Chapter 2: Every Bet Was Against Her
Chapter 2: Every Bet Was Against Her
By sunrise on Friday, the story had spread through every corner of Blackstone Correctional Facility.
The tiny new inmate had refused to surrender her seat to Rex.
Some inmates claimed she had been too foolish to understand who he was.
Others insisted she was simply too stubborn to care.
Only a handful believed something far more dangerous.
Maybe...
She wasn't afraid.
The whispers followed Kate everywhere she went.
As she walked toward breakfast, conversations stopped for only a moment before starting again in quieter voices.
"That's her."
"The crazy one."
"She'll be dead tomorrow."
"I already put twenty packs of cigarettes on Rex."
"No point betting against him."
Kate ignored every stare.
She carried herself with the same quiet composure she had shown since arriving. Her breathing never changed. Her steps remained measured, almost rhythmic, as though every movement had been carefully practiced thousands of times.
Evelyn watched her from across the dining hall.
"You really don't understand this place, do you?" she asked once they returned to their cell.
Kate folded her blanket neatly before answering.
"Maybe I understand it better than people think."
Evelyn sighed.
"Marcus runs the illegal fights."
"I know."
"He owns half the guards."
"I know."
"Nobody refuses Rex and walks away."
Kate looked toward the narrow window where sunlight barely reached the concrete floor.
"There are always exceptions."
Evelyn shook her head.
"No."
"Not here."
...
Deep inside the abandoned maintenance building, Marcus was already preparing for Saturday night's event.
Wooden benches had been dragged into rough circles around the makeshift ring.
Hidden compartments beneath loose floor panels stored gambling slips, cigarettes, cash, homemade alcohol, and sharpened weapons. Every weekend, the warehouse became the most profitable place inside the prison.
One corrupt guard walked in carrying a folded clipboard.
"Everything ready?"
Marcus nodded.
"The crowd's bigger than usual."
"Everyone wants to see the new girl."
The guard smirked.
"Poor kid."
Marcus laughed.
"People love impossible fights."
He picked up a stack of betting cards.
Every single one favored Rex.
Some wagers predicted Kate would lose within thirty seconds.
Others claimed she wouldn't even survive the first punch.
One inmate boldly wrote:
She'll be unconscious before she touches him.
Marcus smiled.
"This is going to make us rich."
...
That afternoon, Kate was assigned laundry duty.
The prison's industrial washing room echoed with the roar of giant machines.
Steam filled the air.
Most inmates hated working there.
Kate didn't seem to mind.
She quietly sorted uniforms with remarkable speed.
A younger inmate named Sofia approached carefully.
"I heard what happened yesterday."
Kate continued folding shirts.
"So?"
"You should apologize."
"For what?"
"For embarrassing Rex."
Kate smiled faintly.
"If someone chooses to feel embarrassed, that's their decision."
Sofia blinked.
"You really aren't scared."
Kate finally looked at her.
"Being scared isn't the problem."
"It's letting fear make your decisions."
Before Sofia could answer, another inmate deliberately shoved a heavy basket toward Kate.
The steel cart slammed into her side.
The women nearby laughed.
"Oops."
"Watch where you're standing."
Kate simply steadied the basket before it tipped over.
She didn't retaliate.
She didn't even glare.
That irritated them even more.
One woman stepped closer.
"You think you're better than us?"
Kate answered calmly.
"No."
"I just don't think every insult deserves a response."
The woman raised her fist—
—but another inmate grabbed her arm.
"Forget it."
"Marcus wants her untouched until tomorrow."
Those words changed everything.
Suddenly everyone understood.
Kate wasn't just another prisoner anymore.
She had become entertainment.
...
Later that evening, Rex entered the prison gym.
The old weight room fell silent.
He loaded impossible amounts of iron onto the bench press while inmates gathered around to cheer.
Three hundred pounds.
Then four.
Then five.
The steel bar bent under the weight.
Rex lifted it again and again with terrifying ease.
Someone shouted, "Kate won't last one hit!"
Laughter erupted.
Rex dropped the bar onto the rack with a thunderous crash.
"One hit?"
He wiped sweat from his forehead.
"I'll make it last longer."
The crowd laughed louder.
"I want everyone to remember what happens when someone forgets their place."
Marcus, standing near the entrance, nodded approvingly.
The fear in the room was exactly what kept his business alive.
...
That night, after lights out, Evelyn woke to a strange sound.
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
She sat up.
Moonlight streamed through the narrow window.
Kate stood alone in the tiny space between the bunk beds.
Barefoot.
Eyes closed.
Moving almost too slowly to notice.
Her hands floated through the darkness in smooth circles.
One step forward.
Half turn.
Open palm.
Pivot.
Another step.
Every movement connected seamlessly to the next, as though she were dancing with an invisible opponent.
No movement was wasted.
No muscle seemed tense.
She practiced in complete silence.
Not striking.
Not showing off.
Simply remembering.
Evelyn watched for nearly twenty minutes.
Finally she whispered,
"What style is that?"
Kate stopped without looking back.
"My grandfather never gave it a name."
"It doesn't look like boxing."
"It isn't."
"Karate?"
"No."
"Judo?"
Kate smiled gently.
"A little of everything."
She climbed back onto the top bunk.
"Go back to sleep."
Evelyn lay awake for another hour.
She had seen professional fighters before prison.
She had watched military demonstrations on television.
She had visited self-defense academies with her late husband.
But she had never seen anyone move the way Kate moved.
There was no aggression.
Only perfect control.
For the first time, Evelyn wondered if the entire prison had made a terrible mistake.
...
Saturday morning arrived.
The betting lines stretched across the prison yard.
Inmates exchanged cigarettes, cash, food rations, medicine, even family photographs for one chance to win big.
Marcus counted the wagers himself.
Hundreds of bets.
Almost every single one backed Rex.
One name appeared only once on the opposite side.
Kate Walker.
Marcus laughed.
"Who made this?"
A nervous inmate slowly raised his hand.
"I did."
Marcus smiled.
"You just donated everything you own."
The inmate swallowed hard.
"Maybe."
Then he glanced toward the prison yard.
Kate was sitting alone beneath the old oak tree, quietly reading the same worn notebook she had carried since arriving.
She looked nothing like someone preparing for the most brutal fight of her life.
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And somehow...
That made the lone bettor feel even more certain he had chosen the right side.
