The next morning, Daniel arrived early like he promised to take Sam back to his cell. I placed a soft kiss against his lips, before letting him go. But it was when I was going back to fix my bed, my eyes caught sight of a bright, yellow piece of paper.

I bent down, picking it up with confusion. It was trampled up and near my bed, looking as if it had been stepped on and gone unnoticed. I pushed my glasses up, my eyes trailing over the written words.

Anonymous

My heart drummed with shock, confusion and fear. Various amount of questions played inside my mind, though, I believed I wouldn't be finding the answer to any of them anytime soon. I gulped, my eyes wide as the paper began to shake in my trembling hands.

Inhaling a deep breath, I slowly inched back to my bed, and sat down. I let out a deep breath, scrunching up the paper and putting it aside. I had no idea who had sent it to me, and why they had decided to use such threatening words, but I knew one thing. They wanted to scare me, have me a little worried.

And, it worked.

Swallowing, I pushed my thoughts to aside. My eyes glanced up at the clock on the wall, the hands ticking by every second. It read 7:45 AM, making me jump back into reality. I had no time to worry about whoever this anonymous note sender was, I had to get ready for work.

Pulling myself up, I made my way over to my closet and picked out a simple outfit. I slipped off my clothing while I was at it, not wanting to waste time. I pulled off my glasses and placed them on my bed, my brows furrowing as I tried my hardest not to think of the note.

However, as I slipped into the shower and scrubbed myself clean, I found it hard not to think back to it.

Who sent it?

Why did they send it?

And most importantly - What did they mean?

Later on, the threatening note managed to find its way to the back of my mind. It had sort of slipped out of my mind as the day went by, which was exceedingly quick. I was thankful for that, as I was woken earlier than usual. But it was worth spending my usual sleeping time, talking away and kissing Sam.

A smile found a way onto my lips.

Speaking of Sam, I hadn't seen him all day. I would be seeing him right after dinner shift, and as always, I was looking forward to it. Shaking off my thoughts, I proceeded my walk towards the cafeteria. I was alone today, only because Daniel was forced to cover another guard's shift.

I believe his wife was in labour.

When I entered the cafeteria, noise immediately entered my ears. The sound of various tones of voice sounded in my ears. From deep and low, to scratchy and dry. I pushed up my glasses, walking towards the lunch line. Only a few inmates stood awaiting to be served, which made me feel a little less guilty when I pushed in.

"Here you go." I heard the familiar voice belonging to Silva, chirp. I smiled in thanks, taking the extended tray from her hands. On the tray was a bowl of a green soup, which I hoped was broccoli. A small loaf of bread and a small, plastic plate of strawberry cake.

An odd meal, but I knew it would taste good.

Exhaling, I glanced around the cafeteria. Things had changed - a good change. I had been working in this prison for nearly two months. Before I was stared at, and I received lots of odd and questioning looks from the inmates, some even lust-filled. But no longer.

Well, from some inmates.

Excluding Mark's little group of friends, the rest of the prison didn't even bother to glance at me. Things had died down and I was no longer new. I was just thankful I no longer had to deal with skin piercing stares.

My thoughts came to a pause when I felt the familiar beady eyes on me. My head instantly shot up and grazed the room, landing on the group of men which I held a disliking towards. It was Mark's little bunch of friends, all of them staring at me.

I noticed they were all white. Some of them had shaved heads, while others had different shades of hair colour. Example, a red headed short man. But what stuck out most to me was the tattoo they all had on their skin.

It was a dragon.

Some had it on it on their face, necks, arms and some on their hands. I had put things together and realized it was symbol to show they were allies. They were a 'gang' or whatever you liked to call it. That's what I believed they wanted to represent themselves as.

However, I couldn't help but think of it as something else. I had noted the fact that they all sort of worshiped Mark, and looked up to him. Therefore, I had an idea it really was just a symbol to show they belonged to him. That they worked for him.

My eyes narrowed into a thin glare, which they were sending my way. And then one of them leaned forward to whisper in another's ear, suddenly bursting out into laughter from what they had said. A tug of annoyance and another emotion I couldn't place, tugged at my heart.

"Belle," The all too familiar raspy voice whispered in my ear. I instantly twirled around to face him, my heart lifting from the simple sight of his face. His brows were furrowed, the corner of his lips curled downwards. His face was still painted with bruises, but they were dying down.

My heart tugged a little.

"Sam," I smiled, wanting to lean forward and place my lips against his. However, with our current surroundings, I decided not to. I expected a smile in response, but received a deep frown. His jaw locked as he glanced back at Mark's little group.

"Where's Daniel?" I heard him ask lowly. Clearing my throat, I narrowed my eyes at him, watching him clench and then unclench his jaw.

"He's on duty, covering for someone." I told him. His eyes darted back to me and then lingered.

"Then come sit with me." He lowly suggested. I arched a surprised brow at him, pushing up my glasses. I noticed his eyes dart down towards them, the twitch of his lips noticeable.

"What?" I asked in confusion. "I don't think that would be appropriate considering..." I gestured around to where we were. In a prison cafeteria.

"It's fine. The guard's are busy paying attention to Mark's little followers and besides, we're sitting right at the back of the hall, nobody will see you." He said with a reassuring tone.

Hesitantly, I nodded, taking a quick glance at the guard's but they were busy staring down at a particular group of inmates.

"Umm.... Okay... Let's sit." I whispered, agreeing with his suggestions.

"Follow me, but keep a small distance... We don't want to make it obvious." He slyly winked and began walking towards the end of the cafeteria.

I wasn't sure where Sam sat, because I had truthfully only saw him once in this cafeteria, the time when Mark had purposely split his coke. I grimaced at the thought of him. He truly made my stomach churn.

I followed behind Sam, heading towards Mark's group of friends. When he passed them, I watched him lift a juice box and squirt it in the red headed man's face. Gasps and sounds of approval sounded in my ears. My eyes widened, watching Sam lean forward and whisper in his face.

"Talk shit about her again and it won't be pretty." He lowly rasped, and I had to admit it was strangely sexy. I held in an amused laugh when seeing the ginger haired man glare at Sam. He only glared back harder, making him look away in defeat.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I followed Sam who walked over to a small table, ignoring their stares. On the table, sat an African-American man, with clean shaved head and grey bread. Beside him was a white elder man, who seemed a little goofy.

"Here, Belle." Sam patted the empty seat beside him. I hesitantly sat beside him, placing my tray down on the table. When I looked up, I found both elder men watching me with narrowed eyes and a welcoming smile.

"Hey there, little lady. I'm Robert. Lovely to meet you." The African-American man piped up. I returned a large smile.

"Belle," I responded.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Josh. But you can call me Joe, daddy Joe, just daddy or whatever." He winked at me, the noticeable tinge of what seemed like a German accent, laced onto his words. Blushing, I glanced down at my tray.

"It's nice to meet you too, and I think I'll stick with Josh." I told him, earning a shrug of response. I glanced up at Sam, finding him glaring at Josh. I let out a small giggle.

"Stupid dick," I heard him mutter to himself, only making my grin grow larger.

"Those fools, they trying to cause trouble?" Robert asked, not sure if it was Sam or I.

"What's new?" Sam sarcastically replied, earning murmurs of agreement. Josh snorted, welcoming a spoon of custard into his mouth. I glanced back down at meal, and couldn't help but notice that they served separate food for the staff.

It just didn't feel fair.

"But at least you won't be seeing that prick anymore." Josh pipped up, a mouth full of custard. I scrunched up my face, and couldn't help but think back to Daniel. The two shared similar eating habits.

"What?" I heard myself ask. He glanced at me, grinning a little.

"Yeah, didn't you hear? Mark's being transported to another prison. Apparently, after Sam's little fight with him, it was the final straw." He explained to me. My eyes widened and I couldn't help a but allow a grin etch onto my lips.

"How do you know this? Are you sure? Because even if they were going to exchange a prisoner, it could...could have been Sam, too...why did they choose him?" I asked, frowning and not wanting to get my hopes fully high.

"Because, word's gotten around. I heard one of his minions say it themselves. They hate you even more now, Sam." He paused to snicker and glance at Sam.

"And I think they chose him, because he's a dick. He disrespects a lot of guards and inmates, and I guess they had it with him." He told me, and I then allowed relief to openly flood me. I couldn't help but let a giggle slip my lips, feeling Sam's eyes on me. His and Robert's conversation suddenly coming to a halt.

"What's funny?" He asked, amusement tugging at his tone. I glanced at him, unable to stop smiling.

"Mark's gone!" I whispered yelled. A glint of realization crossed his eyes and the amusement deepened.

"I know that, Belle." He smiled at me. I smiled, forgetting about our surroundings and reaching forward to wrap my arms around his torso. He instantly wrapped them back. But I froze, feeling him freeze along with me. I immediately pulled back, my eyes wide as I glanced around.

Everyone was busy chatting and laughing, none of them were looking our way. We were practically hidden.

A breath of relief left my lips.

"Well, well, well, won't you look at that, Josh? There's nothing going on." Robert mockingly said. I blushed, glancing down at my lap, inwardly cursing myself for being so stupid.

"Shut the fuck up, Rob." Sam lowly muttered.

"Watch your fucking mouth, cracker boy. Don't lie to my face and act as if it's nothing." Robert fired back, the annoyance evident in his tone. Blushing, I glanced up at him and Josh.

"I-I'm sorry," I squeaked out. They both arched a confused brow. Sam's hand slyly sneaked to interlock with mine, resting on my lap. I half-smiled at him.

"Don't be, little lady. We're telling Sam off here." He waved off. A sigh left Sam's lips.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, alright? I'll tell you everything from now on. It was a little personal, try and understand me here." Sam defended. Robert arched a brow, smirking.

"So, what is going on between you two?"

Both Sam and I glanced at each other. We rolled our eyes and then grinned.

"Well?"

Lunch passed by quicker than I would have liked. It was actually really fun to get to know Robert and Josh. I had learnt that Robert was the more sensible one and more wise with words. Where as Josh was, like I thought, goofy and always cracking jokes. It was insane to how similar he was with Daniel.

What pained me the most of saying goodbye to lunch, was not being able to stay with Sam . He had pulled me to aside and slyly kissed me chastely on the lips, his hands inappropriately groping my behind. But I didn't mind.

Grinning, I walked towards my office, ready to start my shift. Before I had Sam, I had a small fifteen minute interview with Mr Joan's, to allow him to check up on me and see if I was working up to his 'standards'. Rolling my eyes at the thought, I turned corners.

And that's when it all happened.

As I walked down the corridor, not paying attention to my surroundings, a sudden hand latched onto my wrist. I didn't know where it came from, until I felt myself being dragged into a room. A loud yelp left my lips, only to be muffled by the large hand covering my lips.

Fear, shock and confusion danced inside of me.

It was not a nice combination.

"You're not safe, Belle. I'm here to get you. And I'm going to get you good." A low, deep voice whispered and I tensed, instantly thinking back to the note I found. I shuffled around, biting and clawing at the beefy hand on my lips, but a sudden hard impact against my cheeks, muted me.

"Shut the fuck up, you worthless slut. You and Blake are going to pay." The man in the black ski mask hissed. He had an accent, strangely foreign.

My heart dropped at the mention of Sam, realization and fear growing larger.

As his hands reached out to grope my hips, I realized where this was all leading to.

"N-No, p-please d-don't!" I stuttered, but by the sadistic grin on his dark mask covered face, I knew it wouldn't end well.

I was doomed.

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