The music echoed in my ears, my feet moving against the green grass of field. It was still damp from the rainfall from yesterday, but that didn't stop me from running. A smirk threatened to flash against my lips as I thought about yesterday.

Right here, on these very fields, I had the great pleasure to explore Belle's enticing body, a little bit more. It was going to lead to her having another orgasm, my tongue this time being the cause of her blissful face. But sadly enough, it started to fucking rain.

I was bummed about it at first. But then she started dancing, and I no longer cared. I watched in adoration, in admiration, taking in the beautiful human being. A breathtaking smile played on those soft, pink lips of hers. Her ocean colored orbs, gleamed. Her body twirling and dancing, her hair bouncing with her carefree movements.

I was stunned.

Stunned by her beauty. Stunned by how carefree she was able to be. Stunned by the enticing atmosphere she held inside of her. Stunned by how truly precious she was. Stunned by her caring nature. And most all, stunned by how innocent she really was.

She was innocent, so, so innocent. But I didn't mean sexually.

I paused to take a gulp of water from the water fountain randomly placed at the back of a building door. I bent down, welcoming the fresh water inside my mouth. My eyes closed, but my mind didn't.

Belle was innocent in another manner. She took a job up in this prison. This dull, dark, cold prison full of monsters, criminals, heartless people.

People like myself.

But strangely enough - she didn't care. There was not a sign of bother ever crossing her mind. Apart from the time I found out Mark tried his hardest to violate her, on her first fucking day. Absentmindedly, my hands clenched into fists at the thought of that prick. God, I'd love to welcome my fist into his ugly face.

Somehow, Belle was able to deal with people like him - like me. She admirably found the strength to not get freaked out and run away like someone with the right sense of mind would do. Instead, she was full of selflessness. Kindness.

She wanted to help us. She saw light in us. She saw hope. Or at least she tried to.

And I saw guidance in her.

She was truly a precious flower.

I pulled my head out from the water fountain, using a hand to wipe across my upper lip, my fingers grazing few peaks of facial hair. That reminded me, I needed to shave. Exhaling, I fixed up my cotton grey hat, pushing all my grown hair underneath it. It was pretty long, but not overly.

I was pretty sure I could make one of those man buns, but a small one at that.

I pulled my hood thoroughly over my head. A gush of wind blew across my face, making me roll my eyes and zip up my hoodie. I couldn't wait until they washed my pull up one. I hated using fucking zips.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Sammy." I suddenly heard a voice say. Within a semi second, I turned my body around, facing the person who had the courage to greet me like that. They tried to make it sound like I was downgrading.

"What the fuck do you want?" The words effortlessly left my lips, too familiar with me. I stared back at Edward Johnson. He was a pretty short guy, ginger hair sitting at the top of his head, freckles across his face, and dark brown eyes. He was a Scottish lad.

The corner of his lips quirked into a grin. I held in a grimace.

"That's not a polite way to greet someone, but then again, I am speaking to you." He muttered, snickering at his dry joke. I held a straight face, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. He took a few steps forward, my body tensing, ready to attack if he dared tried to.

"Get to the fucking point." I lowly spat. He took another step forward, pausing when standing just a step away from me. His forehead only reaching my chest. I tried to hold in a laugh at that, he acted as if he were the shit, but couldn't even reach eye-level.

"Mark's calling you." He uttered, the words sounding like an order. A scoff left my lips and I rolled my shoulders back and forth, warming my body up again.

"He can suck my dick." I flatly said. The little ginger head toad, glared up at him. Once again I was reminded of his short stance. I held in a laugh.

Intimidating, yeah right.

"Don't make this any harder, Blake." His tone suddenly fell low. I arched a brow, letting a smirk overcome my lips. I took a step forward, getting into his personal space. I wanted this bitch to be threatened.

"Or what?" I breathed, letting the fog from my breath, cloud against his face. He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply. He was getting scared, I was sure of it.

"I'll have to take drastic measures." His Scottish accent coming out, making the words sound slightly amusing to my ears. The corner of my lips curled upwards. When I saw the focused glare shooting from his eyes, I laughed.

I laughed right there and then, in his little, ugly face. His brows furrowed, and his jaw ticked.

"What the fuck is funny?" He questioned. I took a step back, still laughing at his pathetic ways. If he thought I would happily tag along with him and have no objection, just feel threatened by his presence - he was fucked up in the head.

"You're pathetic," I muttered, my laughter fading away. He jaw ticked again, his short arms hanging by his side. I noticed his small sized hands, clenched.

"If you honestly think you're intimidating in the slightest, you need fucking help." I told him. His eyes narrowed up at me.

"Now piss the fuck off, before I take drastic measures." I grinned at him, mimicking his words from earlier on. He heaved, a curse word slipping out from his thin pink lips.

"I can't," He finally let out, his shoulders sagging a little with defeat. I raised a brow.

"Mark...Mark wants to see you...just please go and see him. I'm not asking for any trouble." He almost pleaded. I pursed my lips, while I inwardly contemplated to myself.

Did I want to look eye to eye with that fucker again?

Nope.

But did I want to feel that smug feeling again, knowing I beat the shit out of him, again?

Yes.

It wasn't even a question. I inwardly longed to see the lurking fear within him. I could sense - knew, it was there. He just, most of the time, did a good job at covering it up. But I knew it was there.

"Fine." I shrugged, finally choosing what I wanted to do. I noticed a little beam wave across his brown eyes, relief flooding them.

"Good choice..." He trailed off, turning on his heels as he began walking away. I followed behind, my brows furrowing when I heard him mutter something else. I just didn't catch it. Rubbing my jaw, I followed the barely five-foot man. I noticed his head was rather large for his skinny, malnourished body.

"Here." He muttered, leading me to the corner his little group of ass-licker's stood. And then I saw him, a noticeable purple eye still there, a fucked up jaw, causing his lips to stand at an awkward angle.

"Mark." I smirked, not even hiding the smugness in my tone. He pushed himself up from the brick wall he was leaning against, stepping forward to inch closer towards me. I only smirked larger.

"Took you long enough, Edward." He said through gritted teeth. I glanced at the ginger head, who was looking rather nervous.

"Blake," He suddenly said, his attention refocusing on me. Being this close to his ugly face, I had the chance to admire my art.

Who knew my fists could create such a masterpiece?

I inwardly snickered at my own thoughts.

"Nice eye you got there, never knew you were such a big fan of purple." I taunted. Anger flashed across his grey eyes.

"And your jaw, it looks good." I smirked. His eyes narrowed and when I was waiting and expecting an insult, a grin curled onto his lips. A pair of yellow teeth flashed out. Confusion bubbled up inside of me.

"You got me good." He chuckled lowly. I kept silent, watching the strange scene playing out in-front of me.

"But I'm going to get you even better."

The next thing I knew, a fist blew out to brush against my nose.

I hadn't seen Sam all day. I sat in my office, sorting out my folders. It was my dinner break, and I would be seeing him right after. I couldn't wait, tingles from his touch still had me blushing. Unable to hide a smile, I stood up from my chair, tugging down my lab coat, which had rose up a little.

I picked up my keys, heading towards the door. I opened the door, stepped outside and closed it within less than a second. A small breeze rushed up my spine as I pulled out my phone, feeling it vibrate in my pocket.

Furrowing my brows, my eyes skimmed over the text.

I pursed my lips, hesitating before typing back a response.

I was in no mood to talk to her after her constant need to approve or disapprove on every little decision I took. Of course I loved her greatly, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear her opinion on everything. She was my Aunt - not me. I just wanted her to realize she was in the wrong this time.

Another little vibration occurred, but I paid it no attention. I'd talk to her later, right now, I was in the mood for dinner. Exhaling, I began walking down the familiar route, which led me to the cafeteria. But that was when I suddenly heard unfamiliar sounds.

My brows knotted in confusion and a frown etched onto my lips. What sounded like groans, and muffled curse words, echoed in my ears. They were faint, almost unnoticeable. I glanced around the empty corridor I was in, and only found a window. The grey clouds peaked out from above.

Hesitantly, I took small steps towards it, the muffled noises grew louder. My eyes narrowed as I closely listened to the noises. It was when I stood right away from the window, I peered down. My eyes widened as I saw the sight.

A group of inmates looked to be in a fight. A large bundle of different inmates, some dressed in orange jumpsuits, and one or two in grey sweats. My mouth parted, and I froze, simply taking in the scene.

I could only see the top of their heads, one them charging forward to hold a grey dressed one to the wall. I watched as his hood was pulled off, followed by his beanie. It was in that moment, I felt my heart drop.

"Sam," I heard myself whisper.

The others took a few steps away, while the bold inmate held him up against the wall, his face close to his. It was then I realised it was no other than, Mark. And my Sam.

I snapped out of my thoughts when seeing the movement of a fist land against his beautiful face. A gasp left my lips and before I knew it, I found myself hurriedly bouncing down the stairs, my eyes wide with worry and concern.

"Marco!" I yelled, when seeing him in sight. He was minding his own business, lent against the wall, watching inmates come in and out.

"Belle? Can I help you?" His low, gruff voice questioned.

"I-Inmates outside! T-They're fighting -" Before I was able to finish my sentence, he had already ran out the door, realization crossing his face. Swallowing in a shaky breath, I followed behind him, my feet padding against the hard ground.

I felt a lot of emotions that moment. Fear, worry, anger, confusion, but most of all; concern. I was worried for him. My Sam.

The curse words and groans grew louder as they came into view. Marco spoke into his walkie talkie, before striding forward and pulling Mark away from Sam. I couldn't see clearly with the crowd of inmates, making me frown and grow even more worried.

When Marco put handcuffs over Mark's wrist, I caught a glimpse of his face. There was a fresh bruise on his face, and the past purple eye of his. A sadistic grin played on his lips as he was pulled away from view. However, I didn't care.

"B," I heard Daniel suddenly whisper in my ear. But I didn't pay any attention to it. Instead I pushed my way into the circle, my arms brushing past a few inmates. They were all snickering, most of them walking away with excited expressions.

That made me feel sick.

When I stood a few steps away from me, I was able to see his face. It was bruised, his jaw clenched, as his body heaved. He somehow had managed to pull the hood over his head, which was bowed, eyes on the ground.

"Sam," I softly called, my heart dropping from the sight. He tensed from hearing my voice and hesitantly glanced up. When our eyes locked, my heart dropped. His eyes were dark with anger, blood spilling out from his noise. A small gasp left my lips, tears pricking my eyes.

"Y-You're bleeding -" My words were faded out, suddenly interrupted by another presence.

"What the hell is going on over here?" The familiar voice, which belonged to Mr Joan's, sounded in my ears. My eyes went wide, my head snapping over to where he stood. He glanced at Sam, then at me, before going back to Sam.

"Come with me, Blake." He snarled, stepping forward and pulled him into him.

"He needs medical care!" I blurted out. Both bodies paused, their heads turning to face me. Mr Joan's eyes lingered on me, before he shrugged.

"This won't take long." Was all he said, before he pulled Sam away with him. My frown deepened.

"Sorry, Belle." I heard Daniel say. I glanced up at him, and sighed.

"I...I just want to know what happened." I whispered.

"Me too. But we'll have to wait for him to come back, B." He told me. I nodded, sighing to myself.

I just hoped he was okay.

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