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A bit AU so baroness isn’t Cruella’s mother it’s not my vibe dont judge if it’s anyone elses. The more graphic scene i stole the idea from an episode of wentworth prison. Trigger warning.
Months had passed since the baroness had been arrested.
‘Because I believe in your heart you know it is the right thing to do just look at her.’ John told his new employer, Cruella looked unimpressed as she was led through the prison by a guard. ‘Stay.’ she instructed and proceeded to follow the guard through the labyrinth. ‘She’s in there.’ the guard opened the peephole to a cell door. Cruella leaned in, she spied the baroness in unflattering clothing curled up on a mattress without so much as a blanket. ‘Open the door.’ The guard looked dubious. ‘Now!’ Cruella ordered. The guard obliged and Cruella entered watching the curled-up mess that had once been her nemesis. The baroness looked up seeing Cruella her eyes had somehow lost that spark of ferocity. Cruella approached and saw the older woman had lost weight she was shivering, she frowned as she observed her. ‘Come to enjoy your victory, Estella?’ the baroness enquired curtly staring right through her.
‘It’s Cruella.’ the younger woman boldly corrected. ‘Estella is dead you killed her remember darling?’ The baroness grimaced shifting onto her back to look at her cell ceiling. ‘Ah yes how could I forget mustve slipped my mind.’ Cruella quirked an eye brow. ‘John informed me that your new digs are not to your liking,’ she looked around the small cell. ‘Frankly I think you’re lucky to be afforded the luxury of a private cell.’ The baroness did not respond. Cruella smiled shaking her head. ‘The wounded fawn act isnt going to work on me darling, Im not John.’ she reached down pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear causing her to flinch. ‘Ms DeVil, I can assure you we are making the baroness’s stay as uncomfortable as possible. She had our boss under her thumb for years nothing is off the table.’ the guard offered helpfully Cruella turned to face him. ‘I dont recall asking you to speak. If your boss bowed to her demands then I suppose he is as much an imbecile as you.’
The guards smile vanished. Cruella had one last look over her shoulder at the baroness. ‘Ive seen enough.’ she left the cell not looking back and rejoined John. He was sat in what would normally have been a busy visiting area had Cruella not gotten in privately because she was Cruella. ‘Well?’ he looked up as she sauntered in. The monochrome haired woman shrugged. ‘She looks fine to me, maybe a bit out of sorts but prison will do that to you I suppose.’ John’s eyes remained filled with concern. ‘Im telling you she’s not coping.’ Cruella gave a cackle. ‘And Im telling you I dont care, if you cant do the time dont do the crime darling.’ John stood looking into her eyes. ‘Like when you were tormenting her and she retaliated by trying to have you killed. I should have left you to “do the time?”’ Cruella narrowed her eyes at him, then closed them. ‘What?!’ she spun on her heel seeing a nervous looking female guard. ‘Forgive me Ms De Vil,’ she held out a pen and a copy of Tattletale with Cruella splashed across the cover. ‘Would you sign this?’
Cruella had never had much time for fanfare since her rise to fame she wanted to create art, celebrity though nice hadnt been the main goal. ‘It’s for my daughter Katie, she wants to be a designer when she grows up. I promised Id ask for your autograph if I ever met you.’ Cruella went still then grabbed the paper scrawling her signature across it. ‘Tell her to never give up on her dreams, if she’s talented perhaps one day our paths will cross again.’ she passed the paper and pen back to the guard who beamed with gratitude. ‘Thank you Ms DeVil she will be thrilled.’ There was a shriek causing John, the guard and Cruella to all turned to the hall way they had heard the cry from. John made eye contact with Cruella who groaned and rolled her eyes. ‘Officer, would you be so kind as to take us to the source of the commotion?’ The officer nodded. ‘Of course Ms De Vil at once.’ she lead the way unlocking a large metal white gate as another scream echoed. John picked up his pace going a head.
Cruella turned a corner to see the valet was being denied entry by the male guard who had taken her to the baroness’s cell. ‘Im sorry mate but I cant just let you go storming into the shower area this is a female prison after all.’ The guard did not seem sorry there was another scream for help a truly terrified scream. John looked at his boss for confirmation. ‘Remove him.’ Cruella instructed. The male guard looked confused. ‘Eh?’ John swung a punch full on forcing him out the way. The female guard’s eyes darted side to side to check no one else was watching and swiftly removed herself stepping back round the corner so as not to interfere.
Cruella pushed open the door to the shower room her heels clicking on the tiles. There were four stalls none had a modesty curtain.The water still running Cruella came head on with the baroness being pinned face down to the grubby floor by four women naked her legs spread. A fifth stood behind brandishing a broom handle suggestively. ‘The hell have you come as?’ the woman with the brush handle smirked at the young woman. ‘Cruella!’ the baroness let out a shriek causing one of her captors to yank her long ponytail in warning. ‘Oh yeah Cruella, Cruella De Vil.’ the youngest of the group recognised her. ‘Another posh tart needing taught a lesson?’ the leader of the group sneered. ‘Nah Lou she got this old hag arrested and did a con to get her money didnt she, she’s one of us.’ Lou gave a nasty smile and held out the long wooden stick of the brush handle to Cruella. ‘Then by all means have the first go on her.’
The entire time Cruella had remained cool her eyes locked with the baroness’s the older woman looked truly terrified. Her captors had her totally restrained on the floor. ‘Please.’ the word came unnaturally from the baroness’s lips. ‘Shut her up!’ Lou roared and the woman who had yanked the baroness hair reached for the womans own discarded underwear stuffing them in her mouth. ‘Id be happy to darling.’ Cruella crooned to the baroness’s horror she watched her enemy step forth grabbing the wooden brush.Time seemed to freeze for the baroness once so proud, once so powerful, now naked on a grubby shower floor about to be violated by a gang of women with her own underwear stuffed in her mouth.
‘Fuck!’ The baroness could not see what was going but flinched as she saw Lou fly backwards screaming the blood flooding from her nose. The weight’s holding the dark hair woman vanished practically immediately. She turned her head to see Cruella jab the woman who had been tugging her hair hard in the stomach making her double over in pain. ‘Id like to point out that I am once again doing this in heels.’ The third woman lunged for Cruella grabbing the brush both holding it in lock above their heads. ‘Ow! My arm I think you have broken it.’ Cruella whined causing her attacker to give a triumphant smirk. ‘Only kidding.’ Cruella grinned drawing her knee up hard into the woman’s stomach then tossing her aside when she crumpled. Swinging round with the brush to smack the fourth woman across the face.
The younger girl stood in the center of the room like a deer in headlights and Cruella cockily used the brush to prop her elbow up on then gestured for the girl to give her a try. ‘I am such a huge fan of yours!’ she smiled nervously looking round at her fallen comrades. ‘Im-Im just gonna go.’ she turned on her heel running for the door. She didnt get out before the brush came flying full pelt smacking her on the head and knocking her out. ‘Idiot.’ Cruella sneered. It had all happened in seconds Cruella headed to the showers getting soaked as she turned the tap off. The baroness had pushed herself up and removed her gag curled up to hide what was left of her modesty her long hair pooling over her shoulder to her hips. ‘Ms De Vil! Is everything all right in there?’ John ever the gentleman had remained outside.
Cruella observed the baroness for a moment. ‘John! Give me your coat.’ Cruella demanded walking to the door she opened it quickly grabbing the long black heavy coat. She approached her former employer and knelt beside her carefully moving her arms to get her in the garment with exposing more of herself. The baroness for her part seemed to be frozen in shock and Cruella didnt blame her. ‘John, come in!’ her voice echoed off the shower room tile. The valet entered and took in the sight of the five injured women. ‘What in the name-’ he spotted Cruella who stood with the baroness wrapped up at her feet. ‘Can you carry her?’ John approached and scooped the baroness up with ease. ‘What happened?’ he asked concerned.
Cruella looked at the baroness who was still in shock. ‘Not here.’ she led the way out of the showers. The male guard had a black eye forming. ‘Stop! You cant just go around taking people out of prison.’ John held the baroness in his arms. ‘It wouldnt be her first time doing it.’ he mused. The guard made to grab for the wrist of the prisoner causing her to grip the valet’s shirt but Cruella had already snatched the guards hand away. ‘Listen darling do you really think it’d be wise to try and stop me? If you don’t want me to tell Tattletale about the little extra curricular activities you allow the inmates to run you might be better complying. Let’s go this place is depressing.’ Cruella led the way out of the prison without a second thought.
The car was waiting outside and Cruella flung the door open allowing John to place the baroness in the backseat before going to the driver’s. Cruella shifted in beside her former boss her hands clasped on her lap. Out the corner of her eye she saw the baroness’s hands were still trembling she reached over put her hands over the older woman’s. ‘Thank you.’ The baroness did not look at her, she spoke quietly. The long dark locks covered her face. Cruella kept a soft grip on her hands. ‘Gratitude is for losers.’