Tasha walked behind Rick and headed out to a small janitor's room. Rick closed the door and Ellen could only imagine what was happening in that small cramped room. Ellen turned her head to see Tyrone looking at her. He gave her a wink and wiggled his long tongue at her.

Ellen looked at the janitor's room and then back at Tyrone. A small little thought began to formulate in her head. She looked back at her food and took another bite of her bread. The razor in her pocket felt as though it was cutting through her leg, even though it wasn't moving or touching her in any way.

She had to get Tyrone alone, which wasn't going to be very hard. If she even slightly seduced him, she'd be able to get him, but the problem would be after. She had to wait until after lunch and once they were free to roam around, she'd have to get him into a bathroom.

She finished her piece of bread and stood up. She heard a loud bang on the janitor room's door and heard a stream of moans. Rick was going to town with Tasha in the tiny little room. Ellen's own crotch grew warm, imagining herself in Tasha's position for a moment.

Ellen shook her head and made her way out of the cafeteria. She had to distance herself from Rick's crew to have a shot at getting close to Tyrone. Like clockwork, Tyrone stood up and wandered around a bit, keeping an eye on Ellen as she walked out. He gave a nod to Mason and walked out another door.

Ellen's hand automatically went to her pocket, feeling the sharp razor still sitting, waiting to be used. She began heading outside but stopped as Tyrone's huge, hulking figure blocked her way. He crossed his arms and looked down at her.

"If it ain't the white bitch of Rick's nigga crew. What you doin' slut?" Tyrone asked.

"Just getting some air," Ellen replied.

"Yeah? Dat pussy of yo's also want some air? Or maybe some real chocolate?"

"Yeah right, you wouldn't dare," Ellen said as she tried to walk past him.

"Bitch, you think I be 'fraid of dem niggas wit Rick? Dat nigga ain't got nothin' on me. I been encroachin' on his territory and you know what he do? Nothin'. You know why? Cause he some stupid ass silver spoon nigga, dat's why. Why don't you let a real thug nigga like me show you how to have a good time?"

"Sounds like a tempting offer but no," Ellen said as she tried to walk out.

"Nuh uh bitch. You comin' wit me," Tyrone said as he grabbed her and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

Ellen squirmed and contemplated grabbing the razor in her pocket. At the angle she was at, she'd be able to get the back of his neck. Unfortunately, that would mean the guards would also get a clear view and absolute proof that she was the one who injured Tyrone. She needed to do it stealthily enough that the guards couldn't put in her solitary but at the same time, make it known that Tyrone was taken out by her.

She continued to squirm a bit and even tried hitting his back. Her own fists hurt after hitting his muscular body. Ellen looked around as other inmates watched and laughed. Tyrone turned a corner and headed into one of the bathrooms.

He plopped her on her knees on the dirty bathroom floor and grinned down at her. Ellen felt her leg again, making sure her razor was still in her pocket. Her heart raced as she tried to think of a way to take out the large black man.