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Sucre is the first to make me take my eyes off Ink.

He walks over with his arms crossed and a look of hatred on his face.

"That motherfucker thinks he's just going to get what he wants now that he helped us! He says we have to let him escape with us now"

I look over at T-bag and, sure enough, i see him sitting with his minions with a smirk plastered on his face.

"This is ridiculous, and after everything he said he would do to her" Ink mutters

"Emm, I'm right here" I say but the two just ignore my words as they continue to talk

"How about you let me talk to him?" I suggest

Their conversation comes to an immediate halt

"Talking to T-bag? Mamí do you have the flu?" Sucre asks. He places that back of his hand on my forehead and i swat it away

"I'm serious, if you let me talk to him, maybe he will change his mind about staying in PI. We can't take him out, Ink. You said it yourself- there isn't enough time for this many people to escape" I say

He looks at me.

I see no emotion on his face, from my month of sitting and watching and i can tell that this is his thinking face. He takes a minute- mere seconds- but he must have mapped out every possible outcome ten times over, Ink isn't one to be irrational, he is calculated and precise.

"Ok" He finally says as he crosses his arms

"Ok?" Sucre repeats, disbelieving what he is hearing "Papí, you can't be serious right now- he will try to eat her alive, we can't risk that...she's only just got here" He says, the ending of his sentence betraying how he feels so much for me.

I smile as i go up and wrap my arms around his middle.

"I didn't know you liked me so much" I say

"Like you? Mamí, you're my little princess, I don't have a daughter or a sister, but i know i can't let anyone hurt the princess" He says

I smile, a genuine smile, as i let go of him and turn back to Ink

"You have ten minutes" He says "I don't like this one bit. If he even so much as moves a step too close or a hair on your head gets harmed, I'm pulling you out of there" He says

I smile, i don't bother teasing him as i know how embarrassed he would actually get. I wouldn't class him as shy, but when it comes to feelings, i can tell his personal life is a completely different side of him.

I take a breath before i walk over to T-bag.

As i cross the pitch i watch as he stands up and pushes a few people off the bleachers he is sat on as he makes his way down. I find myself standing in front of him quicker than i hoped.

"Look at you, finally come to let me have you?" He asks

I give him a look, making it very clear that the idea repulses me

"AH, of cause not... you're with Fish now.... Or is it Sucre- maybe even both" He teases

"Don't talk about my Family"

I go to step towards him, unsure about what i would have accomplished, but it makes my thin tether very clear to him.

He whistles

"Getting you rilled up, now i didn't want to do that" He says with a laugh "It's just, you seemed pretty close to him back there, what do i have to do to get a hug like that?" He asks

My face contorts in disguise again

"But that's not why you're here, are you?" He says "What do you want, fish fucker?" He asks

I close my eyes for a minute, composing myself

"Why do you want to go with us so bad, you seem to have an alright life here" I say, trying not to give the plan away to everyone else sat watching our exchange

He laughs out loud as he looks at me "Why do you?" He reverses the questions "Seems to me that you've got enough special treatment in here to make a princess get jealous"

"Don't call me that!"

"Ohhhh, boys, it seems like I've hit a nerve" he taunts "Why? Your daddy used to call you it?" He says

I swallow. No, he didn't used to call me it, the complete opposite actually, but i always wished he had

"Did he used to call you that while he fucked you? You seem like a Dad fucker to me. Would explain your issues" He says

"No he didn't, but i bet you wish he did, pervert. Stay outta my business T-bag" I warn

"Is that why you're in here, is it something to do with your Daddy little lady?" He taunts again

I let out a breath, realising that I'm not going to get him to reconsider, he is just taking the opportunity to take the piss.

I turn around, preparing to walk away before he says the words that stop me still

"Look at her, walking away. It definitely has something to do with her Daddy, I wouldn't be surprised if she killed him and that's why she's in here? You a Daddy Fucker or a Daddy killer?"

My breathing starts to become short and laboured and i scrunch up my fits by my sides

"Oh, now this is interesting... Daddy killer" T-bag says "Daddy killer. Daddy killer!"

I turn and i launch my fist straight into his face.

His head moves to the side as the impact of my blow takes its hit.

He touches his lip as he looks back at me.

I stand, still heaving in breaths to try to calm myself

"I don't think Daddy would be happy about that, baby" He says with a laugh "Here he comes now"

I turn and for a second i get sucked into a memory, i see my Father rushing at me. Anger swells on his face and his hands drip with blood from already beating my Mothers lights out

"I'm gong to kill you!" He shouts

I screw my eyes closed as he.. rushes past me?

"Micheal, don't!" I hear Sucre shout and as i turn around i just about see the start of Michael's and T-bag's fight.

Sucre pulls me back as one of them gets thrown to the floor.

Sucre pulls me back as one of them gets thrown to the floor

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