Swiftly Nikki jumped out of her chair intend on finding out what was going on downstairs, hoping some sick joke à la candid camera was going to show up. Bursting out of her cell she was instantly surrounded by screaming women running for the stairs, panic written all over their faces. When Nikki looked below she saw herds of women huddled together, all heading for the mess hall.
At the other side, behind the other banister, she saw a black uniformed man sporting what looked to be an armed Kalashnikov under his arm, opening every cell and shouting to the women inside to get their ‘sorry’ arses below as soon as their ‘fat’ legs could get them.

“MOVE! MOVE! GET OUT OF MY FACE WHILE YOU STILL CAN YOU BLEEDIN BITCH!!”

Another buffoon, looking identical to the other, was making his way down her corridor too. Nikki thought she’d be better off if she followed the throng of women before the uniformed bastard got to her cell, so she got in line and descended the stairs in a hurried pace towards the mess hall where a thundering noise was rising crescendo.

Everyone on G-wing had been rounded up in the mess hall and they were all to be seated on the floor, some women were crying, some were screaming obscenities to the uniforms, others just sat there, paralysed.
Nikki was one of the last to enter the hall and as she seated herself beside an unusually quiet Julie Saunders she took note of the many armed men ordering and pushing the women around and also the distressing lack of screws around.
‘Where are they?’ flittered through her mind and as if on cue, a group of screws were ushered in, their hands tied behind their back.
‘HELEN!’ Nikki screamed out in her head.
Alongside the screws Helen Stewart and recently appointed wing-governor Karen Betts were walking towards the seated crowd, in the same manner as the others were.
When they came out in the open some women started howling and hooting, pleased by the cuffed state the screws were in, while the others kept their crying up.
A pang of rage shot through Nikki seeing Helen treated with so much disrespect but she kept seated and watched for she still thought of all this as some sick joke, a prank or maybe some alternative therapy Head Commission wanted to test or… well this was just too unreal. There had to be some logical explanation to this.