The real PoopVille

After the lawyers had refused to give her a location, Vanessa packed her all of her bags. She was bringing practically her entire wardrobe. Once she was fully packed, Vanessa had her servants load it into a truck, which would be travelling with her to her new house for a few months. She wore a casual outfit, but still very sexy. She wore blue jeans, which were tight in all the best places, held up by a gucci belt. She then put on a rich red silky top, making her look like a million bucks.

Vanessa then sat inside her personal limo; she sat back and drunk champagne as the car pulled off. She took a nap for most of the journey, which had taken a few hours already. When she finally woke up, the driver told her they had arrived at the destination. Vanessa looked out the window with an eye roll. Her jaw dropped, they were out in the middle of nowhere!

The limo had parked in a car park, located literally in the middle of a large field which was surrounded by large hills and no sign of life. They'd parked outside a very small and run down train station, a rusty old sign barely displayed: "PoopVille!" In bold brown letters. Vanessa cringed at the name, asking where on earth had they taken her?

A man wearing a grey train inspector uniform walked up to the limo, her driver rolled the window down. "Got Vanessa Sinclair here, this is the address we were given." Her driver told the man, who began flicking through pages on his clipboard. "Hmm.. ah yes! Ms Sinclair, follow me." He made a gesture for Vanessa to step out of the limo.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, waiting for her chauffeur to let her out. The door quickly opened, and the elegant CEO strutted out, sunglasses on. "What about my luggage?" She asked, concerned about where her truck had got to. "It's being taken to your relocated home, now please follow me." He responded and began to walk towards the station.

Vanessa reluctantly obeyed, her driver sure as hell wasn't gonna do anything about this, she thought. They eventually got to the main entrance of the station. It was like any normal station, with an open roof hovering over a small platform and train tracks. A queuing system was also in place, with railings lining up and down the platform. There were a couple people in the queue, all looking down and keeping to themselves.

The man had taken Vanessa to the ticket booth, where another guy sat inside. "Name." He stated, not even looking at Vanessa, who found that very rude. After a moment of silence, Vanessa refused to speak, the train instructor spoke for her. "Vanessa Sinclair." The man looked Vanessa up and down, making her even angrier. "It's rude to stare!" She commented, flicking her hair back. "Cuff her." He told the instructor, who pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

Vanessa yelled as he easily tied her hands together with the cuffs. "Hey! I'm not a fucking criminal!" She yelled, stomping her feet. "Actually ma'am, you are, now get in line!" He yelled, shoving Vanessa into the station. He followed her in, forcing her to join the queue. She snarled, she already hated her new home and she hadn't even seen it! "Where are we even going anyways!?" She asked the man angrily.

The man chuckled, he found Vanessa very pretentious. "Didn't you see the sign? We're going to PoopVille! I'm sure you'll fit right in!" He responded, giving Vanessa big butt a slap. "HEY! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN!!" Vanessa yelled, getting up in the man's face, fist at the ready.

Luckily for him, a train entered the station. Vanessa looked over to see what it looked like. It was a kid's train, the engine was steam made but cartoonish, while the carriages were open and looked like they could barely fit one person in them. The prisoners were all loaded onto the train, each having a carriage to themselves.

The train journey was very long and boring. A small speaker was built into the small wall infront of her on the carriage. "Hello and welcome to PoopVille, in just a few moments you're about to begin your new life, join me as..." Vanessa dosed off to sleep, the strange joyful voice already boring her. She finally fell asleep, as the train carried all the prisoners to PoopVille...