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TW: groping and connotations of rape and SA

"MICHEAL!" I scream as my worst fear sets into motion

I'm trapped as the inmate tugs me towards him and starts to claw at my skin

"Get off you dick!" I scream at him and I manage to get in a good punch to his jaw.

But it's not enough as more men start to wangle their way into my cell as the door completely opens. I feel myself getting short of breath as the cell becomes tightly packed and people reach hands over me as they try to rip my uniform.

One man uses a piece of glass and cuts through my shoulder and my clothing.

I use as much force as I can to kick some of the men away and I rely heavily on the defences I learnt growing up in a bad area.

Suddenly I feel as if I can breath when two people push their way through the others.

They create a little distance between me and the men, but are forced to stand between us and it means they have to push themselves against me.

They stand with their backs to me as they attempt to fight off the others.

I know instantly who they are- one wears a guards uniform and one carries a thick accent.

"You ok, màmi?" Sucre asks

I nod as I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks subconsciously

"Where's Micheal?" I ask "I mean Ink- where is he?"

"He's a bit busy.... He's fine" Sucre says as he glances at the guard beside him, not wanting to give away too much

I nod, knowing that they can't see me from behind them in the corner we've been backed into.

The two men give each other worried looks as they realise how many people they will have to fight off, but to my surprise a voice calls out and most of them rush out of the cell.

"T-bag" Sucre says

He stands off me a little now that we have more room and he makes quick work of chucking the reminding few men out of the cell with black eyes and broken wrists.

The guard quickly moves the bunk beds back to their original place so that we have more space and sucre pulls the bars back over the cell- not that they can't be moved back, but to give me a bit of space.

I gasp for air as I fall back onto my desk chair

"You alright, Princess?" T-bag asks and it causes the others to jump up from their previously relieved positions

"What are you doing in here?" Sucre asks defensively as he realises that T-bag has worked his way inside while the others were working on closing the bars again- trapping himself inside with us.

"I don't know if you have short term memory loss but I just helped you out- I called most of my guys off her so you should be greatful" he says

"Why did you do that?" I ask

He looks over to me and licks his lips

"You can repay me later" he says

I cringe

"I needed to talk to you" he says as he walks to Sucre "I know about your little plan" he says "I want in or I sing for all to hear"

I continue sitting on the desk chair catching my breathe until I hear T-bags words

Quickly I stand as I move to exit the cells

"Where are you going? It's not safe out there" Hudson says

"I need to go next door- I'll be fine" I still as I slip out of the open bars

I slink past a few men fighting outside of the cell and I slip into the cell next door- to my horror I see that the sink is completely open and anyone can see what's going on.

I quickly push it too but it doesn't stop the others from seeing it.

"What's going on here?" T-bag says "I knew you guys were escaping"

I quickly give him a warning look as I glance at Hudson

T-bag notices him as well and suddenly tackles him onto Micheal and sucres bunk bed

"We have to kill him- he's seen too much, he knows the plan"

"You are not killing him- he's a good man!" I defend

"He's seen too much!" He protests

"He's not going to tell anyone!" I try

"I'm not going to tell anyone" Hudson tries

"You say that now but the second he gets back to those other pigs he will squeal" T-bag spits as he leans closer to Hudson's terrified face

I look between Hudson and the men trying to get into the cell again.

"Deal with him" I say as I point to Sucre

"What, where are you going?" Sucre asks me, panicked

"I'm going to try to find Ink, at least do something to get myself out of this fish bowl before they open the door again" I say

Sucre looks torn but ultimately he nods as I slip behind the sink as he works on putting a sheet up to cover the cell.

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"Ink!" I whisper shout- not being 100% sure that it's only us two behind the wall.

I walk along the space and I'm in awe of how many floors it seems to go down. How does ink know where to go?

As I keep walking, I notice the distinct noise level shift and I realise that I must have made it out of the cell block.

I look around one last time for Ink, before I sigh and take the nearest exit out.

I end up in a hallway as I crawl out of a vent.

I tumble to the floor with a thud.

Quickly I brush myself off but wince when I come to my shoulder.

I look around for something to wrap myself up with when I see someone I least expected to see

"Lincoln!" I say as I see him lying on the floor with bruises all over his face

"Lincoln wake up!" I call again but he doesn't move

"Shit"

"Shit"

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