kennice1 asked me to write about if Katherine was thrown into the refuge, so here that is. I am SO sorry about how long it took me, these last few months have had this poor head spinning!

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The one downside to having a byline is that things like, being sent to the refuge for instance might happen.

Why exactly had Katherine Plumber been sent there? Well, powers at be didn't like what she was writing about them, so they figured a few days in the infamous refuge would cool her heels and teach her her place in this patriarchal society.

"Aren't so tough now are ya?" One of the guards jeered as he threw Katherine into the solitary confinement block in the girl's wing.

Katherine though discombobulated scoffed. "You think that this is going to stop me from reporting the truth?!"

"By the time we're done with ya. You should count on it." The guard threatened.

"That just gives me more to write about." Katherine stood up from off the dirt floor dusting off her skirts.

The guard opened her door and towering over her petite frame, he slapped her hard across the cheek.

Though tears fought to be shed, Katherine got over the fact she'd just been slapped for the first time with teeth grit. She kept eye contact with her assailant and with a slight upward tilt of her head, she spat right in his face.

Flabbergasted, the guard could hardly react before Katherine slapped him right back. The action seemed to stun the male back into action and a growl attached with a snarl presented itself.

Katherine wished in that moment she could disappear. The look in the man's eyes sent a cold chill into Katherine's veins making her shiver. This would not end well.

"You bitch." He hissed.

Though terrified Katherine maintained her confident posture.

He grabbed Katherine by the neck and began choking her.

Katherine gasped and gargled like a fish out of water wiggling in his grasp and clawing at his hands to get them off of her, as she started feeling light headed and seeing black splotches she managed to dig her finger nails into his hands and she dug in good.

"Son of a bitch!" The guard exclaimed letting go and Katherine dropped to her knees gulping in air, panting.

The guard too distracted with his hands to retaliate quite yet was a small blessing. It gave Katherine a few brief moments to assess where she was and how she could use it to her advantage. But before she could lunge for the guard's legs to floor him and run, another guard walked in. "Crap." Katherine muttered under her breath.

"Katherine Plumber?" The guard asked.

Katherine nodded her hand standing up.

"She's mine." Hissed the first guard.

"No. She's free to go. And there's a lawyer out there who's going to come barging down her if I don't bring her now." The second guard, who Katherine decided she liked considerably more than the first, informed his compatriot.

The disappointed first guard got out of Katherine's way so she could be escorted out of the refuge. Having Joseph Pulitzer as a father was nice in situations like this because Katherine noticed as she walked out that the first guard was redoing his belt. Katherine was glad she didn't have to stick around to see what he had on his mind.