The tears continued to roll down my face, unable to hold them in. I believe I hadn't stopped crying since the very second they had taken Sam away. Disgust, shame, and complete ignorance playing on their face.

"Take him to Isolation."

Mr Joan's had uttered, staring at me with stern eyes. I had hesitantly let go of Sam and tried my hardest not to break down in-front of him. Instead, I weakly held a stare with him, watching as Marco strode forward and tugged his arms behind his back, not hesitating to follow his boss's orders.

The emotions I felt that moment were too intense and too strong to put into words. A single tear slipped down my face, my lips quivering into a frown. It had been three hours since I had last saw him. Yet, it felt like three years.

I was worried for him.

Last time I managed to sneak out and see how Sam was in 'isolation' (their punishment in other words) my heart was close to breaking. Seeing his figure, shiver, zoning off into space.

Slowly, he'd begin to lose help.

A tear left my eye as I realized how wrong this all was for him. I felt guilty, stupid and as if it were all my fault. I swallowed a sob, a tugging feeling occurring to my heart. When it all suddenly felt perfect, it just had to mess up. Just, somehow.

I pursed my lips, as I dried a tear, my mind thinking off to the day I first stepped inside here. Ever since that very day - nothing has went right. The only source of happiness I managed to find, was from Sam and Daniel.

And that made me realize... Was I really cut out to be a nurse? Or I was ignoring the fact I wasn't and only continued working as one because of them?

My stomach clenched as I thought it all over.

The only good thing that had come out if it all was finding my love, Sam...and creating a special friendship with Daniel.

That was it.

I enjoyed helping people. I liked being someone who was always there to talk to anyone about their problems and somehow advice them back onto a better path. Or simply to try and help their minds become a better, healthy place.

However, as much as I enjoyed doing that - I wasn't cut out for my surroundings. I wouldn't be able to live in an all male's prison, especially with all these obstacles being thrown my place. And now that Sam and I's, secret had been exposed - they would do anything to stop us from contacting one another.

They could even move him to another prison...and possibly fire me.

A low breath left my lips as my heart tugged in sadness and pain.

There would only be one right thing to do in this situation.

The sudden sound of my phone beeping, caught my attention. I wiped my teary eyes, glancing down at my iPhone. Clearing my throat, I picked it up, seeing I had received a text message. It was from James.

However, before I could open it, the sound of the door opening caught my attention. Daniel stood by my room door, looking at me with a sympathetic expression.

"Is he okay?" The words flew from my lips. He sighed, shaking his head as the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

"You're seriously funny, Belle." He softly chuckled, stepping further into the room, bringing along a first aid box. My brows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what was amusing about our situation.

"You're the one who's injured, yet you ask about him. He's fine, well, I think. I haven't seen him yet." He playfully rolled his eyes, grinning as he sat down beside me. I frowned, glancing down at my hand. The blood had dried up and I couldn't believe I had forgotten so soon about it. Although the pain was still faintly tingling, I was too busy worrying for Sam.

I sighed, sadly glancing up at Daniel.

"I love him, Dan. I can't help but worry for him." I softly said, not hesitating to speak the words which were plastered to my heart. The corner of his lips curved upwards and a glint waved across his green eyes, narrowing slightly at me.

"You really do, huh?" He asked. I firmly nodded.

"With all my heart." I choked out, my voice cracking. He sighed, smiling at me with sympathy.

"Well then, if you love him, somehow, I'm sure everything will be fine. In the end, that is." He reassuringly told me. I frowned at him, hesitatingly handing him my hand he was waiting for. He immediately began to tend my wound, being careful with it.

"How can you be so sure?" I heard myself ask, watching him rub anti-bacterial against my cut. I whimpered quietly.

That burned like a bitch.

"I'm not sure, B. But I believe that people who do good, eventually get a happy ending. And sorry about that." He muttered, finishing up with dabbing the stinging liquid to my cut.

"It's fine. And...I hope you're right about that." I whispered, feeling my throat churn.

"W-Where are they keeping him?" I all so quietly asked. He lowly sighed, rolling out a white plaster over my hand.

"The same room. The decision about...you and uh, him being caught is still being discussed. For the time being, he'll stay in there." He told me, sympathy playing in his words. I felt a crack go off in my heart.

"What kind of decision?" I fearfully asked.

"Well, I'm not sure on that. One, I think they'll try keep him away from you, like a distance. Or two, they'll...uh, they'll move him to another prison. That's what I heard them briefly say." He sadly explained.

My heart dropped. Partly of what I had assumed was true.

"W-Why won't they fire me? W-Why won't I face any consequences?" I heard myself ask. He frowned, cutting off the bandage his was wrapping around the palm of my hand.

"It's all up to Joan's. And from what I've seen, he's taken a...a liking towards you. I wasn't surprised to hear that nothing would happen to you." He shrugged, tying the bandage. My heart drummed as I stared at Daniel with watery eyes.

"T-They can't do that, Daniel. I love him." I stuttered, feeling a part of my break. He sadly glanced up at me.

"I know you do, Belle. But I have no say in this. If I did, I would have it much different." He huffed, looking a little angry on my behalf. After all, Sam and him were friends.

And I realized that moment, I couldn't be that selfish. I loved Sam, and because of that I was going to do what I anyone would do. He had friends here, people he cared for him - I couldn't be the reason behind to as why he left.

"D-Daniel..." I trailed off. He hummed, finishing up with tying the knot. I heard him curse a little when it wasn't working with him.

"I...I think it's time for me to resign." I uttered, quietly. A loud crash of silence floated into the air. He froze, suddenly forgetting about the knot he was tying and instead, glanced at me with narrowed eyes.

"What?" He asked, confused and still in shock. Gulping, I darted my eyes towards my bandaged hand.

"I have to quit this job, Daniel. I won't let Sam move from here - I can't." I whispered, shaking my head, feeling tears prick my eyes.

"But Belle..." He trailed off, sighing.

"Please understand what I'm saying." I cried. He frowned, finally tying the damn knot.

"Thank you," I cleared my throat, referring to the hand he so thoughtfully bandaged for me.

"You're welcome, B. But do you really want to resign? Do you think that's the best thing to do?" He asked. I nodded my head in response.

"If it means Sam stays, I'll do it. Plus, if he's removed from here, I don't think I'll be able to live with myself, knowing that the man I love is elsewhere... And because of me." I wiped a tear which had managed to slip itself out.

Another tense silence washed into the air. I silently sobbed to myself, unable to hold it all in.

"Come here, Belle." Daniel softly wrapped his arms around me, reminding me of how a big brother would comfort his sister. I weakly smiled, wrapping my arms around him and crying into his chest.

I entered this prison in hopes to start a new life. To get away from the lifeless one I was living outside. I had nothing left for me. I almost had no purpose in living. That was until I met Sam Blake.

That's when I realized my true purpose.

It was loving him.

"I'll do it for him, Dan." I heard myself say as he softly rubbed my back.

I'd do anything for him.

In all my seven years of prison, they had never went this far. They had never made me strip down to just my sweats, while they tied me up. They had never laid a hard hand on me. They had never whipped me - made me bleed. They had never went this fair.

Up until now.

I sat in the cold room, trying my hardest not to scream from the unbearable pain emitting from my body. Open wounds, cuts, slashes; all caused by two belts, and two assholes who had the pleasure whipping them across my body.

"You want to fuck a nurse, huh?" He screamed in my face, bits of his disgusting saliva flying in my face.

"I'll make you scream, alright." He yelled, and that's when painful groan sounded for me. He didn't hesitate to connect the belt with my body.

"You touched what's not yours. You're going to pay for it. You're gonna cry, Blake."

I flinched as I thought back to the memory. I just wanted it out of my mind. Closing my eyes tightly, I inhaled a sharp breath. I pushed my thoughts to aside and stuffed my hands inside my hoodie pocket. They poked my bruised hips a little, but I paid the pain no attention.

While I was a fucking mess, I should have been concerned about myself. But after what had happened to me - I was going sick thinking about what they could possibly be doing my precious Belle.

My hands curled into fists. If they dare lay one single hand on her - I'd kill them. I'm not a murderer, but I wouldn't hesitate to become one if it meant saving my Belle.

My lips twitched into a sad smile as I thought about the precious woman I called mine. Her cute little nose, her bright blue orbs - which reminded me of my mother. As well as her selfless personality, attracting me further than her tender breast and wonderland like body.

A small tear slipped out of my eye.

Right now, my fate was being decided. Now they knew of her and I, they'd do anything to keep us apart. And there was one person strictly behind that reasoning,

Mr fucking Joan's.

My jaw clenched.

He took no time to hesitate, instructing his ass-sucking guards to bruise me deadly. He enjoyed watching me get tortured and felt no remorse at all. He did this all, because he thought he had a chance with Belle.

Truly deluded he was.

To find out I was the one really with Belle, it angered him greatly. He let them abuse me, beat me with their whips - all whilst he watched.

I wanted him dead.

But who am I kidding? Me in this health and position, I wouldn't be able to do shit.

I was doomed for - I had nothing. I was nothing.

No - I wouldn't think like that. It would break Belle's heart to know I was thinking so lowly of myself.

Inhaling a deep breath, I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall. For numerous amount of silent seconds, I tried to keep myself sane.

The sudden sound of the door opening caught my attention. What I had hoped to be my precious Belle, happened to Daniel. He sadly looked over me, holding a tray of food in his hand. I glanced away from him.

"How are you?" He softly asked. Ignoring the pain, I shrugged.

"How is she?" I questioned in exchange. The corner of his lips twitched.

"Damn, you both are exactly alike. You're meant to be." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You checked on her? Is her hand okay?" I tried to sit up, which only caused me to wince. Daniel noticed, his brows furrowing in concern and confusion.

"What happened?" He asked, rushing over to my side. I shook my head, grimacing from the pain on my left shoulder. They got me good there, an open cut which was bleeding like a waterfall before.

"What the fuck happened to your hands?" He yelled, making me glance down at them. There were faint whip slashes on them, making me clench my jaw. The air fell silent and I inhaled a deep breath, building up the courage to speak the truth.

"They whipped me." I flatly uttered. I felt his eyes on me, most likely staring at me with sympathy and shock.

"That's...that's fucked up, man. I-I'm sorry," He whispered. I nodded, staring down at my hands.

"Is she okay?" I heard myself ask after a few seconds of silence. I glanced up at him, awaiting his reaction. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head. My heart tugged.

"Look after her, please. And...don't let her worry about me. I don't need - want, that for her." I told him. He nodded, standing up from his squatting position.

"I'm sorry they did this to you. It's so fucked up," He shook his head, walking towards the door. I weakly smiled at him.

"Don't worry about it, Bro. Just...Just take care of her." I choked out. He sadly stared at me, muttering a 'I will', before closing the door. The second he left, I glanced down at the food beside me, not hesitating to chuck it against the wall.

And I prayed for the most important thing in my life that night.

It wasn't food, nor was it water.

It was simply what I loved.

It was my Belle.

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Hey guys! Thoughts on the chapter? What do you think will happen? Only two chapters left, plus an epilogue.