Nobody wanted to challenge her. Vanessa enjoyed demonstrating her power in front of everyone, publicly humiliating whoever crossed her path to remind them that she was the one in charge.
For several days, she did not even notice the new inmate. Until lunchtime arrived.
The cafeteria was packed. Inmates occupied the long metal tables while chatting in low voices.
The newcomer stayed alone, eating peacefully in a corner. Then Vanessa saw her.
She watched her for a few moments from the far end of the cafeteria. A mocking smile appeared on her face before she began walking slowly toward her.
Gradually, silence began to spread. Many inmates stopped talking. Some even moved their trays aside.
Everyone knew what was about to happen. When Vanessa chose a victim, it almost never ended well.
She stopped in front of the table and locked her eyes on the stranger’s food.
“Hey… give me your lunch.” The young woman looked up without losing her composure.
“It’s my food. If you’re hungry, go get your own.” The nearest inmates exchanged surprised looks.
No one remembered ever hearing a response like that. The tattooed woman remained completely calm.
Vanessa frowned. “I’m still hungry. Give it to me. You’re not going to die from missing a day of food.”
“No.” The answer was short, firm, and calm. Without the slightest trace of fear.
As if the most dangerous woman in the entire prison were not standing right in front of her.
For a few seconds, the cafeteria fell completely silent. Many realized that this would end in the worst possible way.
