Entering his vision wasn't a co-worker but instead... A beautiful blonde woman wearing some kind of skintight purple outfit with matching leggings, complete with a bright yellow slash around her waist. She looked into his eyes as she stood in the dark doorway. As she stood there, Eric noticed the black collar around her neck, risk, and a large tracker around her ankle... she was the one who cleared out the prison? How!?
Nina walked into the room, silent, until she stood in front of Eric.
She bent down to one knee and grabbed Eric's throat. Not a tight grip but still threatening. Her hand around his throat, she forced him to his feet. Her cold eyes, scaring Eric into submission.
Her hand still in place, spoke one word. "Name."
"E-Eric!" He struggled.
Her eyes seem to stare into his soul, past his eye's. "What's your job?"
Eric couldn't help but look into her eyes as he answered. "A guard!"
"The rest of the guards are in a room... They won't be getting out of anytime soon. Do you want to join them?"
Eric, honestly, felt like he was going to piss his pants. Did this woman kill those other men? Was he the only one left?
His thoughts distracting him from answering the lady's question. Her grip got tighter.
"N-No!"
She released her choke.
"This..." The woman lifted her foot off of the ground. Eric looked at the bare, red pedicured foot.
"...Is this tracking device online?"
Eric could sense more trouble coming his way... He didn't know shit about his damn place!
"I... I'm not sure."
Like lightening, her grip was again around his neck.
Eric gasped. "P-P-Pleeeease! I'm not lying!"
Still sitting the woman kept her grip and started to pull his hair with her free hand.
Again, Eric was fading... He started to tear up. He couldn't help but wonder... If this was it.
Eric began to tear up... as he would put it but in reality... He was starting to cry.
The woman eased up... "Pathetic... Your friends didn't cry."
"Think before answering me... Where are your weapons?"
Eric wiped the tears from his cheek... He knew the answer to this question... but she wasn't going to like it.
Eric coughed before answering. "There... There are no weapons here."
This was the truth. The only thing this prison gave the employees were garbage night sticks which probably couldn't break glass. They were given to the staff for looks and perhaps intimidation. A lot of the guards left them at home, and no one told them to bring them... no one cared. Fake guns, where undoubtedly, out of this places budget.
The woman got off of her knees and placed her feet beside both of Eric's legs. She menacingly towered over Eric, looking for more.
"This prison is a shithole... They couldn't afford weapons. None of us are trained... You might have ran into some guards with cheap ass plastic sticks... that was all we were given."
The woman didn't reply. Eric did all he could. He wasn't going to lie and get caught.
"...Get up."
Eric struggled to his feet again.
"You have a car?"
Eric knew where this was headed. "...Yes."
"You're going to ride me out of here."
"...." Eric was out of his league.
The blonde stepped up to Eric. "Look at me."
Eric looked into her blue eyes. "I don't need a weapon to kill you. If I sense anything wrong, I will not stutter... not even for a second. Understood?"
"...Y-Yes." Eric felt as if he was staring into the grim reaper... He knew this woman wasn't bullshiting. This job wasn't worth dying over.
"Slowly; get up and start moving." She commanded and he did as told...
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