Daisy pushed at Belle, then stumbled away. She was finished. She held up her arms as if to say, I give up.​

     Only problem was, Belle didn't want to give up. She was just getting started. There's not a lot of fun that comes from being in prison. The worst of the worst were caged in an environment where there is both too much supervision yet not enough. Their every move was monitored seemingly every moment, yet still...there were certain times and places...the showers for instance...where barbarism reigned. Belle not only survived in that environment, she thrived. She was someone who, really, should never be allowed ever again to roam free among ordinary citizens. This being imprisoned business, though...this being locked up every single moment of every single day...never feeling a breeze...never getting to eat what you wanted or do what you wanted...the frustrations and the rages built up in Belle until finally...finally...

     She beat on Daisy's face like it was everything in the world that repulsed her. Guards ran up to grab her arms to keep her from murdering Daisy right before their very eyes, and she yelled, "No! No! I want to bust her open! I want to bathe in her blood!" 

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