I was shoved roughly into the little cell, one of the overnight ones. I mean, I was only in here for punching someone in the face in front of the police. It was good they didn't know who I was, or I'd be in here for a lot longer.
There were sounds of agony all around me. "Oh, shut the hell up," I yelled. "You don't get to moan until I do." One man, about thirty with tattoos all over his face, smiled at me, leeringly. I stood up, walked to his cell which was right next to mine, and grabbed the collar of his shirt. "You got something to say?"
"Sweet," he said. "Never seen a babe like you in here before."
I punched him, hard. Blood squirted from his nose and called out. The guard opened my cell door and grabbed me. "That's it, Red," he said. "I'm putting you in the longer stay cells. You've got yourself a month in here now."
I cackled. "Looks like 13 is my magic number." It was my 13th time in jail, and I had finally got a month out of it.
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