Surrender ~ Dorbyn

Chapter 1

Well I guess this is my new home, I thought to myself. This doesn't feel right, there's no privacy and I've always been an extremely private business man, I can't stand this. I'm sure within the first few days the guards will be abusing me. I've been locked away in one of the safest areas of the California State Prison Los Angeles County. I sat on the hard, damaged mattress that was only 2 inches thick and had a slab of cold concrete underneath. I put my head in my hands and began sobbing, I don't belong here, I don't know how this happened. My family refuse to see me, so I don't expect any visitors any time soon, the only times I'm allowed out of this cell is when I'm eating or in the gym. I want my old life back, I already miss it. The judges words keep repeating in my head, it's a nightmare. I had a huge project I was about to finish and earn millions for!

Soon it was time for my meeting with the warden. I was escorted out of my small cell, into a meeting room where there were only 2 chairs, one on either side of a metal table that was bolted to the floor. There was a one-way window on the left wall which had been scratched, clearly by some psychopath. There was no getting out of here, the only window was less than 6 inches wide and only an inch away from the roof. I sat on one of the metal chairs and waited less than 30 seconds before a guy dressed in a long sleeve, plain white button up shirt and some nice black suit pants. Finished with a black suit jacket and a black tie, why is this guy so boring? I looked up and saw his face, the jawline so sharp it could cut me, his eyes more piercing than a laser, the hair softer than the fluffiest bunny ever. Eventually he cleared his throat and sat on the chair opposite of me.

"Daniel Seavey"
"That's me, sir"
"Ultra-violent, hazardous, resistant, emotionally unstable"
"I guess..?"
"Bullshit"
"What?"
"I think it's all bullshit, you couldn't hurt a fly"
"Well then let me go"
"Court orders, I'm not allowed to"
"Okay then why did you call me here?"
"I need to make sure the appropriate arrangements are being made, business man right?"
"Yes, sir"
"Cut the sir shit, my name isn't sir, nor am I known by sir"
"Then what do you want to be called by?"
"Daffy Duck , of course not, what do you think I want to be called you imbecile? My name"
"I don't know your name"

He scoffed and my muscles tightened.

"Oh you were being serious"
"Yeah?"
"In that case just call me Cole, don't think it's my real name either"
"Okay then...Cole"

After 15 minutes sorting out arrangements for my cell and food, exercise, specialty schedule and more, I was pushed back into my cell and locked in. This is only my first day here. I had so much life ahead of me, so many opportunities and I could've had everything. I'm not enjoying this at all, I don't even know who this Cole person is, he's so mysterious, kind of hot if you ask me. This isn't fair, I had a fiancé, Jonah Marais, a house, a fluffy Pomeranian named Coco, and my own business corporation. I'll never stop thinking about everything I'm slowly going to lose, my life is going to become nothing! I really hope Jonah comes to visit me soon, he believes I didn't do it, because even he knew that I knew nobody by that name, he's also my proof that I was at home at the supposed time of the event, in fact I was having sex with Jonah. This is complete bullshit. I also have no clue what Cole meant by I wouldn't hurt a fly, that's confusing considered I've swatted plenty of flies.

During lunch, I was sat at a table with a few other prestigious people that were in the same prison as me. We were all eating the same mush that looked like baby food, thinking about babies could make me cry again, but I didn't because I've cried every single one of my tears. Jonah and I were going to adopt or get a surrogate to start a family together.

I get tapped on the shoulder and that's when I notice I'm playing with my food, I turn around and see Cole.

"Yes?"
"Come with me"
"Why?"
"Just do as you're fucking told, you're a prisoner now, one of mine"

I just nodded in shock and quickly stood up. He started to walk away, but I wasn't cuffed.

"Aren't you going to cuff me?"
"Ha, as if you could hurt me, I'd knock you on your fucking ass"

I felt offended but I guess he was kind of right, I followed him to his office again.