I let out a heavy groan as I dug out the dirty mud from the ground, throwing it over my shoulder somewhere. A deep breath left my lips as I straightened up, taking a minute to catch my breath from this energy sucking task.

Beads of sweat lay across my forehead, and the pit of my shirt was slightly damp too. My arms ached from digging a useless hole in the ground, which would fulfil no purpose in the end. It was a punishment. A punishment, which they believed I deserved.

"Keep digging that hole, Inmate! Oh and you can forget that break of yours!" A feminine voice called. I glanced up, seeing the familiar looking blonde female guard. She had a scowl playing on her face, but I knew it was just an act. She just wanted to seem like a good guard, following orders.

But she wasn't.

She was the prison whore around here...or that's what I liked to call her. She'd share an occasional fuck with some of the prisoners and then act like it was nothing. I only knew this because I was unfortunate enough to walk in on it.

I grimaced as I thought back to the memory. It was only my second month being in this hell hole, when I walked on the disturbing scene. The woman had no class as she shamelessly rode the biggest dick known to this planet; Mark.

After that scarring memory, I found out from fellow prisoners, she fucked quite a lot of them. Ever since then, I inwardly laughed when I see her.

Pathetic.

Sending her a glare, I took a deep breath before going back to digging. The only reason she was being such a bitch, was because I declined her. Countless of times, she had thrown herself at me. Only to be declined.

I huffed out a breath, using my shirt to wipe off some sweat on my forehead. I dug for a few more minutes, before I finished.

"I'm finished!" I yelled, capturing the attention of few. Some prisoners groaned in envy, because I had finished before them. The blonde prison whore, strode over, a pissed look playing on her face. She hummed as she examined the hole.

"Alright, you can go have your break." She muttered, glancing at me briefly before walking off. I let out a heavy breath of relief, once again using my shirt to wipe the beads of sweat on my face.

I fucking hated digging holes.

I quickly signed myself out, walking further away from the field where others were still finishing with their task. I absentmindedly walked to the prisons cafeteria, the prison's lay out memorized by heart.

I had been in this hell hole since I was seventeen. Seven, dreadful years of facing the same place everyday. Glum, dull, dark - that's how I felt being stuck in here. There was no light in here. I was surrounded by individuals like myself. It was just dark.

I swallowed a breath, entering the prison building. A dark skinned, muscly, guard stood by the door, glancing over at me as I walked inside. I pulled my hood over my head, bowing my head a little as I steadied my pace.

Warm air brushed against my skin, but I was already hot from digging those fucking holes. I clenched my jaw as I thought back to that stupid task. Suddenly, I felt a hard shoulder brush against mine, making me stumble.

My head shot up, glaring at the person behind my near fall. And of fucking course, I stared back at the biggest dick I had the sad fortune to know. Dark grey eyes stared back at me, a sarcastic grin curled onto his thin lips. A tattoo going up his neck and his head stuck with a buzz cut.

I held back from punching the fucker in the nose.

"Sorry, Blake - didn't see you there." He sarcastically breathed. I clenched my jaw, narrowing my brows as I began to feel myself grow heated.

"Fuck you," I sharply muttered, watching as he threw his head back and a cackle left his thin lips.

"Back at you. Just be happy there wasn't a can in your hand this time or it would have ruined poor Sammy's shirt." He falsely cooed, instantly dancing on my last nerve. I took a step forward and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, the faint emotion of fear, flashing across his eyes briefly.

I inwardly smirked.

"Don't fucking test my patience, Mark. You're on my last fucking nerve, and if you dare over step boundaries I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of you like I did two years ago." I coldly muttered, loosening my hold on him, before shoving him back. He stumbled, trying to catch his balance, and then the fucker glanced up at me with a sadistic smirk.

"I'm not here to fight your little boy ass. I come in peace." He grinned, showing me his dirty yellow teeth, a gold tooth sparkling at me. I narrowed my eyes at him, arching a brow.

"What the fuck do you want?" I lowly asked, my eyes darting around for a second. It was only us two in the middle of a corridor, right outside the cafeteria.

"Have you seen the new nurse?" He smirked, like the sick bastard he is. I nodded, thinking back to the fascinating brunette. There was just something about here which made me want to smile.

I shook off my thoughts.

"What about her?" I asked, uninterested.

"I'm going to fuck her." He announced, nonchalantly. I didn't know what came over me, but I had this sudden urge to beat the shit out of him. I just wanted to grab him by the collar of his shirt and throw a hard punch at that sick face of his and then follow it up with many more.

"The fuck you are." I growled, clenching my hands by my side. And then a glint beamed across his eyes.

"What the fuck is it to you, Blake? She's not yours." He arched a brow. I shook my head at him.

"So? That doesn't give you the right to throw yourself on her. She's not a fucking whore." I muttered in response, feeling my hands clench into fists. His eyes narrowed into a glare and he took a step forward.

"I'll fuck her if I want to. You're just jealous I can get a piece of pussy around here, unlike you."

I closed my eyes for a second and tried to calm down.

"Try and do something to her and you'll be sorry, you sick fuck." I shoved past him, hearing him call out a few curse words. I didn't pay attention to them. Instead, I tried to control my thoughts and try to understand what had just happened and why.

I stood up for her, and I got angry. I wanted to beat him. But instead, I controlled myself and just threatened him. I let out a huff, running a hand down my face.

Relax, Sam.

Too caught up in my thoughts, I didn't realize I entered the cafeteria. Familiar sound of laughter belonging to fellow prisoners, sounded in my ears. I kept to myself, standing in line as I waited for my turn to be served.

"Next!" A voice yelled. I glanced up briefly, staring back at the smiling Silva. She was the only nice dinner lady around here. The others were a bunch of stuck up bitches.

"Oh, Sam. How are you today?" She asked as she happily poured me a serving of Pasta. My stomach rumbled in hunger.

"I'm fine. And you?" I lowly asked. She smiled wider, placing a serving of custard on the dessert side of the plate.

"I'm good as always." She giggled. I smiled slightly, taking the tray from her extended arm. I went to sign myself off from the list of people who had dinner, passing a glaring lunch lady; a young Mexican woman, a large mole near her upper lip.

I didn't glance at her, not paying attention to her snooty looks. Jokes on her, she was working in a prison as a lunch lady. Smiling lightly at my own joke, I made my way over to the table I always sat at. And there sat my only two friends.

Robert Collins and Josh Spring. Robert an older African American, wise with his elder age. Bold, with a grey bread growing on his face. Josh Spring, originally from Germany, a slight accent in his words, but raised in America, no less. Both men were aged fifty, and were wise as hell. Robert a little more.

They were the only ones I really trusted around here and had the pleasure to call them my friends.

"Aye! There he is." Josh jokingly hollered. I playfully rolled my eyes, sitting across from the elder men.

"Boy, you sure took your sweet time. We only have ten minutes left before we go off to our last shift." Robert told me, coughing slightly after. I thought back to the incident in the corridor.

"Mark held me up," I stated, watching as both their eyes widened. Everyone knew of our rival with each other. It was him who started it, so I went along with it. I hate him.

"Boy, what the hell do you mean he held you up?" Rob asked, sounding surprised as well as shocked. I swallowed the bite of tomato pasta, clenching my jaw as I thought of his words.

"I'm going to fuck her."

"Nothing...he was just wasting my time as always." I growled in response, choosing not to go into detail with that.

"What do you mean, nothing? What did he say to you?" Josh asked, his German accent slightly there. I swallowed my bite, narrowing my eyes at him.

"He was chatting shit like always. But I told the fucker if he tries getting on my nerves one last time, I won't hesitate to whoop his ass like I did two years ago." I plainly told them, smirking as I remembered the fear flash across his eyes.

He might go and act like a big man around here, but I knew he was afraid of me. He hated me for a reason I didn't know of. On my very first day in the prison, he tried to swing at me. I didn't fight back, because I was wimp. I had no muscle, no strength. So from that, he thought he could fuck with me and boss me around.

I allowed him to, for nearly five years - until I had enough of him. I beat the shit out of him and ever since then, I've noticed the lingering fear inside him for me. He just would never admit it.

"Oh God, I remember that day." Josh laughed, Robert joining in.

"You grew up that day, boy. You put him in his place." He grinned, making me return it. Both of them shared the similar hatred towards Mark, only because he treated the elders around here like shit. He was a simple, skin-head, prick.

"I did." I simply said, smiling lightly. The three of us talked a little more, before a bell rang, indicating it was their turn to return back to work. A few more prisoners stepped inside and headed over to the lunch line. The cafeteria was slowly beginning to clear up as people went to finish for the day.

A low sigh left my lips as I hurriedly ate the last of the custard, my stomach hungry for more. A few more minutes passed and another bell rang, this time, for me. I emptied my tray, before placing it beside the other dirty dishes.

As I walked towards the office I was ordered to be, I passed Daniel.

"Sup, man." He came over with a small grin. I returned it, shaking hands with him.

"You good?" I asked. He nodded, shoving his hands inside his pockets.

"What about you? What's your final job for the day?" He questioned.

"Therapy session for an hour and then two hours of laundry." I licked my lips. He lowly whistled.

"Have fun with that." He sarcastically said, making me roll my eyes. Our conversation was cut short when the Marco appeared. He held a bored expression, glaring at me with those brown eyes of his.

"No interacting with the inmates, Daniel. When will you ever learn to do your job properly?" He snickered, reaching forward to grip onto my arm as if I was to run away. I didn't flinch or tense like how he wanted me to react. I could barely feel it after all the muscle I had grown.

Daniel muttered something under his breath, glaring at Marco.

"Let's go, Inmate." He then tugged on my arm and began leading me to her. We arrived outside her office, my jaw clenched from trying not to lash out on him. He was pinching my arm now. He was just begging for a reaction.

We paused, his grip on me loosening for a second as he knocked.

"Come in," A soft voice sounded in my ears. His grip tightened again as he turned the door open and stepped inside, practically dragging me inside. I grounded my teeth together. He let go of my arm, glancing across the room briefly, before exiting. He didn't forget to send me a glare.

I let out a sharp breath when I heard the door close. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to calm myself down.

You're okay, Sam...

Don't go after him...

Don't break his neck...

Don't give him what he wants.

"Sam." The sudden soft voice echoed in my ears. My eyes snapped open and I turned to face her. It was weird, I felt my heart drum a little faster when she came into view. Glasses sat on the the edge of her nose, making her constantly push them up. Her curly brown hair, sitting over her shoulders. And those fucking blue eyes of hers were on me.

"Belle," I rasped, my eyes unable to look away. I noticed the blush which painted onto her cheeks, something I had noticed she done a lot. I inwardly smirked. I had an effect on her. She'd always blush and shift on her chair around me.

"Take a seat." She said, clearing her throat. I kept silent, my eyes on her as I sat across from her. She was even more angelic up close. Plump lips, perfect portioned out face...and her body. I shook off my thoughts, not wanting to think of her in that way.

She was my therapist.

"How are you feeling today?" She softly asked, glancing up at me with those blue orbs. I licked my lips, leaning back in my chair.

"Fine." I replied, in a mono-tone. I had gotten so used to hearing this question.

"What about you?" I lowly asked. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise before she nodded her head.

"I-I'm good," Stuttering slightly. I watched in fascination, my eyes taking in the most innocent creature I had ever seen.

Although, I felt as if there was something more to her...

"How are you feeling about coming into therapy today?" She questioned, pushing her glasses up. I felt my heart tick. I secretly loved it when she done that.

"I don't know." I shrugged. A glint danced across her eyes and a shy smile grew onto her lips.

"Well, I'm hoping I can change how you feel..." She trailed off, searching through her drawers for something. My brows narrowed slightly in confusion and curiously.

"Oh yeah...how are you going to do that?" I asked. She glanced up at me, a smile on her lips as well as a blush on her cheeks.

"Cookies!" She chirped. My mouth watered at the packet of baker cooked cookies in her hand. Triple chocolate chip cookies.

"For every session, I'll give you one...but don't tell anyone or I'll have to stop." She giggled, opening the packet and taking one out. I watched with narrowed eyes, hesitantly taking the cookie from her soft hand. She smiled and nodded her head over to the cookie.

Fuck it, I thought as I took a bite.

"That's good." I got out, swallowing down my first bite. She grinned at me, her blue eyes softening. And as the session went by, I found myself growing more and more intrigued with this creature. Soft, innocent, friendly, kind and selfless. The same question was growing in my mind.

What was someone precious like her doing here?

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Hey guys! I am so sorry if you found this chapter boring, I was just giving you a little view of Sam's Pov and how he is as a person and what he thinks. So, what did you guys think? I have a load of ideas for this story, but I just need to plan them out. Up till now, I've just been drafting ideas.