Her backstabbing "friends" never cared about her, only business

--Katie’s POV--

*Cling* *Cling* *Clack*

You hear the doors open and footsteps approaching your cell.

“Katie “The Queen” Marks”, you hear a deep, gruff voice from a distance, “I went over your file again and let me tell ya, I am impressed again and again”.

You recognize that annoying voice and just roll your eyes. The footsteps echoing louder and louder, and you can tell he is getting closer. You turn and lie on your side to avoid facing who is coming, savoring the last peaceful moments before having to face that nagging voice. Closer and closer, you hear the steps louder and clearer, and then, abruptly, silence. Your short moment of peace is interrupted by the deafening sound of silence of his arrival. You know who is there at your cell but you just cannot stand his ugly face.

“Katie, Katie, Katie… is this how you greet an old friend? Come here and greet me properly. I have some interesting news for you”, he taunts.

You consider the options in your head and decide to just deal with him and be done with it. In your advanced age, you don’t want or need any unnecessary stress.

You move around in your bed and slowly get up on your feet. Taking your sweet time to get ready, you caught a glimpse of him here and there and to your delight he looks annoyed as his eyebrows twitches. This makes you chuckle and with a satisfying look on your face, you go to face him.

There, he stands tall and proud, well, as tall and proud as a fat, pathetic little rat can be, you think to yourself.

With a smug smile he continues, “Can’t believe an old, dried up raisin like you could’ve ever built such an impressive empire. Yeah, “The velvet rabbits” ”, he licks his dried up, disgusting lips, “Let me tell ya, even in your absence that place is mighty fine and the new import looks just delicious. I really have to commend the girls for that”, he snickers gleefully.

While he continues to rub more salt into the wound, you silently stand there and take everything in and remember why you are locked up here to begin with.

You were a goddess, a madame of the highest order and ruled over the other the market with a firm grip. You had competitors, so many of them in fact that you lost count of them. Even so, you had your fair share of friends too. That’s what you had thought at first, and even naively hoped for.

You chuckle under your breath at this whole situation and slowly lift your head to face him dead in his brown eyes.

“Tell me, officer. How are the girls?”, you fake concern and fake an even bigger smile. Your voice was soft but terrifyingly firm at the same time.

The atmosphere has changed and he could feel it. He starts to lose his domineering posture and answers you in a dead serious tone, “It’s detective now and that’s all you need to know”

“Oh, is that so. My little officer has become a big detective. Does Lisa already know about it? If I recall correctly, you were her favorite toy after all. You usually love talking about her. Lisa this, Lisa that”, you point at his crotch and tilt your head, “Or could it be that Lisa dropped you after she got what she wanted out of you. I mean, that girl loved her big, fat toys but yours...”, you giggle a little, “Let’s just leave it at that shall we”

He stands there with rage burning in his eyes. He has always loved to be that big, strong man, but in your eyes he was nothing more than a pathetic little fly, annoying and obnoxious. In your 72 years alive, you have learned where and when to strike to get the most of any given situation. “Now then, my big detective”, you emphasize detective mockingly, “what brings you to mommy today? Surely, it’s not just to cry about Lisa, right?”

He breathes in deeply and recomposes himself. He knows better than to drag this conversation any further and gets straight to the point

“Congratulations, Katie Marks, your request for the experimental “Out of body rehabilitation program” has been approved and we've found a volunteer for your case”, he announces in an uncaring manner and just glares furiously at you the whole time.