Becoming a prison guard is tough. But when you're the only female in a workplace of thirty male guards, with a very attractive boss, and one inmate you can't help but be intrigued by, things become a lot more difficult.
Harry Styles This wasn't good. It really wasn't good. We had been left in a small dark basement. With a single bottle of water. I looked over at Florence who was tied to a separate pole to me. She was shaking and her eyes were glassy. "Flo, Florence listen to me. We're going to be fine" I said and she nodded. "They teach you about things like this in training. Th-they say to just keep calm and help will be on the way soon. And I text Sam" she said. "See. See we'll be ok." I soothed. "I'm scared Harry. I'm really fucking scared" she said her lips quivering. "I know. I know. But look at me. We're fine. We're getting out of this together. Think about something else" I smiled and she took a few deep breaths. "Why us?" She said trying to maintain an unwavering expression. "I'll tell you why you" a separate voice said and I looked behind Florence to see a door open and the same middle aged man stood in the door way. "Let is Go you fucking psycho" I spat and as soon as the words fell from my mouth he held a gun up to her head. "No! No. I'm sorry" I said and he smirked. "Each time either of you disrespect me, the other one pays for it" he threatened and I saw Florence nodding. "Now. I'll continue. Mr Styles this is all about you" he laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"You see. I have a daughter. She's eighteen. She loves you. Worships you even. As soon as I had enough information from inside your prison I set this whole thing up. I talked to that naive Andrews kid, found out you would be collecting them and I saw my opportunity" he explained walking around the room. "I want the best for my daughter Harry. I want to give her what she's always wanted." "And what's that?" I asked, but I already knew what was coming. "She's always talking about marrying you one day. And I'm going to make that happen for her" he grinned and I scoffed. "You really think I'm going to fucking marry some girl. A child of a psychopath" I said but I immediately regretted it.
He span quickly on his heels and turned to Florence. Her eyes went wide and she tried to shuffle away. "No no no I'm sorry!" I said but it was too late. I had already spoken. He quickly jammed a small knife into her thigh and she let off a piercing scream. "No!" I screamed and she grunted and groaned. "Don't look at it! Look at me! I'm so sorry Flo I'm so sorry" I cried but she shook her head. "I'm fine" "You won't be with a bullet in your head" the man laughed and she went pale. "Please, this has nothing to do with her. Just let her go." I said but he shook his head quickly. "Can't do that" he smiled sickeningly. "Your girlfriend is in this with you now" "Please don't hurt her. Please" I cried and he folded his arms. "And why shouldn't I?" He smirked and I stared straight at Florence who, despite having a knife in her leg, kept her tears in and kept stern faced. She clenched her fist and a tear rolled down my face. "Give me a reason" he said and I sighed. "I love her" I whispered and he shrugged. "Didn't hear anything" "I love her!" I said louder. "That makes things even more interesting" he chuckled. "What do you mean?" "It means he's going to use me against you" she said, her head falling. "Smart girl. Do you love him back?" He asked and she looked coldly at me. "No" she said quickly. "That's fine. We can still use you" he chuckled.
I was confused at why she said she didn't. I thought we felt it for each other. Obviously not. He walked out slowly and left us alone again. "Why don't you take the knife out?" I asked her. "If I take it out I'm more likely to bleed more if I leave it in there's no big hole for the blood to come out of" she breathed closing her eyes. "Florence?" "What" "I'm sorry. I am." I said and she nodded. "Why didn't you say you love me?" "Because I don't" She said but I furrowed my brows. "Seriously. I love you Florence. We've been through so much for me to not love you" I said and she shook her head. "I do!" "You love me and look at where it's going to get us! Love causes pain Harry and it's probably what's going to get me killed" she said sternly. "Do you love me?" "No" "Tell me the truth. Do you love me? At all? Even a little bit? " "Yes" She mouthed slowly. "Why not say It?!" I whispered harshly. "Because I'm saving your fucking life!" She whispered harshly back. "If I say I love you he'll go mental. I knew that he was going to ask if we were together or if we loved each other because then they know how to hurt you and break you down" she explained and I closed my eyes. She was saving me. By telling him she didn't love me, she was saving me from any pain. "I'm so sorry Florence. This is all my fault" I said. "Remember what you said. We're getting out of here. What's the time?" She asked. "There's no clock" I panicked looking round the room. "Above the door Harry" she said completely calm. "Erm it's five" I said trying to slow my breathing. "Ok. That means we've been here two hours. I text Sam saying if we're not back in an hour to send out a search" she said calmly. "It's been two hours. They would have been here by now. We're going to die" I said and she scoffed. "Pull yourself the fuck together Harry. I'm not letting you die" she said and I nodded. "Now, is there anyway you can reach the knot on the rope?" "No. No I can't reach it" "That's ok. It's ok" she said and I could see her arms moving and shuffling about.
"I'm glad to see you're not trying to get out anymore" the man laughed walking back into our room. It was now midnight. Sam wasn't here. No one was here. Florence was almost asleep. I was so dehydrated. "You get some sleep now Harry. You meet your future wife tomorrow."
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