actually pretty good she sat down on top of a table next to Alyson and Karin, the only two people she had any kind of relationship with so far. She sipped the coffee and looked around the room. Most of the women there seemed mostly bored or annoyed at having to go through this therapy every week, although when they saw Erica Marlowe enter with just a guard behind her there was a buzz going around the room and a lot of whispers being passed from inmate to inmate but rather than joining them Molly's eyes were drawn to the female doctor who had sat down halfway between the male doctor and herself. Not bad looking she determined and sent the older woman a smile.

Even after the male doctor who had introduced himself as Dr. Montand had given the word to the scared little bunny that was Erica Marlowe and she began her stuttering plea of innocence Molly still kept her eyes on the female doctor who had introduced herself as Dr. Xavier MD and pointed out that while she was not a psychiatrist per se she did have a degree in CBT and had worked with addicts most of her professional life and let the four newcomers know that her door was always open to them if they wanted to talk about such issues.

Molly had of course still listened to the scared bunny, she had decided this was a good nickname for the former teacher who probably just took a simple high school crush a bit too far, and when Erica had stopped talking Molly did look over at her and dangling her legs off the table nodded with a smirk.

 

[arrika-again]

Erica sobbed silently to herself, maybe the other new inmates spoke but she heard nothing. Her world hand changed. She was in a place foreign to her. “I DON’T BELONG HERE”, is all she know. If only she could talk to the girls,they would. Explain it. They would tell the truth and she would be released. It was their parents that made they lie. It was the shool administration that forced the issue. I know in a new trial the truth will come out andI will be released. Why won’t they let me talk to the girls? Please, please. I don’t belong here.

 

[Tanakalian]

He got frustrated with the former school teacher. In the nearly a quarter of a century he had been a prison therapist, Ms. Marlowe was the umpteenth claiming innocence and being misunderstood. In fact, over 90% of all inmates would initially claim they didn’t belong in prison. They did what they did out of love, out of fear, out of money – often lack thereof – out of so many things, but never fully mentally capable. And in the case of the former school teacher, so he had read in the very thick file, it wasn’t just the case of parents accusing her, there were very explicit photographs that proved the guilt of the teacher.

He had sat down, the moment Erica Marlowe had started talking, but he had gotten up again during her small speech. ‘Ms. Marlowe, I am very disappointed in you. It seems you have not listened to my introduction. Anything that is being said in this room, and all here present know this, is private and confidential. If whatever you say inside this room, is being used against you, those inmates will be subject to severe disciplinary actions. However, if you keep it vague, I will never be able to defend you or any of the other inmates. Furthermore, if you keep claiming your innocence, it will be impossible to work on an individual basis’.

He looked at Margaret, the older inmate, ‘Marge, do you remember Jessica Ennis? Ten, maybe twelve years ago? Similar case as Ms. Marlowe here. Remember how she owned her actions and crimes? I heard she’s out on parole’. Miss Ennis was the one exception, but she had connections to people higher up, and while he knew that had a lot to do with her being out, she had indeed owned her situation. Not pulled back, but admitted her wrongdoing.

‘But, Ms. Marlowe’, he changed his attention to the former school teacher again, ‘this will do for now, there are three more newcomers I wish to hear from. For the foreseeable future you will remain in group sessions’. He looked around the room, to see where the other three new inmates were. Molly at the back, on a table, Kelly right in front of him, on a chair. It was a little harder to find the last newcomer, Karin, who sat next to Molly, but he had missed her the first time. The hacker-girl knew how to make herself invisible.

‘Who would like to go next, Molly, you perhaps, or you Karin, or how about you, Kelly? Either of you is fine’.

 

[Letrixia]

"Well what do you want me to say? oh I know I will imitate her and say I am innocent...!. Sure I played with a computer and stole million upon million of dollars from over a hundred companies all over the world using only a laptop but yeah I am innocent... or the fact that I took out a Ferrari for a joy ride yeah I am innocent I was just playing around". She rolled her eyes as she looked at the woman saying she was innocent, "Look I have no idea why you are here but the fact is they found evidence of whatever you did and it was enough to bring you here. Does not matter if you think you are innocent or not the state does not think so. I may make a suggestion... a hacker code... if you do not beat the system, find a way around it. Screaming and yelling will not get you anywhere just relax and think... behave and who knows perhaps you can get out early...".

She looked at him, "So Doctor is that what you wanted me to say? who knows perhaps I left a little present on the internet..." she smiled leaning back on her chair and shaking her head. "Bah this is stupid sharing our feelings... that is not something I do....I let my art speak for itself". She smiled and looks around shaking her head she knew that she needed to make her presence known and at least have some sort of respect around here otherwise she would not survive. "So...." she gave a very fake wide smile, "Who is next?".

 

[MsBloom]

Margaret had nodded in response to Dr Montand's question regarding the former inmate. She remembered Jessica Ennis quite well. She had been a young teacher barely out of college who had allowed herself to be seduced by one of her female students and even if she had resisted the student's increasingly explicit advances for almost a full semester in the end she couldn't help herself. The affair had gone on until just a month before the girl was about to graduate from high school. It was then that the girl Jessica had fallen completely and unconditionally in love with by then exposed their affair and claimed that Ms Ennis had coerced her into committing lewd acts with her in exchange for better grades. This exposure in itself was bad enough but it started a domino effect and eight other girls accused Jessica Ennis of having coerced them too.

Unlike Erica Marlowe she had pleaded guilty to the events in court, in her defence stating that love should have no limits. But it took her two years before she admitted and fully confessed in group therapy and owned up to her responsibility as an adult having taken advantage of a minor's emotional frailty. Two years later, after extensive one on one therapy, she was out on parole and the last Margaret had heard from the girl she was clean sober and studying to become a social worker.

Margaret had then nodded at the clearly upset Erica and smiled as if to let the scared young woman know she would take care of her.

Molly had listened to Karin with a lingering smile on her face while glancing at the young hacker by her side. It was obvious that she seemed to like her roommate's general attitude and after Karin had finished mocking he therapist and the idea of group therapy that smile had grown wider and she was nodding her approval to how Karin had handled herself, and how she had mostly addressed the scared bunny and not the therapists.
"I'll go," Molly then said and stood up.
"It all began on a dark cloudy night when no stars were in the sky and even the moon hesitated to show her face. Me and Alice were high as kites without cords to hold us down. We flew freely and when we got the munchies sometime before dawn we walked, I think we walked, yes, yes we walked, to an all night convenience store somewhere out by the airport and ... we ended up robbing it. Alice and I always carried knives, for protection y'know. You never know what kind of creeps you might meet in dark alleys after midnight."
As she talked she walked around the room as if making a show of her share, as if she was performing a theatrical piece.

 

[Tanakalian]

He chose to ignore the act of the hacker girl for the time being. She wasn’t the first, and would definitely not be the last to pretend to be brave in a group, out of fear or nervousness, either or both combined and mock him instead. There was a saying among prisoners, that those with an end-date would walk out of the facility and never have to look back, but staff was condemned to prison for the rest of their lives. And while that might be true for the guards, often they had no other options, many had failed as a proper law-enforcement person, medical staff and therapists such as himself could walk away and never look back. He still wanted to try to help his inmates, but if they didn’t want help, it wasn’t his problem.

He leaned back in amusement when Molly started her story, listened to it for a couple of moments but then raised a hand. ‘That will do Ms. Bloom, you have clearly missed your calling. But I will also refer you to the theater-group, perhaps they can offer you the lead in the upcoming Christmas play? While I don’t mind a good suspense-story, in fact I am reading one at the moment, you are an inmate and not my favourite writer. So for now, Ms. Bloom, if you can please stick to the facts, it will be beneficial for all of us, I know that at least half of the group really doesn’t want to be here, and the sooner they can leave the better. Please continue, thank you’.

 

[MsBloom]

Molly who at the time Dr Montand interrupted her performance had been facing her two room mates winked at them both and then slowly turned around to face the therapist. She tilted her head to the side and looked at him curiously long enough for the silence to not only settle around the room but also to dominate it.
"Christmas Play you say?" she asked in an almost childish voice filled with fake excitement after having decided to go on with the show just a little while longer.
"But this was on New Years Eve," she then added in her regular voice.
"Two years ago. I do remember there were fireworks at least. Maybe it was Fourth of July."
It had in fact been neither New Years or Fourth of July, but a warm day in the middle of May. Molly shrugged as if it didn't really matter and sat back up on the table between Alyson and Karin.
"Th.th.that's all folks," she finished and moved two fingers across her lips as if zipping them up.

 

[MsBloom]

Before Dr Montand had a chance to further comment on the redheaded new arrival's not only mocking but highly disrespectful response to his request for her to stick to the facts and save the theatrics for the Christmas play Dr Xavier stood up and walked into the small open space between the inmates and herself and Dr Montand.
"While these group sessions may be mandatory for all inmates it is as my colleague said: At least half the women sitting around this room has no desire to participate in them while others actually find it quite beneficial to have a safe forum to talk about the reasons why they ended up here."
While she wasn't not looking directly neither at Molly nor at Karin she made it clear it was them in particular she was addressing when she continued.
"If you find these sessions to be pointless and boring then I would suggest you rather decline sharing until you are ready to do so honestly and without mockery and disrespect to your fellow inmates and to Dr Montand and myself."
She then turned to face the last of the new arrivals in the group.
"If you wish to share Kelly, then it is your turn now, if you don't want to share then perhaps one of the women who find these sessions helpful may share some of their thoughts."
With that Dr Xavier sat back down, crossed her legs and shot a glance at the two young women sitting side by side almost feeding off of each other's attitudes.

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Next post: Kelly Andrews

 

[AndNich123]

Tag: Dr Xavier

"My name is Kelly. Kelly Andrews, but you already know that," she joked. "You already know everything about me. This is about….," her voice trailed into silence. She laughed. It was genuine. It was soft. "I don't know what this about really. So here goes," she continued, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't deny what I did. I will not be some shy, timid butterfly proclaiming my innocense." Her eyes scanned the room looking for the shy, little teacher. "There will never be any denying it," she said slowly, her tone flat. "I believe in Karma. I believe people get what they deserve. So did all those men deserve to die," she asked, looking around the room quickly. Trying to gage an answer of some kind on the faces of the others. "Yes. Don't talk to me about them having a life, a family, being important to someone else, no." Again she laughed, but this time it was different. "Yeah they had families and children. They begged for their lives for them when the blade was to their throat, but tell me something. Where was their concern for their family when their tongue was deep inside of me? Huh? Where was that same concern when I was riding them, draining their balls?" She shook her head. "It didn't exist until it came to something they didn't want to happen to them. It didn't exist….until they had something to lose," she said, once again searching the faces of those in the room. "I have been called Cam or The Virtual Killer. I lured men into my bedroom, had sex with them, tortured them, carved them up, and fed them to my foster family, and I'll tell you this much," she grinned. "The meat was tender. Maybe it was the workout they got before they died, but the meat was tender, juicy, and so damn good." She wanted to stand up, to walk around the room, to become the showman she had been in front of the camera, but she remained in her seat. "It started with my foster dad. Now I won't cry and boo hooo that I had a tough childhood. Everybody has tough times, and bad things happen to a lot of people. So do I blame what I did on that? No. I think it's bullshit when people blame what they did on something that happened to them when they were younger. Bull. Shit. Grow up. Get over it. Shit happens. I killed my foster father because he touched me. That's never acceptable. It was an impulse, but damn did I love the feeling of his warm blood on my skin." Again she shook her head, realizing she was going to a .dark place. "I only cut him up because I couldn't move his whole body. It was never part of the plan. There was never a plan," she laughed once more. "I was winging it. When it was over, I tried to get back to normal, but I wanted more. The cash, the sex, it was all good, but I wanted more. Power corrupts, and I had a taste of it when I held the power to end a life in my hands. So I went after more and more and more. I got careless, got caught, and now I'm sharing my time here. I've seen a few other doctors that have decided to deprive us of their company, thank God," she shouted. "So now I'm here, a transfer. Don't worry. I don't bite. Well, unless you ask me to," she threw a wink at the good doctor who had invited her to share. "Now anything else you wanna know, you're gonna have to ask. I'm an open book. I'm not shy at all. I'll tell you anything you want to know. Just don't ask me to go on camera. I don't do that. Not anymore."

 

[MsBloom]

While Kelly talked Dr Xavier had made some notes here and there but it was true as the transferred inmate had claimed at the beginning of her share, all of what she had told them were in her files along with close to a thousand pages of analysis by several other psychiatrists and psychologists, as well as neurologists all of whom had tried to solve the mystery of what had turned the young adolescent girl Kelly Andrews into one of the most known serial killers of the twenty first century. Much of it explained her reluctance to blame it on her childhood. It was after all the traditional goto theory for psychologists in such cases, to seek out early, usually repressed traumas, PTSD and other similar conditions, but in the case of Kelly Andrews the test results had proved inconclusive at best which was why she had been referred to a neurologis who had scanned her brain for any abnormalities that could explain her extreme actions and personality. These results had also been inconclusive and the mystery remained intact.

One of the notes Dr Xavier had written down on her note pad was Addictive Personality Disorder, a diagnosis she was fairly certain that Kelly would agree on and having worked extensively with addicts over the course of her career she intended to suggest to Dr Montand that they might share Ms Andrews private therapy sessions, and considering the combined looks of fear and disgust on any of the other inmates faces she would also suggest that perhaps Ms Andrews should not participate in any further group sessions. While there were of course quite a few murderers among the inmates most of them were still there for much lesser crimes such as fraud, grand theft, prostitution and drug related crimes. To have a cannibalistic serial killer like Kelly among them might unnerve quite a few of them.

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Next Post: Dr. Montand.
(Karin and Erica can post reactions to the last few posts as well.)

 

[Tanakalian]

The open introductions at group sessions were only partially for himself. He knew his inmates from their files, the pure and raw facts, and sometimes some more information from psychiatric evaluations. And in the case of Ms. Marlowe a lot more and in that of Ms. Andrews a thousand pages long file. No, the introductions were, for him, much more meant to see how ‘older’ inmates, those residing longer at Mirkwater reacted to new entries. Nobody would even dare touch Ms. Andrews, not so much because of her crimes, but more for her confidence. She owned the room when she spoke. Totally the opposite to the teacher, who was like a deer in headlights.

Dr. Montand cared very little for previous evaluations, he based his findings on his own research and conversational sessions with inmates. He wasn’t a therapist to put a label on a person very easily. It was like Kelly Andrews had just said, own up for your actions, power corrupts. And she was right about that. He had met people, outside of Mirkwater, who had had the best youth, comfortable, parents giving them all they wished, and still they had committed heinous crimes. And there were many examples of people coming from disadvantaged backgrounds, and still had made it in life, against all odds. He had once met a girl online who came from a very poor background, with no apparent chance for her life, but by working hard she’d become a forensic pathologist.

For his dissertation at Cambridge, he had taken psychological surveys as his subject, and had done an actual survey to be included in his dissertation. All 457 participants were successful in life, one way or the other, none of them had ever been convicted of any crimes, but according to the results, at least 14% of the participants would be classed as psychopaths. It completely proved his starting point that a psychological evaluation could and would be interpreted differently by different therapists. He graduated with a first and got offered a place at Princeton for further research.

And he was well aware that a lot of his fellow therapists often had an idea of what label to give a person and then with the results of the evaluation look for those results that would match that initial idea. It infuriated him to no end.

When Kelly Andrews had finished her own introduction, he stood up, looking around the room and addressed a few of the longer serving inmates. ‘Not too long, ladies, we’re nearly finished’. He looked at the four newcomers, he took their faces one more in, a mug-shot was one thing, but an actual facial expression told a thousand words. ‘Next group session is next week Monday, same time. But you four newcomers I want to see individually, during the course of this week. Ms. Marlowe, we already have an appointment for tomorrow 9am. Ms. Williams, I would like to see you Wednesday at 9 in the morning. Ms. Bloom, Thursday at 9 and Ms. Andrews Friday at 9am. That’ll be all for now, my door is always open, as those being guests for longer here will know. You can all go now’.

 

[MsBloom]

"And the same goes for my door of course," Dr Xavier said and stood up with a smile to the room.
"And as usual, if I'm currently busy with another patient then talk to Nurse Benson and she will make an appointment for you."
With that she turned to Dr Montand and told him she would be in her office catching up on the morning's paperwork until the next group arrived in about twenty minutes.

Molly had been watching the transferred inmate with interest during her share and now she took a longer look.
"That she's here in this group means she'll be in our wing," Alyson informed her.
"Could be interesting," Molly said and nodded as she could at least relate to the wanting more part of Kelly's story. Power was addictive, so was sex, good sex even more so, money too she assumed but more than that the thrill, the rush of adrenaline, whether it was about doing 110 mph down the interstate with your eyes closed and your girlfriend guiding you or whether you were committing a crime.

When group was over Margaret walked over to Erica who had placed herself as far from everyone as was possible and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I sense that we need to have a talk," the older woman said and waited, with her hand on Erica's shoulder, for the former school teacher to stand up and get ready to follow the guards back to their corridor.

As they all filed out of the group therapy room Molly walked by Karin's side and half way back up on their floor she gave the hacker a light nudge in the side and leaned in closer to her.
"Still have the money hidden away somewhere where the feds will never find them, do you?"
She stuck her hands into the pocket of the overall and raised her eyebrows knowingly but also taking in the hacker's figure with a smile.
"At least most of it anyway right. Money they don't even know you have."
The smile widened and Molly nodded in approval of what she saw. A while later she announced to Karin that she had always had a thing for redheads.
"Dunno if it's because I am myself or not but y'know what I mean it's just soooo ..."

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[arrika-again]

Erica remained seating waited for the other inmates to leave. “Alway be last she thought to herself. Don’t left anyone sneak up behind you, look over your shoulder”. A lesson learned after her beatings and rape @ County. But her focus was broken by a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was Margaret, coming to her suggesting to talk. Older, wiser, experienced Margaret. When Erica ever got up enough courage, she was going to approach her herself.
Erica needs a friend, an advisor, a mentor. Someone how could help her through this ordeal, help her survive.. Nodding silently, swallowing hard she stood, still with Marge’s hand on her shoulder and walked with her out of the conference room and down the long hallway to their section. Stammering her first woords to the older inmate, “MMar...Margaret...I.I wanted to talk to you. Ask for for some advise. You told me before I had to beware, they would be coming for me, and have to take a stand.
I’m afraid, I’m scared.i don’t know how, or what to do. They said they would brand me next time. Please I’m scared. people said talk with you. You would know how to...how to keep them away from me. Protect me. Please ...can you do that? Can you help me? The look in Erica’s eyes was pleading, begging, lost and afraid...