The Jailbird | ✔️

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WARNING
I wrote this shit like when i was younger, so there's literally no point. Like... no plot. You're literally just going to read little moments that happen throughout this characters prison sentence, there ARE GOING TO BE PLOT HOLES. There are gonna be things that don't make sense. In this story i say one thing then the next chapter i say another. It might be a lil confusing but don't worry about it, it's not deep.

I am uneducated and don't have the time to educate myself on the corrupted jail system. I'm just writing how I see it.

ALSO!
Idk why, but I seem to change POVs a lot, so one chapter will be like Keegans POV, the other will be some random ass inmates POV, shit like that. idk if yall are into that, so just a caution.

Lots of sex, lots of triggers.

Rape
Drugs
Domestic Abuse
TOXIC ASS SHIT.

You might be like, Sin, why are you publishing this story if it isn't finished nor plotted? Well, tbh i reread my writings when i forget about them (every 5 months or so) and every time i read just this one story i always yell at myself for not finishing it. I want yall to do the same.

I have no intentions of finishing/fixing this story anytime soon.

With that being said- enjoy.
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"fuck..." i whisper to myself when i hear someone else entering the showers with me. I hide behind the privacy wall, hoping that whoever is in here with me, wouldn't come my way. The guy starts to whistle a malacious tune, his footsteps slowly and steady as he walks down the showering stalls. He's definitely coming my way.

I close my eyes and stand under the showerhead, letting the water splash harshly against my face. The foosteps stop in front of my stall, and the whistling stops. I turn around, and step back when the person starts to open the door. Screw this prison for not having any locks. "Russo..." I feel my whole body cower in fear, just looking at his full faced tattooed head. He is way taller than me, i was only 5'5 and he must be like 7 foot something, cause he is really tall. And he never smiles, nobody in prison smiles, but he gives me cold hard stares, even when he saves me from being raped by other crews in the prison.

His eyes shamelessly scan down my body, I hide my ass and face towards the wall. Please leave, please leave.

I lean my head against the wall when I hear his jumpsuit start to unzip. Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me.

I hear the door stall close, and then I hear his two steps, then I feel him behind me. Not touching me, but his aura is so fucking powerful I can feel it radiating. His heat, his anger.

Nobody knows why he is in here, but someone said he's been here for five years already.

I hold back the tears when he wraps his arms around my torso, bringing my body against his. His member pressed up against my ass and back. His hands go up and down my stomach to my chest, and his lips starts to kiss all around my neck. I go ahead and cry, the shower would hide them. He licks my skin, I could feel his saliva although the water immediately washes over it, soaking in my skin. My mind is slowly going and all I can think is - he's going to rape me. I've only been in here for three days, he is my cellmate, and he wants to rape me.

"P-please... stop..." I whisper, my teeth chattering at the water suddenly feels cold. He stops kissing my neck but he doesn't stop feeling up my body - and then he does. He steps back and I let out a breath.

"If you let me claim you, I will protect you throughout your sentence. If you don't, you will suffer the consequences." Of saying no? Fuck prison, fuck that person who had to die when I accidently ran him over because he jumped but his family doesn't think so. I let my hands shake, and my mind starts to go fuzzy all over again. Fuck fuck and fuck. "Give me your answer now, because I hate waiting for you." He says firmly, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"P-please..." I begin to sob, turning around and facing him. The water runs through my eyelashes but I blink away, just staring at him. Pleading him silently. Don't. Make. Me. Do. This.

I restrict myself from looking any lower than his head, I can't. His stone cold silver eyes, say nothing. He grabs my chin, bringing my face closer to his, and I'm forced to look into his dangerous eyes. My chin starts to hurt badly where he is grabbing.

"You will give me your answer tonight. Hurry up and shower because the others have heard your in here alone." He spits on my face, and then lets go of my chin, practically throwing me back.

I watch as he puts back on his jumpsuit, and then heading back towards the exit without another look. I turn around and wash his spit off of my face. He's my cellmate, of course he is.