The Prodigan Woman Ch 9: Judgment day! (Patreon)

Molly navigated the somber corridors of the prison, her hands confined by handcuffs. Though her gaze initially clung to the cold floor, curiosity drew her eyes upward to the array of jail cells.

Behind each set of bars, Prodigan prisoners clamored, their angry protests echoing through the confined space.

Undeterred by the chaos around her, Molly remained resolute. Her time behind bars had transformed her, preserving her intellect while reshaping her very soul. Unlike the tumultuous inmates, she harbored genuine remorse for her past transgressions.

After enduring five years of imprisonment, Molly seized the opportunity to demonstrate her metamorphosis to those who doubted her reformation. Whispering words of self-encouragement, she reached the imposing prison doors, flanked by guards guarding steel levers.

Inhaling deeply, Molly turned her gaze to the right, where a woman with brown skin and wavy black hair sat behind a sturdy desk, creating a focal point in the stark environment.

"Well, if it isn't Molly Adams," the woman exclaimed, a radiant smile gracing her red-lipsticked lips.

"Hello, Natasha," Molly replied, returning the smile, grateful for the camaraderie with one of the few police officers who saw beyond her past.

"So, I guess today's the day, huh?" Natasha remarked, retrieving a paper from a fellow officer and scrutinizing it.

"Yep. Do you think I have a chance?" Molly inquired.

"Are you kidding, girl? There's no one in this prison who has suffered as much as you," Natasha affirmed. "And, of course, there's no one who has changed and been reformed as much as you either."

Molly grinned, appreciative of the kind words. "Well, thanks, Natasha."

"You've got this," Natasha assured her. "You've come so far."

"Thank you," Molly replied.

As she recalled the disdainful glares upon her arrival at the prison, Molly couldn't forget the harsh judgment she faced. Prodigans, by nature, adhered to principles of order and discipline, viewing themselves as custodians of god-like power, obligated to set an example for others.

Molly recognized she had deviated from this ethos when she indulged in the perverse act of keeping people as pets. The shame lingered through the seemingly interminable discipline camps and orientations.

"I won't let you down, and afterward, if by some miracle I'm released, let's get a drink together," Molly vowed, determined to leave her past behind.

"I would like that," Natasha replied, a genuine warmth in her tone as she stamped the paper on her desk. "Molly Adams... Release Approved."

The doors swung open, allowing the sunlight to shine upon Molly's face. For the first time in years, she experienced the sensation of fresh air entering her lungs.

"Good luck," Natasha called out as the doors began to close.

"Thanks, Natasha," Molly replied. "I'll see you on the outside."

Stepping forward, Molly inhaled deeply, embracing the fresh air and the sunlight that washed over her. A small part of her doubted her release, and yet, the rest of her trusted in her journey.

In just a few minutes, Molly arrived at the imposing structure, seated in the back of a Prodigan Police car. Stepping out, she was momentarily awestruck by the grandeur before her—a building crafted from pristine marble, adorned with statues honoring the great men and women of the past.

This was the culmination, the destination where all Prodigans incarcerated in the city of Eldoria awaited their final judgments.

"It's finally time," Molly whispered to herself, steeling her resolve as she approached the threshold of her destiny.