Chapter 1

“What do we do top the killer, murderers and rapists?, we keep them in a comfortable room feed them, clothe them and once they are out they will kill again, all on your money, all at the expense of the tax payers money.They leach on the decent people of when they are out, they leach on us in the prison.Things must change and they will once I become president “ – Ronald trump 45 th president of USA

After becoming a president Ronald trump worked on prison reform he changed things up, from now criminals are categorized into three kinds blue collar, red collar, black collar.Blue collars are usually fine they are the ones that get caught smoking weed that kinda crimes, have almost all the rights of a citizen except they will auctioned off to companies as labor, by far blue’s are the majority, red are in couple of hundreds and black collared ones are the least numbered, mostly people with murder, assault that lead to death, black collared have absolutely no rights, mostly used as lab rats in cosmetic industry, cancer drugs testing.

Elizabeth had a superb body covered by a sexy black cocktail dress. liz moved her head to talk to one of the chubby man with gold rings and chain on his fat neck and her thick blonde hair swirled around, framing her face. Her hair was one of her favorite features and she had let it grow almost to the small of her back.

Liz was in excellent shape, weighing a little over 125 pounds. She was athletic and had long, shapely legs that allowed her to run for hours when playing sports. That were also one of the main reasons that she looked so good in bikinis and cut-offs. Her ankles were shapely and slender, tapering off to rather small feet. Her calves were softly muscular and yet quite shapely, and led up to a gorgeous set of thighs. These in turn ended in the other reason that she looked so good in skimpy clothing. Her shoulders were rather broad for a young woman, but helped to place her large breasts in perfect perspective.

Liz eyed the chubby man almost covered in gold rings bracelets and all he would be perfect mark. “Want to get out of here? “ she asked him eyeing him “What do you have in mind “ he asked with a grin on his face “Maybe we go into my room and have some fun” “Sounds good to me “ he said giving her ass a good squeeze

They reached her room and he sat on the bed while she excused herself. Elizabeth silently dropped the knock out pill in his drink and poured herself some, the room was dimly and would have hardly noticed even if he were to look at her.

“Here darling “ she said extending her arm to him

“When are we going to start...” the fat guy in his mid 40’s trying to grab her by the waist and pull her into the bed

“Soon “ she said prying his hand off her “Lets take it slow okay”

He started felling this burning sensation in his heart, his heart rate soared, this wasnt how it worked for the other two

“i can’t breathe “ he said heaving

“OMG omg, do you want some water?” she asked

He took his last two breaths and fell limp on the bed like a ragged doll, Elizabeth slowly moved towards and placed her hand on his pulse, Nope he is gone, DEAD. She dropped the glass to the ground.

“I am fucked ... I am so totally fucked “ she started saying to herself.She put her head in her hands Feeling hopeless, resignation and trapped with a fat dead body

When she next awoke, she was disoriented and nauseated Somehow she knew that it was morning, but had no idea what day it was. Even though there was a bright, almost stabbing sunlight shining through a couple of small portholes immediately over her head, the room spun and jittered as she moved her head.A groan bubbled up from her core.she took deep breaths and slowly the walls stopped their spinning.Even though her mouth was filled with saliva, her lips felt dry and parched. She tried to smack my lips together a couple of times since my mouth tasted awful, but she seemed to have difficulty doing so. It was when she tried to rise off of the bed that she realized for the first time that my hands were bound to the D ring in the bed.

Not sure what had happened, she turned and twisted my head in order to look but it felt like her head was too heavy for her shoulders. But after a moment she tried again and after her eyes had finally focused, she saw wide leather straps around each wrist that were tied to the head of the bed. First a wave of queasiness rolled over her, followed by a rush that coursed through her blood, a narcotic flooding her veins. Immediately, everything came back to her she drugging the fat dude the police dragging her out the room her being sentenced for 40 years as a black collar.