I wake up when it is still sunrise. I have learnt that if I don’t shut the blinds I wake up earlier and without an alarm. I have always been a morning person since I can remember. I feel that the earlier you wake up the more quiet you will have around you. When it is quieter I can be with myself and think of something to write and an alternative world to imagine. Which brings me back to the reality that I need to start working. Gayla said that I have till the end of the week, Friday, which is four days away, where I need to figure out a plan and put it into action.
I stare up the ceiling for some time trying to recall every single piece of information I have managed to get yesterday, they are not much, but they might just outline the overall plan.
I push the covers away. Till now, what I know is this; the only possible way out is Emanuel’s room. The thing is there is a lot of buts in this thing. The first but would be, that if escaping the prison was easy from Emanuel’s room, why Emanuel or his men themselves hadn’t escape. The second but that Emanuel looks like a guy that only keep a few people to his room. The third but that I need a lot of information from Emanuel himself, but his right hand looks really suspicious of anything, so if I said the wrong thing, they might skin me alive. The fourth but that if all of this happened, then how do we open the outer door and how do we get out without the towers seeing us and shooting at us.
“UGH…” I scream out of frustration and get out of bed and head to the restroom. Once I wash my face, I look at the mirror and notice something on my neck. Is this a hickey? Oh my god, it is. That bastard he shouldn’t leave hickeys on me, no man would want to see another’s man mark on the women he fucks. He is going to ruin everything for me. He totally ruined yesterday and I didn’t get enough information, no, I didn’t get any information from yesterday’s mission. All that I got is a hickey on my neck. I am furious of him.
Did he really have to do this? Well technically he did, I remember him kissing my neck and sucking for a long time.
I feel myself getting lost in the fantasy land and getting wet. I really want to be mad at him. Being mad is the most natural reaction to get. And beside he completely causing me not to focus on my mission that I might get killed if it failed. I inhale deeply and wash my face again. Feeling myself slipping back into focus.
I head out order breakfast and get a notebook out. On one side of the sheet I write all the information I have till now. The prison is surrounded by electric wires and after the wires we will have towers from all directions, that are according to the video Gayla showed me, will have lights that light the entire space between the prison and the wires. After the arena, we would find what I like to call the reception of the prison. That only has one guard and bunch of bottoms and controlling board and not to mention the door that requires an access. Then the good part once the reception is over we will find the door that lead to Emanuel’s room that also lead to the prison from the other side.
On another page I write all the information that is missing from me. I need to know how people can get into Emanuel’s room and how often. I think I can get this one myself from Emanuel himself today. Considering he gave me to someone else yesterday. I also need to know the relationship between Alex and Emanuel. If Alex can enter Emanuel’s room or not. If not I have to figure out what Marcus has done so he go the permission so maybe Alex would too. I also need to know the guarding system from the inside. From the overall information I have gathered that the only leader in the prison is Emanuel himself and no one else.
I think this is everything I need to know for now. Maybe later today after getting those information and start setting down the plan I will get more information and look for an answer for it.
After finishing breakfast I start getting ready for my day. I turn on the TV and look for a music channel. I have always loved listening to music while getting ready. It gives me a blast. I find some good Columbian music. I can’t understand a word from what the song is saying, but the music itself it great and I find myself dancing along. I start curling my long hair, something I do only on special occasion and it seems trying to seduce a criminal is a special occasion to me. I laugh at the humor of the situation and how I came in terms with it. I actually think about it and decide to call it operation seducing a criminal. It has a nice ring. Maybe one day I’ll decide to open up about my experience in a book and call it OPERATION SEDUCING CRIMINAL. That if I survived the operation itself. I let the subject go from my brain and start humming and dancing along while I am doing my hair.
After spending nearly a decade curling my hair I turn into the next step in operation getting ready to seduce a criminal, which is make to seduce a criminal. Wait, Emanuel is not just a criminal he is a mob leader. I guess I will have to change the name now into operation seducing a mafia leader. The makeup today will be just like yesterday’s makeup, which consists of dark smoky eyes combined with lined eyes, and red lipstick. When they told me the makeup I supposed to put I called them cliché and that we need to change it a little bit, I don’t want to look like a normal slut, but all the people presented in the room, males and females, gave me a stupid look and started working on teaching me the right amount of makeup, which is a ton.
After couple of songs I can now the second step in getting ready for operation seducing a mob leader is done and let’s jump into the third step, which is getting ready. They wanted to step in and show me how to wear the clothes, but I couldn’t let them. No one in the world would dress me. I am a control freak when it comes to clothes, but a very flexible control freak, they want sex goddess I can make. They want a sexy student, they can consider it done. They want a porno star, they just have to say a name and it will be done. That and my normal boring clothes I wear every day.
So I go and pick up a black maxi skirt with two slits to show off both of my legs up to the thighs. I style it with a lace bralet that shows off my entire poops. The skirt is low waist and with the bralet my stomach is visible, so I add a belly button ring to add a sexiness touch, like the outfit is not sexy enough. I pick up a high heeled pumps and the look is complete. Just for the sake of the streets and public appropriateness, I add a leather jacket that will be taken off the second I am in Emanuel’s room.
I take a look at the mirror and start dancing to the music on and for a moment I forget about everything and imagine myself one of those girls who spend most of their time in rock concert and dance with everything I have, all the emotions, the good and the bad and for a moment I enjoy myself so much, just like I enjoyed myself before everything happened.
Of course the moment had to be ruined with Gayla and one of her men whistling and giving me the cat call.
“Wow, Sansa. No wonder why Emanuel asked for you for another day.” The person who came in with Gayla’s said. Just like Gayla, they are tall and fit, handsome in a completely Russian way. But from the inside I am sure he is as ugly as it gets. If it weren’t for Gayla, I am pretty sure he would have killed me or raped me or both, but whichever comes first.
“He didn’t even taste her yet. It was someone else. But she seems that she left a good impression on all of the men on the prison.” I ignore them both and sit on the bed and wear my jacket. I don’t like them looking at me. She sits near me on the bed. “So, today I went to ask Alex more information about the prison ruling methods from the insight and after this he wanted to know more about the way he was going out with and I told him that you are working to form. He wanted to know how, I told him how you are getting inside the prison and here is the funny thing, his jaw dropped.” She nudges me. “Apparently the guy you were with walked out from you looking like he had just come straight from heaven and you became the most wanted girl in prison.”
Fuck this. You know how all the girls want to be wanted by all men and how this would satisfies her ego, even I wanted that at one point, but believe me when I say that I don’t want to become wanted by Columbian’s criminal.
Even thou I was freaking out from the inside I didn’t show them any emotions from the outside, the only comment I gave her was a sideway glance to show her that I don’t really care that much.
“Well, I guess you wouldn’t want to know who the guy you fucked to heaven and back yesterday is.” She said this in a mocking voice.
“But Gayla, I want to know.” The nasty guy said in a childish voice making me remember that he was still with us in the room.
“Are you going to give me information that I can use, or are you just going to gossip all night long? Because if you will, excuse me I have work I need to do.”
Gayla’s man looked at me murderously and took couple of steps towards me. Even thou I was really afraid of him, I remembered something since I was a little girl, show the dog that you are afraid of him, he will chase you, show him that you are not, he will run from you.
Fortunately Gayla’s stood up and interrupted his plan to kill me. “She is right, time is flying by.” She turns to me and continue “From what I have gathered from Marcus, is that the entire prison is ruled by Emanuel and his men from the inside. The police gave them all the power from the inside, but if someone decided to try and escape, Emanuel would stop him, that was his deal with the police and if he succeeded and escaped the inside of the prison, he would just be shot by the guards in the towers surrounding the prison. When I asked why Emanuel himself didn’t try to escape, they said that the guarding from the outside is so good that no one even Emanuel can escape from it and would be shot at once. They wouldn’t care at all. Also Emanuel is the only prisoner that is allowed girls to visit him inside the prison itself, but on the other hand he is also not allowed any male prisoner to visit him at all, fearing that he might be one of his friends and would help him get out.
On who can get inside Emanuel room, the answer was no one. The room has a key that is on Emanuel’s neck all the time. He only chose who to enter his room, which is always his men, the one who were captured with him from his mob.
Before you ask, the guy from yesterday was the only exception to who can enter Emanuel’s room. Apparently someone was trying to kill Emanuel and this guy killed him for him and you were his prize.”
“So this guy won Emanuel’s trust. Why can’t Alex do the same? Win his trust I mean, not the killing.” I said.
“As I said it was something very rare to be happening. Emanuel has two rooms, one with the other prisoners, you can call it his office and that where he meets everyone else, and the other is his room, the one he keeps to himself and also the only room connected to the prison.”
“The only way I see it now is to enter from Emanuel’s room, this is the only possible thing. Even thou it is possible? It will be a mission impossible to get out of the prison alive. But at least from there they can reach the prison entrance, without breaking out from two walls and two arena’s.”
“Well, maybe you can figure something out from your visit to Emanuel today. After all Alex has been there for only a short period of time. He doesn’t really know much.”
“It seems that Emanuel has half of the answer of the escape himself.”