Alice and the Warden, Stories

AatW – 56

Damon returned to his motel room after spending all day at the construction site, and quickly pulled off his sweaty t-shirt in disgust. From there he retreated to the bathroom, where he finished undressing and stood under the shower, letting the hot water soak in and warm his sore muscles.

What the hell was he doing?

He hated his job, his boss, and all his coworkers. There were moments when he threw himself into the physical labor to keep himself from punching someone, and he did his best to bite his tongue otherwise. It would not benefit him to lose control.

He should get on his motorcycle and leave; find a new town and a new girl, and never look back. That had always been his way of living, and it would be the smart thing for him to do. This particular area was far too precarious for him to be lurking around in anyway.

He knew he was too much of a bad person to be indulging the secret sentiments of his heart. Even Alice hadn’t believed him when he had told her that he wanted to see his kid, even though he had somehow expected that she would. Despite that, he felt inexplicably drawn to the child.

What was wrong with him?

Damon knew plenty of guys who had fathered then abandoned children without giving a single thought to them. Everyone expected him to be like that. He could see in Alice’s eyes that she hoped he would one day do her the favor of disappearing, yet it continually pressed on his mind that he wanted to see that baby again. He wanted to know that she was growing up right, to know that a piece of him could be redeemed.

He had been sober for too long, and he was becoming more and more pathetic with each day that passed. What he really needed was a bender.

After he finished showering and dressing, he pulled out his phone to text Miranda and tell her to meet him at the motel. She had wanted to get drinks, and he had every intention of going through the motions of showing her a good time. He got the sense that she was primed, so he needed to make sure that everything was set up and that the night played out perfectly. Miranda was his insurance.

It wasn’t long until she knocked on his door, and he joined her outside. In a glance he surmised that she had dressed to go riding on his motorcycle, wearing a black wool peacoat, jeans, and boots, though her hair was still pinned up. He gave her an appreciative smile.

“Where did you have in mind?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Somewhere fun.”

“I know a good bar, then.” He grabbed Miranda’s arm to pull her over to his motorcycle, and urged her to sit behind him.

He drove straight there, then placed his hand on the small of Miranda’s back as he escorted her inside. “There’s a dance floor over there,” he said as he pointed. “Some pool tables, too, and a stage. If we’re lucky, they might even serve us snacks.”

She laughed slightly. “Might be a good idea to get some food to go with our drinks. I haven’t had a proper meal all day.”

Damon pulled out a chair for her to sit down at a table. “Do you like mozzarella sticks?”

Miranda wrinkled the bridge of her nose. “I haven’t had them since I was in college. I usually go for more refined menus.”

“But tonight, we’re lettin’ loose, right?”


Damon placed their order, including a margarita for Miranda. It tickled her that he had remembered, and she sipped it as they waited for the food.

“Is something up?” Damon asked after a minute, watching her with an intense gaze.

“Hm? No,” she replied simply, staring down at her drink.

“There’s gotta be a reason why you wanted to immerse yourself in booze and company tonight.” He brushed her hand with his fingertips. “I might understand.”

She gave him a critical look, then let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I want to forget all about it.”

“I can help with that, too.” He thought for a moment. “Have you ever played a drinking game?” Miranda shook her head, so he pulled out his phone. “I, uh, found this app the other day where you have to guess the phrase based off of the pictures. I thought it looked fun, but I’m supposed to be a tough guy, you know? I couldn’t ask anyone else to play it with me. How about, the loser has to take a drink.”

“Sure, let’s do it.” Miranda grinned. “I have to warn you though, I’m smart.”

Damon laughed. “Go easy on me, please. I don’t know if I’d stand a chance against you otherwise.”

They played for awhile, eating mozzarella sticks in between drinks and ordering more when their glasses emptied. She won more often than not at first, but the longer they played, the more she found herself laughing too much to be quick on the uptake. Occasionally Damon would say something ridiculously wrong with a mischievous look in his eyes, but every so often he would surprise Miranda with a clever answer.

Near the end of her second margarita, a picture popped up that made her heart pound as soon as she interpreted it, and she felt frozen as she waited to hear the dreaded phrase. Sure enough, Damon exclaimed, “Baby on board! I win! Now you gotta take a drink.”

She didn’t move, instead saying quietly, “Basil never once called me a baby killer. Sometimes I wish he would, so I could hate him for it.”

Damon picked up his phone, turned off the screen, and returned it to his pocket. “I’m here,” he murmured, reaching to hold her hand.

“No one ever talks about what it’s like, afterwards. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and ask myself, ‘What have you done?’” Miranda was too intoxicated to hold back the tears that came spilling out, but in a way it felt good to finally let them out. “I looked up what my due date would have been, and every year I think about the birthday that I would have been celebrating if I hadn’t … And sometimes, when I have to work with someone who’s obviously guilty, I think to myself, ‘This is who I killed my baby for.’” She barely finished her sentence before she broke down crying too hard to continue.

Damon stood and pulled Miranda out of the bar with him, making sure to grab her coat from the back of her chair and wrap it around her shoulders before they went. He took her around the side of the building where they could be hidden from the other patrons coming and going. “Go ahead and breathe,” he said quietly. “The air is better out here.”

“God, I’m such a mess.” Miranda forced a smile. “I’m sorry I unloaded all of that on you.”

“I’m not.” Damon pulled her closer. “You can unload anything you need to on me, and I’ll listen.” Their eyes met as he wiped the tears from her face, and on impulse Miranda moved to press her lips against his.

Damon turned her to gently push her against the brick wall, his eyes intense as his hands roamed all over her body and he hungrily deepened the kiss with his tongue. Through his jeans, she could feel his growing desire for her, and it ignited her own fire inside.

“Take me back to your room,” she breathed.

Miranda hugged him tightly as they drove his motorcycle back to the motel, praying that the cold night wouldn’t sober her up enough to decide that what she was doing was a bad idea. But she had already confessed her deepest secret to Damon, one that she barely even acknowledged to herself, and that made her crave even more intimacy with him.

Once inside, Miranda began to grope at the waistband of Damon’s pants, but he stopped her. “I want you to strip for me,” he said as he reached to the back of her hair and began pulling out bobby pins to release her bun, then ran his fingers through her hair to loosen it. His touch felt amazingly good, so Miranda curbed her embarrassment.

“Looking for a show, huh?” she teased as he sat down in a chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Keep your glasses on,” Damon said with a grin. “I think you are extremely sexy in them.”

Miranda laughed as she took off her coat and dropped it to the floor, kicked off her shoes, then slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. “You’re in for a treat, because I can be all kinds of sexy.” After her shirt was open all the way, she slid off her pants, purring as she did, “Go ahead and get undressed, and wait for me on the bed.”

“As you wish, my angel,” Damon replied. “I am yours to command.”

Miranda helped him pull off his jacket and t-shirt, then pulled her blouse all the way off and tossed it away. Next she pulled Damon over to the bed and pushed him down onto it, before stepping back to turn away from him with a teasing look as she unfastened her bra and took it off. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“Mm, yeah,” Damon replied, and she turned to face him, climbing on top of him and pushing him down.

He kept himself in check and acted far more submissively than what normally suited him, but it was necessary to play into Miranda’s fantasy of being in control. She was too caught up in herself to read any of his cues, and he wondered in the back of his mind if Alice’s talent for timing had ruined his chances of ever enjoying sex again. Nevertheless, he made the necessary noises and motions when appropriate, until eventually she collapsed against him and they were done.

Damon grimaced as he extricated himself from a sleeping Miranda, and retreated to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Alone, his mind once again turned towards his daughter, and he secretly chuckled to himself at the thought that Alice had named her Alicia – that was perfectly in line with the sort of person she was. He had never considered Alice beautiful until that moment he had seen her clutching their infant protectively against her chest, and he realized that she had finally blossomed into herself.

He badly wanted to see his baby again.

Alicia was the first thing he had ever cared about.


Alice and the Warden, Stories

AatW – 36

Alice plopped down into a wooden lawn chair next to Kate and nibbled from her plate of food, grateful to be out of the spotlight. In addition to the hamburger that Hackett had proudly assembled for her, there was an assortment of salads for her to choose from, including one that looked like crushed cookies in whipped cream. She felt particularly excited to try that one, but felt reticent to admit it for fear that it would make her look like she belonged more with the kids than the adults. While she felt secure when she was alone with Hackett, being surrounded by all of his friends made her feel like she was barely older than her baby.

“You look stunning today,” Kate murmured, happily patting the baby’s back as she slept. “When Basil put my ring on you, I thought that you looked exactly like a bride.”

Alice forced a small chuckle. “Honestly, Basil’s the one who chose this dress for me to wear, and I guess now I know why.”

“I hope you didn’t mind gesture, especially since you were so tired this morning.” Alice blushed as Kate spoke. “I wanted you to have a piece of our family, and my wedding ring seemed like the most appropriate thing. Basil is so madly in love, he wanted to shout it to the world.”

“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” Alice said, holding her hand up to look at the ring and admire the small diamonds set into a delicate gold band. “Are you sure you want to part with it?”

“Don’t worry about it. William will always be in my heart, but it’s time to move forward.” Kate stroked the baby’s hair as she added, “I’m a grandma now.”

“I promise that I’ll cherish it. And I’ll take good care of Basil too, especially after everything that he’s done for me. He really helped me turn my life around, and saved Alicia’s life as well …” Alice choked up a little, so she cleared her throat and turned to watch Hackett, still manning the grill. “I don’t know how much he’s told you about my past.”

“Not a whole lot. All he really said was that you had been taken advantage of by a bad sort who got you into a lot of trouble.”

“Yeah.” Alice paused to continue eating, and to think of how she wanted to explain her history to her mother-in-law. “I don’t know why, but I did everything Damon wanted me to, even when it was scary and painful. At first he seemed so experienced and smart, so I told myself that he knew better than I did, and it became a habit to always give him what he wanted. Then I met Basil, and he – I don’t know – woke me up, I guess. I started to think about what I wanted, and when I found out I was pregnant, I realized that I wanted to keep my baby more than anything else.”

“I’m glad that you and Basil found each other. It makes me sad to think that I live so far away from you and won’t be able to see you anywhere near often enough.” Kate sighed. “I don’t know if I can leave William and Jasper, though.”

Alice didn’t know how to respond, and hoped that Kate wouldn’t misinterpret her silence as something negative. She got the feeling that Hackett had asked his mother more than once to move closer to him, and that her unwillingness to leave her deceased family members had become a solid blockade. But, she wasn’t going to open her mouth without first knowing what Hackett actually thought about the matter.

“Anyway, this is supposed to be a happy day, so let’s not linger on such topics.” Kate patted Alice’s shoulder. “Go ahead and eat up. This little one is still sleeping peacefully with me, and I’m enjoying every minute of it. There’s no rush at all.”

“Thank you.” Alice couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, and finally scooped up a forkful of the cookie salad and popped it into her mouth. “Oh wow! This is really good! Did you make it?”

“Mm hm. It’s quite easy, just mix vanilla pudding with whipped cream and add crushed cookies.”

“You need to show me how to make it. Both you and Gertie are really good at cooking, and I want to learn too. It must be so awesome to be able to eat food like this any time you feel like it.”

Kate laughed. “Absolutely, I’ll teach you anything you want to learn. I’ve always wished that I had a daughter I could pass on all my secrets to.” She grew quiet for a moment, then said, “Alice, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take you out to lunch tomorrow, and we’ll go shopping, too. All of the other ladies back home take their daughters out, and I’ve always been rather envious of them. I do hope that you’ll indulge me.”

“I’d love to!” Alice gushed. “My mom was always too busy working to do any activities with me, so I’ve never done anything like that either.”

“Basil!” Kate called out, waving an arm in the air. “Basil, come here!”

He saw her and waved as he finished putting the last of the meat patties on a plate then turned off the grill. After he placed them on the buffet table, he jogged over and asked, “What is it, mom?”

“We need to use your car tomorrow,” Kate answered.

“I suppose I can get Rob to give me a ride …” he mused. “What are you planning?”

“Just a little mother-daughter date is all.” Kate grinned over at Alice. “I’m sure we won’t get into too much trouble.”

“In that case, my car is all yours.” He turned to Alice, placing his hands on the arms of her chair as he leaned down to softly ask her, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Oh, yes.” Alice nodded, meeting his gaze. “Even despite you.”

“Despite me, huh?” His voice was almost like a purr, so Alice couldn’t help but half-close her eyes as she lifted her mouth towards him.

“Yeah, for springing a big surprise on me in front of everyone,” she murmured. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I guess I am.” He placed his lips against hers.

Behind him, two teenaged boys snickered as one of them took aim with a foam football, then threw it to hit Hackett square in the butt. He bolted upright as he barked, “Hey!” then fetched the ball and tossed it as the boys dashed to catch it. After giving Alice a wink, he ran after them with Dr. Westley hopping up to join in.

“Oh goodness!” Kate exclaimed with a laugh. “I haven’t seen Basil this carefree since he was little.”

Alice giggled as well, then reached for her baby. “I want Alicia back. My arms are starting to feel empty without her.”

Kate passed the sleeping infant over, who gave a small fuss then settled back down against Alice’s chest. They sat for a moment in silence, watching the game of football that had spontaneously began, until Kate commented, “Basil and Rob grew up together, you know; he lived down the street from us. It’s great to know that they still play together.” She chuckled.

“Rob?” Alice asked.

“Doctor Westley. They kept in touch, and after Basil became the warden, he somehow managed to sweet talk Rob into becoming the prison doctor. Must have offered him a nice salary, because he moved his whole family out here for it.”

“So they are good friends! I suspected, but Basil was always so proper around me in the prison. It was all business with him in there.” Alice stroked her baby’s back, feeling more confident now that she had Alicia with her again. “I didn’t even know that he loved me until he asked me to marry him.”

“That sounds like Basil. He’s so conscientious with his work, and always has been.” Kate stood and stretched. “Excuse me, but I need to get myself something to eat as well. It’s fun talking to you, Alice, and I’m very much looking forward to tomorrow.”


About Writing

Writing Exercise – Trashy Blurbs

Describing my stories is significantly harder than writing them.

It’s kind of funny, really, how when I strip out all of the characterization and spoilers, it’s pretty easy to end up with some generic and boring blurb. Which, naturally, as someone who takes pride in their work, is kind of upsetting. Here I am, trying so hard to be grammatically correct and all that jazz, putting off potential readers because I can’t come up with an awesome enough summary. Le sigh.

I’ve decided that as a writing exercise, I’m going to go ahead and write the crappiest/trashiest descriptions I can think of, just to get it out of my system. Woohoo!

In chronological order:

Alice and the Warden – A troubled young woman finds herself pregnant and in prison, then begins a scandalous relationship with the warden.

The Black Magus – A powerful assassin falls in love with the daughter of his next target, and finds himself torn between his job and his heart.

The Scion Suit – A mousey woman unexpectedly becomes the pilot of a mecha suit in the military, and learns a lesson in building confidence.

Light Eternal – A young woman battles dissociation and soul loss with the help of a mysterious man who can change reality at will.

Alice and the Warden, Stories

Alice and the Warden – 35

A short time later, Alice found herself glued to Hackett’s side as he maneuvered through their guests and introduced her to everyone invited. She recognized the judge who had married them, surrounded by a blur of faces that she had never seen before and names that she forgot as soon as she heard them – mostly people who worked with the prison in some capacity or another. It was a relief when Dr. Westley arrived as a familiar face, and it surprised her to learn that he was married with four children. For once Hackett openly joked in front of her, reminding her of how painfully proper he had been while she was still a prisoner.

Kate had taken charge of the baby, and had settled herself into a chair next to Gertie who had brought her knitting bag, and the two women talked excitedly between the two of them. Alice frequently glanced in their direction, to ensure that her baby was still sleeping peacefully, and to wish that she could join them away from the spotlight.

However, once all the introductions were done, Hackett grabbed one of the plastic folding chairs and placed it near the propane grill, simply saying, “Keep me company.” So, Alice sat down and watched him with fascination as he turned the knobs until a click was followed by a woosh sound, then closed the lid. He casually sat down on the grass next to her and held her hand as they made small talk for a few minutes, then he was back at the grill, placing down the meat patties he had made earlier.

Her inexperience must have been obvious on her face, because when he turned to her once again he asked, “Have you ever barbecued before?”

Alice shook her head. “No, never.”

“Here.” Hackett took her hand and pulled her over to stand in front of the grill, then grabbed the apron from a hook on the side. “First, you put on one of these to protect that pretty dress from any splatters,” he said, looping it over her neck and tying it behind her back. “Now, take the spatula and open up the lid. Careful not to burn yourself.” He stood behind her and held her hand around the handle of the spatula as he continued to explain, “Slide it right under the patty, and flip it over.”

Flames flared up and startled Alice, causing her to jump back against Hackett’s chest with a small cry. He laughed and wrapped his free arm around her waist, giving her a squeeze.

“Perfect! Now we do that again with all the rest.”

“You really do this?” she asked. “Aren’t you scared of everything catching on fire?”

“Nah, the flames are the fun part. The burgers are done when the juices run clear. Or, if you’re the paranoid sort, keep them on the grill until the juices run dry. They’ll be nice and tough, and have a great burnt taste to them.”

“You’re pulling my leg, right?”

“Not at all, my princess. There’s an art to successfully making overdone burgers without turning them into charcoal. Unfortunately, I’ve never been able to muster up the nerve to keep them on for that long.”

“You!” Alice turned to lightly punch his shoulder. “I know you’re teasing me! Don’t tell me ridiculous things, or I’ll lose my trust in you and it will be your fault.”

“I might be teasing a little.” He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I like you too much not to.”

Alice blushed as she met his gaze. “I think you should take care of the barbecuing on your own. Fire makes me … nervous,” she said softly, then bit her lip and looked away. “I feel like everyone is watching us.”

“They probably are.” Hackett reached behind Alice to undo to apron tie, then lifted it from around her neck before helping her sit back down in her chair.

“That doesn’t help.”

“They’re here for us, darling, to celebrate our marriage.”

“I know. But it’s been ages since I’ve been around people, and it feels weird. I kind of wish that I could hide back in my tower again, away from everything.”

Hackett remained silent and thoughtful, managing the hamburgers on the grill then closing the lid before he spoke again, “Is it too much?”

Alice shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“There’s no shame in being overwhelmed. Any time that you’d like to, you can hide inside the house; I’ll make your excuses for you.”

“With Alicia?”

“Of course.”

Having the possibility of an escape helped Alice feel better, though the suggestion made her realize that she wasn’t ready to use it just yet. As uncomfortable as the spotlight was, she still felt a thrill race through her at the thought that everyone was there to celebrate them joining together as husband and wife.

“Well …” she mused out loud. “I can’t hide forever.”

“I was hoping that you’d say that.” Hackett gave her a grin as he pulled her back up to her feet, then whispered into her ear, “I’m sorry, but you’re going to hate me for this.”

“What?” Alice more mouthed than spoke, her eyes shining with alarm. Hackett took the metal spatula and banged it against the top of the grill.

“May I have everyone’s attention, please!” he spoke loudly, and Alice felt herself shrinking against him in an effort to hide. “Now, as you all know, Alice and I have already legally tied the knot, and this beautiful woman has been my wife for the last couple of weeks. But, there’s something special that I would like to do today, with everyone here as my witnesses.”

Hackett took Alice’s left hand and looked unwaveringly at her as he spoke, “Mrs. Alice Hackett, I solemnly promise to care and provide for you; I will support you in sickness and in health, through the good times and the bad; and I will cherish you always until the end of my days.” He slid a ring onto her finger. “I love you.” When he leaned down to kiss her, their guests began to applaud.

Alice wanted to beam with happiness and die of embarrassment at the same time. “I don’t have any promises for you,” she whispered, then stumbled over her words. “I mean, poetically planned out. Obviously I’m going to …”

Hackett put a finger over her lips. “This was my mother’s wedding ring – she wanted you to have it.”

“Oh wow.” Alice looked down at the ring that he had slid onto her finger. “Just wow. Thank you.”

“I’m hopelessly devoted to you, Alice. There’s no escape for you now,” he said with a wink. Then he turned back to the crowd and announced, “Oh, and uh, one more thing: the hamburgers are done!”

There was another round of applause.


Alice and the Warden

Alice and the Warden – 34

Gertie arrived first, letting herself through the gate into the backyard with a white paper gift bag in hand. She immediately tapped Kate on the shoulder to gain her attention, and the two women hugged.

“Gertie!” Kate exclaimed with a laugh. “How are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m keeping busy. Now tell me, how could you let your boy elope without a proper ceremony?” Gertie looped her arm through Kate’s. “I feel as if we missed out on something important.”

“I told him to follow his heart, and he said that he wanted to bring Alice home as his bride. She had absolutely no where else to go after she was released, you know, so I gave him my blessing.” Kate patted Gertie’s hand. “Besides, we’re all here to celebrate now, so we’re not really missing out.”

“Where is the young dear?” Gertie asked. “I’ve got something for her.”

“Inside. I believe she had a diaper to change,” Kate replied.

“I’ll be back to help you finish setting up. I’m expecting a few of my grandkids to stop by shortly, so I hope you don’t mind some extra guests.”

“It will be delightful! Rob is bringing his wife and children as well, so they’ll have plenty of playmates.” Kate grinned. “Basil is still inside as well, so go ahead and pop your head in.”

“I’ll do just that. It’s so good to see you again Kate. How long are you in town for?”

“The whole week. I hope you’ll take a day off for me, since I would just love to catch up with you.”

“I’ll plan on it then. Be back in a minute.”

Alice was sitting in the kitchen with the baby in her arms, watching Hackett form balls of ground beef and smash them flat into patties, when Gertie opened the back door and called out, “Hello!”

“Hello Gertie!” Hackett answered. “You’re early.”

“I thought that you could use some help getting ready,” Gertie said. “Alice, dear, I brought this for you. Think of it as a wedding gift.”

Alice gave Hackett a quizzical look, but he simply smiled at her. She took the gift bag and reached inside, pulling out a soft, white, shawl.

“It’s hand wash only, so make sure you don’t run it through the machine – especially the dryer,” Gertie advised. “Anyway, I started knitting it for myself awhile ago, but when I finished it a couple of days ago I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that it suited you better. So, there you are.”

“It’s really gorgeous,” Alice said breathlessly. “Thank you so much.”

“Well, I’m going to go help Kate outside if you don’t mind.” Gertie seemed oddly shy, and unconsciously wrung her hands as she spoke. Alice wondered why.

“How about you grab a couple of the salads on your way out?” Hackett said, pointing towards the fridge. “We still need to get the buffet set up, and time is running out.”

“Yes, it always does that. I’ll think of how you can thank me later.” Gertie grabbed a couple of big bowels and disappeared out the back door.

“Gertie must think that you’re something special,” Hackett said as soon as they were alone. “That’s mohair.”

“I have no clue what that is,” Alice replied, fingering the edge of the shawl and marveling at the lace pattern. All of the stitches seemed beyond perfect, especially in comparison to the asymmetrical shapes that Alice had practiced making.

“Expensive, that’s what,” Hackett replied.

“She’s really good at knitting. Do you think that I could do something for her in return? As a thank you?” Alice looked at him earnestly.

“I don’t see why not.”

“I don’t have any skills though, so I don’t know what I could possibly do. I’ve just never had anyone make something so beautiful for me before, and I feel like I need to properly show my appreciation.”

“Something will come to you.” Hackett piled his patties onto a large serving plate. “Now, darling, could you put Alicia in the carrier and help put the food out? We need to pick up the pace if we’re going to be ready on time.”

“Sure. Sounds easy enough.” Alice put the shawl back into the gift bag and stood up. “Give me a minute to put this away, then I’ll finally deign to lift a finger in assistance. Consider yourself bless-ed.” She put extra emphasis on the last syllable. Gertie’s present had lifted her spirit considerably, and after the emotional rollercoaster she had been on, she landed in a state of giddiness.

Hackett chuckled. “I suppose that’s what I get for marrying a mysterious princess. Hurry up then, before I decide to put you back in that tower.”

Alice stuck her tongue out at him, then giggled as she scampered to the bedroom.


Alice and the Warden

Alice and the Warden – Table of Contents

Alice had gotten herself in over her head with a dangerous man, and ended up in prison for a crime that she did not commit. Locked alone in a tower in the middle of a forest, she finds herself and the value that she still possesses, as she seeks to prove that she deserves to keep her unborn child.

Somehow intertwined with it all, the Warden oversees her transformation and inspires her to keep trying.

Rated M for language, sexuality, alcohol, drug use, violence

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