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Valerie groaned, laying down on the metal bed in the corner. Apparently they were moving her with another inmate, male apparently. She was praying it wasn't going to be some perv. But with her luck, she wasn't so sure. Deckard chuckled from inside his sell after hearing the news.
Knowing whatever guy they put her with, was going to be beat to a pulp when they tried something. "Stop laughing, you wanker." She sighed, leaning against the wall. He smiled and glanced at her distressed self, "Don't worry, darling. We'll be out of here in known-time." She huffed and glanced at the guards walking up to her cell.
"Don't worry, you aren't going far." The man said, opening the cell. "We'll see." She smirked and kicked him across the face, beginning to fight the other guards as Deckard watched, slightly impressed. That was until they tased her in the stomach, she screamed and kicked in out of their hands.
Running out of the cell, she was tackled to the metal ground by a man. She clutched her stomach and the injected a sedative into her, putting her to sleep instantly. Deckard watched as they picked her up and shockingly the began to open his cell. Throwing her in and closing it back up.
"Why the hell is she in here?!" They only ignored him and walked away. Deckard sighed and kneeled down, picking her up and gently placing her on the bed. He sat down on the bench, waiting for her to wake. After a few hours, she groaned and woke up, clutching her abdomen in slight pain.
"What the hell?" She said, once she noticed Deckard sleeping on the bench, snoring slightly. It reminded her of the times they spent together, when they'd get home late and immediately pass out. She scoffed, realizing they paired her with him.
She sat up, but hissed when she moved her stomach. Hearing a noise Deckard woke up, he smirked once her seen Valerie sitting up with a frown. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty." He smiled, she rolled her eyes and laid back down on the bed. "I'm in hell." She mumbled before closing her eyes again.
"If hell had a gorgeous woman like you in it, than I'd love it." She ignored the blush that wanted to creep up and turned her head to face him. "Thank you." She whispered, but it was still heard by him.
"For what?"
"For carrying me to the bed, and simply just caring." She smiled, and reached out her hand. "I'm not letting you sleep on that. Come on. I could use a nicer pillow." He smiled and walked over to the bed, laying down gently beside her. She turned over and laid her head on his chest, her arm draped over his torso and her legs tangled with his.
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It had been weeks followed by weeks, with Valerie and Deckard arguing twenty-four-seven. He would make snarky comments about her being locked up in a cell with her ex. And she would tease him about how he hasn't had sex in months.
