Chapter 13 - Prisoner Five Hundred Margot's POV Cara scraped the last of her pasta salad up with her fork and let out a long sigh . " Tell me this isn't the best damn food you've had in , like , forever . " I laughed weakly , chewing the final bite of my chicken wrap . " Unfortunately for us , it definitely is . " We both glanced at the buffet , still half - loaded with pastries , sandwiches , and those mini chocolate brownies that looked criminally good . " I mean , " Cara said , eyeing the brownies , " we could go back up . Screw it . Might be our last good food for a while who knows what they'll feed us in a prison . Better yet , this might be our last supper ! " I raised a brow at her . " You said not to jinx it , remember ? " I complain , understanding that we had put an end to the death jokes . She rolled her eyes . " Too late for that now . I realised that we've already jinxed it when we applied to be a part of this ! We may as well enjoy the perks . " I laughed again , but there was no real humour in it . The food was good - hell , it was amazing - but that gnawing unease in my gut hadn't left since we stepped into this place . No amount of sandwiches or pasta salad could drown out the feeling that we were in way too deep . Still , Cara stood , grabbing up her empty plate . " I'm getting another brownie . Come on . " I followed her reluctantly , stuffing another water bottle into my tracksuit pocket like some desperate scavenger . Just in case . If we were being shoved into a cell later tonight , who knew when we'd see anything this decent again ? But before we even reached the halfway point of the buffet line , the side doors creaked open again with an ominous groan . The room quieted almost instantly . Girls began to trickle back inside in twos and threes those who had been taken out earlier for their inmate briefings . They returned with strange expressions : some dazed , some unnerved , and others ... oddly giddy . " What the hell ? " I whispered to Cara as we slowly backed away from the table , our appetites dying a second death . " They're coming back like they just got back from a fucking spa day , " Cara muttered . " Yeah , or speed dating in hell . " 1/4 3:12 pm P DD Chapter 13 - Prisoner Five Hundred We watched as the scarred man returned to the platform , eyes flicking over the room like a hawk surveying its prey . The guards flanking the door resumed their clipboard ritual . " The next twenty will now be called ! " He announced , as the same routine played out ... " Kylie Antwood ... Olivia Tees ... Then , the name I'd been dreading to hear : " Margot Belle . " The words sliced through the air like a blade . I froze mid - step . My plate slipped slightly in my hands , threatening to fall . Cara immediately turned to me , her face paling in real - time . " It's okay , " she whispered , grabbing my hand . " You've got this . It's just a briefing . You're going to be fine , you'll be back soon to tell me all about it . " Easy for her to say - since her name hadn't just been read out like a damn death sentence . But I nodded anyway , even as the blood drained from my face . A tall man stood waiting for me near the exit . He was bald with a thick , muscular frame and eyes that didn't seem to blink . The moment our eyes locked , he gave the smallest nod which I was oddly grateful for ... showing me that this was all ok . I forced my legs to move , though they felt stiff and uncooperative , like I was wading through syrup . Cara gave my hand one final squeeze before I broke away and headed toward the guard . He didn't say a word - just turned on his heel and marched out the side door and I had no choice but to follow him . The hallway was cold , long , and metallic . Every footstep echoed like a gunshot , the fluorescent lights above humming like they were seconds from blowing out. I wanted to look back . But I didn't . At the end of the corridor , we stepped into another wide room - this one sectioned off by large freestanding curtains , giving the illusion of privacy . The space buzzed with quiet voices , most of them female . I spotted a few of the girls from earlier , seated on metal folding chairs beside grim - faced guards who were flipping through files with pages full of clipped photos and typed notes . My stomach flipped in anticipation knowing that I was about to hear all about the inmate I had been assigned to ... What was his crime ? Was he a killer ? Would he attempt to kill me ?! 2/4 3:12 pm PSDD . Chapter 13 - Prisoner Five Hundred The bald guard cleared his throat to gain my attention , before he motioned toward a curtained section at the far end . I stepped inside to find two chairs and a plain metal table . A thick sealed brown folder was already waiting on it , my name typed neatly across the tab . This is it , I thought ... " Sit , " the man finally said , voice like gravel . " Let's open this then and see what prisoner number you got . " I lowered myself down into the cold metal seat , spine rigid , heart pounding . Whatever happened next , I had to be ready . Because the second this folder opened ... my inmate , my fate , would no longer be hypothetical . This was the beginning ... Watching as the man ran his thumb along the top to tear it open at a snails pace felt almost criminal in itself . Eventually , he fumbled to draw out the contents , turning it the right way up before his eyes began to scan - shielding the documents from my view . I watched him , waiting patiently for him to speak , but instead , his face began to contort before my very eyes . " This ... this can't be fucking right ... " he scowled at the page , shuffling them around before slapping the sheets back down on top of the table causing me to flinch at the harshness of his action . He stood from his chair , moving around me to poke his head back out in to the open space : " Commander ! Come check this out for a sec ! " He bellowed , not caring much for anyone else around us as my palms grew sweatier ... what was happening ?! He returned quickly to his chair , as my heartbeat quickened in confusion , watching him collect up the sheets once more . Seconds later another man appeared by our side , a large gun hanging across his chest as I swallowed hard , not liking that its tip was pointing directly at me ... " What is it ?! " He snaps impatiently , as the guard turns the pages and points to something on there . " Prisoner five hundred ?! That's got to be a mistake ? How'd he get approved for this shit ? You do realise if he passes , he might actually get released ! " He rants to the commander , as I feel my tongue begin to swell from inside of my mouth . Who the hell were they talking about ?! " Ah yes , nah , there's no mistake I'm afraid . He applied and got approved , said he wants to make a real effort . No doubt his father had a hand in this , you know how it is . " The commander shrugs , before his eyes 3/4 3:12 pm Chapter 13 - Prisoner Five Hundred shift to me . " Good luck to you little lady , that's all I'll say on this one ! " He laughs to himself , addressing me as I shift uncomfortably on my chair . Without another word , he leaves us , as the guard before me rubs a rough hand across his forehead with a sigh . " Well I suppose I better brief you on this as much as I can ... the man you've been assigned to goes by the name : Coban Santorelli . " I blinked , drinking in the name as I tried my best to keep up ... Coban Santorelli? Even that sounded dangerous ... What have I done ?! Chapter Comments 17 Write Comments SHARE Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!