I woke up around 4 AM. I had slept for only about five hours, before I had a terrible dream. In that very dream, I had the bad fortune to witness my attacker. His piercing brown eyes and his thin lips, pulled into a disgusting smirk.

Actually, now that I think about it, it was more like a nightmare.

I shivered, glancing up at the well asleep Sam. He looked so innocent, so precious. Almost like a little child. When I woke up from my dream, I was thankful to see Sam still asleep. I didn't want to be selfish and wake him up, if I had accidentally let a scream or sound escape my lips.

Instead, I just curled up to him even more. 

I felt safe like that.

He had only groaned and tugged me further into him, murmuring 'Belle' in his sleep. I had grinned, suddenly forgetting about my horrible nightmare, and focusing on him.

Time had ticked by and it was soon 6 AM. Sam was still fast asleep and I was just staring at him, running a hand through his blonde hair.

He hadn't shifted one bit, light snores leaving his lips. I couldn't fall asleep after my dream, just because my mind was too heavy with thoughts. So, therefore, I spent my time examining and taking in the beautiful human being.

It really did have me in shock.

He was supposed to be a prisoner...dare I say it - a criminal. I wasn't one to judge, but if I were ever to see Sam outside of this prison and for say for instance, a coffee shop - I would never think he were a criminal.

Yes, I admit he had a bad boy vibe radiating off from him, but I would never assume the worst of him. And once again I was reminded of the fact I had no idea what this captivating male was doing in this prison. I wanted to know why, what he had done to earn a place here. 

And in the near future, I promised myself to ask him.

Right now, I'd only try and break down the walls he had built up. They were crumbling, on the verge of breaking and I couldn't wait to get past them.

Too lost in thought, I didn't feel Sam shift beside me. His hands somehow traveled to cup my behind in his large hands, his nose tucking itself into the nape of my neck. I blushed, glancing up at him.

"Are you awake?" I quietly asked, not wanting to risk any chance of actually waking him up. It was silent for a moment, till I felt him clench my behind in his hands. A small yelp left my lips and a smile quirked onto his lips.

"Good morning, Baby." He rasped, his voice sounding so husky. I shyly smiled, closing my eyes a little. Hearing him call me 'Baby' made my insides feel giddy.

"Good morning, Sam." I whispered back, placing a kiss against his naked shoulder. He had a full on six pack, amazing me completely. He was beautiful, breathtakingly handsome. Just by looking at him, I knew he could turn a woman on.

It just wasn't fair.

Absentmindedly, my hands trailed over his masculine body, my hands growing warm from the heated male. A groan sounded from his lips as I inched lower and lower towards his promised land. A jolt of arousal shot inside of me when my eyes landed on the sexy V-line, a path to his erect member.

"Belle," He lowly muttered. Smirking a little, I felt a spark of mischief erupt inside of me. He was already hard, growing larger as every second ticked by. Sam had pleasured me many times, and I believed it was my turn to return the favour.

I shifted slightly, slipping my hands inside his sweats, and gently rubbed him over his boxers. He groaned, groping my behind eagerly in his hands. 

"Fuck," He cursed, and began placing kisses against my neck. Most likely leaving some marks. Thinking I had tortured him enough, I slipped my hands inside his boxers, his pulsing member coming in contact with my small hands.

"Holy," He breathed out, as I rubbed a thumb across his tip. I slowly circled it, Sam's groans lowly sounding my ears. I bit back a smirk, my hand slowly moving down to stroke him. I paused, hearing heavy breathing, before doing it again.

"Like this, Sam?" I tried to my best to sound seductive, but that was only an act to cover my nerves. It had been so long since I had given a hand job or blow job.

I hoped I hadn't lost my magic.

"Fuck, just like that, baby." He hissed. I sped up my pace, flicking my wrist. I glanced back at Sam, his eyes were tightly shut, his hands still groping my behind in his hands. I bit down on my bottom lip, picking myself up and straddling his thighs. His eyes popped open.

No words left my lips as I slowly tugged down his sweats, along with his boxers, his member popped free. It was large, and I almost forgot how long it really was. I licked my lips, leaning forward to wrap my hands around it, before placing my lips at his tip.

He inhaled sharply, throwing his head back in pleasure. I swirled my tongue around it, while my hands cupped his balls, gently squeezing them.

"My dirty little Belle," He grunted, as I sped up my pace. I took him into my mouth, bopping my head back and forth, almost hitting the back of my throat. I rubbed him a little more, glancing up at him to see him staring right back at me. Lust and need filled his eyes as I continued on with my actions.

When I pulled back to twirl my tongue against the tip of his erection, he came. A low groan left his lips as he released over me. I was a little surprised from his sudden action, but nevertheless I cleaned him up, using my tongue. He tasted...good. Not too salty. 

When I finished, I pulled his boxers back up as well as his sweats. Suddenly, he tugged me up, making me yelp as I landed on his chest. My breast against his hard, toned chest. Our eyes locked, his heavy breath brushing against my lips. I smiled at him, leaning my head against his heart. 

The sound soothed my ears.

"God, you're fucking amazing, Belle." He rasped, rubbing the low of my back gently. I smiled, placing a kiss against his chest. His heart was beating at a fast pace, most likely from the orgasm I had the pleasure to cause him.

"Thank you. I don't know why you did what you just did, but thank you. I enjoyed every fucking second." He placed a kiss on the top of my head. I shifted, so I was facing him.

"Because, if you can do it for me, I can do the same. And you're very welcome." I told him softly. He tugged me into his chest, our eyes locked as a emotion grazed across them. Suddenly, the clouded emotion reappeared. My brows furrowed in confusion, my hands reaching out to trail across his bruise.

"I'm sorry, Belle." I heard him say. My mouth opened to question him about his sudden choice of words, but he continued to speak.

"I promised to protect you, but I failed." He muttered, gazing into my eyes. I frowned, rubbing his cheek gently, watching a glint cross his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but held back.

"Don't speak like that, Sam. W-What happened...happened. I don't want to think about it any longer. I'm just thankful that God saved me before he could really do any damage." I whispered, my voice cracking a little. 

He suddenly leaned down, placing a lingering kiss against my lips.

"You're incredible." Was all he said, before he tugged me a little further into him. I smiled against his chest, wrapping my arms around him.

"But I won't let that ever happen again." He lowly muttered, but I heard. I wasn't sure what he meant, so I decided to drop it. A few seconds passed and we lay in each others embrace, just savouring the time.

And the more I spent in his embrace, the thought of me almost being a victim of rape, faded from my mind. His touch removed any other mans, leaving me with the feeling of security and comfort. 

Sam was all I needed.

I made my way through the prison hallway's, not aiming to get anywhere specific. I wasn't allowed to run outside on the field, my 'punishment' given to me from getting into a fight with Mark. But comparing it to his, it was nothing. 

However, right now, I felt the need to go on a run. Fuck, a marathon. I had all this pent up anger, awaiting to be released. Therefore, I fast walked around the building, going in circles, hoping it would deal with my anger.

It wasn't working - I could still feel the tension in my body. And to make things worse, I continued to think about Belle.

She was about to be raped. Raped by Edward. Edward, one of Mark's little ass lickers. Mark, the same man who was no longer in the prison, but his presence lingered. Even though he was physically no longer here, the prison still held his minions. They worshiped him and they would do anything to bring him justice.

Justice which he didn't deserve.

I held in a growl, suddenly changing paths and heading towards where I knew they would be. I charged inside the cafeteria. Their little gang of fuckers, always sat around a large table. Claiming it with their minion asses. I didn't hesitate as I strode over to them.

"All you fucking listen!" I raised my voice, all their heads turning to face me like the sheep's they were. I held in my anger, trying to control myself from doing something wrong.

I didn't want to be taken away from Belle.

"Oh, Blake. Can I help you?" One of them called out, his hair shaven from his head. I glared at him, inwardly wanting to put a hard fist to his face.

"Yes, yes you fucking can." I paused, turning to face all of them. They were all staring at me, and I could tell the evident fear dancing in their eyes. No matter how hard they tried to hide and put up a an act - they all feared me.

And I don't blame them. 

It pleased me.

"Fuck that, you all can." I took a step closer towards the table. I noticed some of them tense. I inwardly smirked at that.

"Look, I don't know what all of you have against me. I did nothing to you and I've tried my hardest not to create any enemies, but it's like you all want to mess with me and be taught a lesson." 

"I have no problem with that, want to fight me? Come on then, let's go. But I can assure you, it won't end pretty for you. Ask your little master for instance. Oh wait - I forgot, he's no longer allowed on these prison grounds." I mocked, watching some them lock their jaws.

"I'm not here to taunt you, nor am I here to fight with one of you. I'm simply here to warn you." I let my voice fall deadly.

"I've put up with your shit long enough. Dealt with your asses, that all want to fight. But now, this is were I put a stop to it. I know it was your master's plan to get that little ginger leprechaun to try and rape Belle, and don't you dare try to tell me otherwise." I growled. They all stayed silent, watching me.

"He was trying to avenge him, to get the 'justice' he felt he needed, but won't you look at that - his sentence has been extended, and he's gone to join your master." I smirked at that.

"I'm not here to mock you all, as much as I'd love to. But as I said, I'm here to warn you. If anyone of you try and touch Belle, let alone look her way - I'll kill you." I flatly said. A few eyes widened.

"I'm not joking here, or playing around with you. I'm serious. Try and come for Belle, or me. I won't hesitate to cut you off from this world." I lowly threatened them. I meant every single world. 

If they tried anything, with either of us - I'd have them dead in a second.

"So, choose your decisions wisely. Count your blessings, and leave me and Belle the fuck alone." I lastly said, and turned on my heels. The cafeteria was silent, a few eyes on me. Some watching in approval and others matching their fear. I said nothing, but sighed when I glanced up.

Daniel stood by the door, looking at me with a small smile. I walked towards him, arching a brow.

"Hey man," I cleared my throat, knowing he had witnessed the little scene.

"I've got a letter for you." He suddenly said, pulling a white envelope out from behind his back. A jolt of shock erupted inside of me. 

"W-What?" I stuttered, taking the letter from his extended hands. I flipped it over, seeing my name and the prison address on it. When I glanced up at him, he had a look of approval, as well as a smirk playing on his face.

"That was good, Man. And definitely needed." He slapped my back. I smirked at him response, however my thoughts lingered on the letter I held in my hands. The sudden sound of his walkie talkie went off and he sighed.

"I'll see you around. Duty calls." He rolled his eyes. We exchanged our usual handshake, before he turned on his heels to leave. When he left, I found myself glancing back down at the envelope in my hands, awaiting to be opened. 

My brows furrowed in confusion as I flipped it about in my hands, wondering what it held inside. So I found myself moving towards an empty table, sitting down and ignoring all the small amount of lingering eyes on me. A sudden wave of an emotion I couldn't place churned in my stomach. 

I tore the envelope open.

A sudden wave of eagerness took over me, as I pulled out the white piece of paper. As I unfolded the paper, I inhaled a deep breath. Seven years in prison and I had never received a letter, but in my hands, I held one.

I didn't know who it was from.

Or why they had written.

But I was about to find out.

So I set out off reading. My eyes grazing over the top of the letter.

'Dear, Sam'

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