Did we leave our centre to only come to a new one? Was there still a judgement ceremony to be had here?
This was really odd… since I had never heard of this sort of thing happening before?
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I could feel the eyes of the other prisoners on us as we made our way to the line with elderly woman serving up trays of the same meal to every girl that came to them.
I took note of the bottle of water which came with each meal, my dry mouth itching for the liquid as I longed for the queue to hurry up for that simple reason.
At least they are feeding us and giving us water right?
Eventually we both got served, the meal consisting of a plain sandwich, a piece of fruit (which we could take a selection of) and a plain yogurt followed by the water.
We found an empty table, seeing the other females gazes still focused intensely on us both as we sank down in to the seats and prayed to go unnoticed.
I glanced around the room, taking in the bleak surroundings with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as many of the girls would throw mean faces whenever I attempted to smile…
“I’m so glad to have water…” Erin greedily drinks from the bottle as follow her lead, agreeing with a nod.
As we sat down and enjoyed being in a new room with more open space and more females around us, a group of three Russian females approached us, their expressions cold and unwelcoming as I shuffled a little closer to Erin for comfort.
They eyed us with suspicion, their lips pressed into tight lines as they exchanged murmured words in their native language.
I could feel the tension in the air thickening as they drew closer, their presence looming over us like a dark cloud. I instinctively tightened my grip on Erin’s hand, a silent gesture of solidarity in the face of the unknown.
One of the Russian females, a tall and imposing figure with steely eyes and a stern expression, stepped forward, her gaze fixed on us with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. She spoke in rapid Russian, her words sharp and clipped as she addressed us with authority.
I glanced at Erin wide eyed, who looked just as bewildered as I felt. We had no idea what she was saying, but the tone of her voice made it clear that she was not offering us a warm welcome.
“I wish I knew what she was saying,” Erin whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.
“I d–don’t think it matters,” I replied, my voice equally hushed. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t sound g–good.”
The Russian female continued to speak, her words growing more animated as she gestured toward us with a sense of urgency – the other two occasionally laughing beside her.
I could feel the eyes of the other girls on us, their gazes filled with a mixture of curiosity and enjoyment.
As the tension in the room reached a boiling point, I felt a surge of fear wash over me like a tidal wave. We were completely at the mercy of these strangers, with no means of communicating or even defending ourselves…
At least back home we knew what the mean girls were saying…
“S–Sorry… we only know English!” I plead, holding my hands up to her as she seemed to grow more irritated by the second.
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“Stupid!” Is all the girl manages to say in her accent, as my heart sinks and I feel overwhelmed with the whole situation.
Being here… not knowing the language… not knowing how things worked… not knowing our purpose…
It was all too much!
Before anything could escalate further, a meaner looking female rushed towards us, as I almost screamed in fear of being attacked – only to find that she turned to face the other girls.
“OTVALI! (Fuck off)” She shoves the girl by her shoulder, and surprisingly the trio grow quiet – moving backwards and returning back to their table.
Not before offering us a few last snarky looks that is…
“Ne Russkiy? (No Russian?)” The girl sinks in to the seat opposite us both – her long dark hair slicked back in to a low ponytail
style.
I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water, seeming like a total idiot as again we don’t know what the girl is saying…
Did she just defend us both? It was hard to tell… could she too be trusted?!
“English?” The girl tries again, as we both nod and perk up at the familiar question as she nods slowly.
“Not safe here! Why did you both come?” She questions, placing her elbows on the table and leaning closer to us.
Does she think we came here by choice?
“We didn’t have a choice. Two males brought us here.” Erin tries to explain briefly, her voice quiet and wary of the nearby listeners at the surrounding tables.
“Ah!” The girl seems to understand, as she sighs and runs a hand over her face. “Not good!” She confirms, as my heart rate quickens.
What is she saying? How bad was it here?!
For a long moment, there was silence as the Russian female studied us with a critical eye,
“Sasha.” She places a hand out to Erin first, who slowly shakes it before she does the same with me as I also return the favour.
he/can.
“Erin and this is Tessa…” Erin explains, motioning to each of us as she nods along and follows our English as best she
She doesn’t seem too bad, but I couldn’t shake how scared the other three seemed to have been of her… that was weird!
The canteen buzzed with activity as we sat there, surrounded by the unfamiliar faces of the other female prisoners. Some were engaged in hushed conversations, while others sat in silence, their eyes fixed on their plates as they ate their meager rations.
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of isolation in the midst of the crowded room. We were strangers in a strange land, surrounded by people whose language and customs were completely foreign to us.
As I looked around, I couldn’t help but wonder about the other women in the canteen. What had brought them here? Had they always been here?
After what felt like an eternity, a bell rang out, signaling the end of the meal. The other prisoners rose from their seats, clearing their plates and filing out of the canteen in an orderly fashion.
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