Contract Marriage: The Replacement Groom

Jeslyn entered the prison cell with a folded white towel, another pair of orange uniforms, and toiletries.

The metal bars of the prison door clanked softly with a click, and then there was silence. She turned to look back, but the wardress had left.

She turned back to the cell, and her eyes took in the scene of the prison before her. There were two ladies in the cell, and both of them were giving off a serious vibe of cold-blooded murderers. The numerous tattoos on their bodies were a witness to that.

One was wearing her jumpsuit with the upper part tied around her waist, leaving only her white singlet, while the other had her jumpsuit falling off one shoulder.

They had lots of piercings and weirdly colored hairs, with yellow as the outline for one and pink for the other.

After observing the cell for a while, she realized that the prison cell wasn’t all that bad compared to the ones she saw in movies and the news.

The bunk bed had three frames, with the first and middle one occupied, so she walked towards the bed to climb to the top.

"Hey, what are you?" The one tying the upper part of her uniform on the waist asked with a villainous tone.

Jeslyn shivered and all the facade of confidence she had on was about to crumble when she saw the stare they were both giving her.

Those eyes were like those of a butcher who had seen a customer after so long.

"H–hi, I’m Jeslyn, Jeslyn Lee." She introduced herself. The last thing she wanted was to have a problem with any of them.

"Nobody cares, newbie. Come here," the other one with pink hair waved her over.

Jeslyn put down her stuff on the middle bed and slowly walked to the lady.

"Good. Go down on your knees," she instructed.

"Huh?" Jeslyn subconsciously reacted the way she would have if she had been told to kneel by a stranger in her home.

There was a frown of disapproval on her face.

"Are you deaf? The one with yellow hair asked.

Jeslyn’s head reacted before her senses. She shook her head in denial.

"So go down on your knees. You are too tall," said the pink-haired lady.

’Too tall?’ She was just a girl with an average height of 5’ft 6, so how was she too tall?

It was clear that Jeslyn didn’t understand that what they meant wasn’t about her height but for her to come down to their level since they were sitting and she was standing.

"Yellow, get her to her knees." The pink-haired one said to the yellow-haired one.

"W–what are you– thud!"

She was forced to kneel as Yellow kicked the back of her knees.

Jeslyn yelped in pain with her head lowered to look at her kneeling legs.

Rough fingers entered her view and rested under her jaw and raised it to make her look at the pink-haired lady in the eyes.

"You are beautiful," She stated plainly as she stared into Jeslyn’s endowed face.

’It’s an obvious fact! I’m the prettiest lady in Rose city!’ She wanted to yell at the lady, but couldn’t find the courage.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Too bad I hate to see pretty faces." The pink lady said with a shake of her head, shocking Jeslyn into leaving her mouth open. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Hey, are you a goldfish now? Close your mouth." Yellow slapped her gently on the head. It was more like she was teasing than bullying her.

"Leave her be, she was too stunned by my words. Little goldfish, do not blame me too much for what I’m about to do to your face. You should blame the lady who seduced that asshole that turned me into a mass murderer. If only she didn’t seduce my man with that pretty face of hers, I wouldn’t have tasted heartbreak and I wouldn’t have killed all the guests at their wedding."

Jeslyn froze as shock, fear, and disbelief consumed her senses. She was brought into a cell with such a sick person?

"Do you want to know what I did to the cheating duo? I took them out of the church and boiled them alive until they–"

Jeslyn subconsciously dry heaved. Her innocent mind captured the scene and she couldn’t help but retch.

"Hahaha... She’s really a bunny, a cute bunny. I was just joking..." Pink laughed out loud.

Jeslyn was a little relieved when she heard that, but then, Pink said this.

"... I didn’t boil them in a pot though, I poured hot oil on his d*ck and her p*ssy."

"Hahahah." Yellow laughed seeing Jeslyn’s widened eyes.

"Ok, now that is another joke. But your expression is priceless, I love it." Pink said with a laugh and let Jeslyn’s jaw go.

She rested her back on the wall and asked: "So, what brought a little bunny like you here?"

Jeslyn sat on the floor, feeling pains in her knees. "I– I was framed..."

"For a murder?"

She nodded even though she didn’t know how Pink knew.

"Don’t be shocked. These prison units are for murderers. So, who did you kill?"

"I didn’t kill him..."

"It doesn’t matter, little bunny. You were brought here, so accept you killed him."

"I didn’t." She shook her head. How could she boldly accept she killed her grandfather?

"That’s your problem. You better man up and be brave. If you show the queen this bunny side of yours, you’ll be dangling from the ceiling the next day." Pink threw the warning nonchalantly.

Jeslyn blinked her long lashes in confusion.

"Ah, you don’t know who the queen is. She’s the–" Yellow was about to explain when Pink stopped her.

"Forget it. She’ll find out tomorrow. She just came in, let her rest."

"That’s right. You should rest first." Yellow said before she lay on the floor with her back.

Jeslyn climbed to the top bed with difficulty due to her aching knees and lay down on the bed, trying to block off their words that didn’t seem to make sense as they looked at her. It was obvious they were talking about her, but she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to care.

How again did she have such wicked people in her life?

Her sister, Christine, wasn’t really her biological sister. Her mother had seen little Christine roaming around the streets without a grown-up to watch over her, so she made the authorities take her away.

The authorities placed Christine under their care for some time while looking out for her parents. Christine was only three years old then. So when nobody claimed the child after three months of daily adverts and awareness to the public, the authorities decided it would be best to send her to an orphanage but little Christine held on to Ms. Alice and refused to let go.