Contingency {M.Scofield}

4 ~ First Tier Time

(Warning: There's a bit of a sensitive scene in this chapter)

Sienna

I sat in my cell reading an old beaten up copy of the Alcoholics Anonymous book that I'd been given at the alcoholics meetings I have to go to here. I have to admit, it's quite a good book once you get into it. I was trying to block out the loud conversations of the inmates during tier time and this book was the only way to do it. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the white sheet covering my cell door move to the side and I instantly looked up. I was met by a skinny man with beady eyes and a goatee followed by a younger looking man who clung to the pocket of the first man. I shut my book and scooted to the edge of my bunk so that my feet now touched the ground. 

"Hey there, pretty," I cringed at the name and started to feel a really bad vibe from this guy.

"What do you want?" I said, now standing up so that I stood on the same level as the two men now standing in my cell. 

"Well, I just wanted to introduce myself to the prettiest thang' to ever step foot in this place. My name's Theodore, but I'd prefer it if you called me T-Bag." He smiled at me before stepping closer, dragging his buddy with him.

"Then why tell me your name is Theodore in the first place?" I crossed my arms over my chest trying to show that this situation wasn't frightening me in the slightest, although I was feeling the exact opposite.

"Formalities, pretty. Wanna' tell me your name?" He nodded his head slightly as he licked his lips.

"Sienna." I said whilst taking a back further away from him.

"Pretty name for a very beautiful woman." He said before licking his lips again. He stepped closer to me and pushed the younger man away from him slightly. He pointed the now unoccupied pocket towards me.

"Now pretty, this ain't such a nice place for a lady like yourself. But I can keep you safe, all you gotta' do is take a hold of this here pocket and you will have nothing else to worry about." I glared at him and couldn't help but feel pure disgust towards this man.

"I'm gonna' have to say no, I think I'll be just fine without it." T-Bag scoffed slightly before smiling at me sickeningly. Before I could move away from him anymore he gripped on to my arm tightly and pulled me against him.

"Trust me, pretty." He whispered harshly into my ear. "You're gonna' need me in here and I feel like I'm really gonna' enjoy your company." I felt a tear fall down my cheek and I began to shake as I felt him lay kisses down my neck.

"Stop, please," I whimpered.

"Don't worry pretty, I can take real good care of you in here if you let me." His hands began to wonder underneath my jumper. I tried to pull away from him but his hold on me just got tighter and tighter. Eventually I felt my back hit my bunk and I felt him kneel in front of me. T-Bag licked his lips once again before attacking my neck with more sloppy kisses. 

The tears now flowed freely down my cheeks as I writhed against him but he held my arms down with his hands and trapped my legs between his own tightly. I was screaming as loud as I could before he covered my lips with his own and I realised no one would hear me anyway as the cell block was still filled with the loud conversations between the other inmates. 

Suddenly, I felt the grip on my arms disappear and could no longer feel T-Bag pressed against me. I opened my eyes and jumped up and shuffled into the corner of my bunk. I looked forward and saw T-Bag being held against a wall by two men. One was shouting at him in what sounded like Spanish whilst the other had his forearm pressed against his throat. I quickly recognised the tattoos that littered the forearm and realised that one of my saviours was Michael.