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CHAPTERS “ 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 “

The northern jail was the most dangerous in the country, social scum, thousands of criminals were locked behind their bars. Who would tell poor Blair that he would end up there because of his father’s mistake. The problem was not the lack of hot water, but that inhuman obsession that many of the prisoners had for “new toys.” Rookies had two options; be submissive and abide by veterans’ orders or suffer the dangerous anger of those disturbed minds. It all started one night when Blair had the bad idea of going to shower alone.

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jungkookoffender au x (female: Blair). 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: smut.(later), offender au, fluff, angst. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 4.5 k 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔: +18 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: abuse, violence, painful memories, sadness, psychological abuse, dirty lenjuage. 𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: This story is one hundred percent mine. I am very excited to see how it arrives. Give a lot of love and enjoy !!

𝓥𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻𝔂: gongjunim❥princess.

The knot in my stomach parked any desire to put all kinds of food into my system. I didn’t even know what time it was, I just knew it was daylight because of the poor light that slipped through the cracks in the window.

Still lying on the uncomfortable surface of the mattress. Leaning his feet on the two metal bars at the end of the bed while rethinking everything that had happened the day before. My body lay inert under the sheets waiting for my companions to just change and go to the dining room for breakfast. But hunger was certainly something that didn’t fit my desire right now.

As if it were already a customary act to bang the bars of a cell with a baton, a guard made his presence when he opened the door. I joined the bed only to see me on his way through the room. Dallas looked sideways at the woman who yesterday gave me her support now called Solé moments after the guard sailed according to the results of her visual report.

“Correct cell count you can go to the showers.”

“How right?” You are blind? Dallas is missing here. And Julia? ”Dallas asked with a tone of concern about the little importance the guard had given her. The outrage hugged his flushed face when the man ignored his question and left there as if he had not heard anything.

“I saw her go out last night with a men.”

Comment under your breath. Then I started to put the sheets under the mattress. A hand grabbed my arm abruptly making me turn toward the guilty. Dallas had the surface of her eyes open and her breathing altered as she looked at me for explanations.

“What boy?”

“I do not know. I only saw that he had a heart on his wrist.”

Dallas looked at Sole immediately as if my poor description of the subject had been enough to identify him. He slowly released my arm leaving me completely confused. Why were they acting so scared now? Surely Dallas, Julia or whatever that girl was called would have stayed with her friend.

“Well, come to the showers.”

Dallas shot out of the room ignoring Sole’s words. The older one behaved too serenely as if her nerves had vanished in a matter of seconds. However, mine were certainly more than present.

“No, I’m not feeling well. I’m going to stay here.” I exhaled deeply in a sigh as I let my body fall soothingly against the newly ordered mattress.

“My love, this is the talent here nobody feels good.” I comment between sarcastic words. But as if my bad being had caused me to react, he turned and stared at me. “Be very careful with what you are saying out there.” It won’t be that you finish maid.

“What is a maid?” I asked, startled by the exaltation of seeing her face so close to mine. By inertia I slid backwards and took a safe distance. Something was in his eyes that indicated that this strange term for me would be the most horrifying thing in this place. And he did nothing but confirm my suspicions when I speak between certain words.

“A maid is a wretch who doesn’t pay a favor on time or who betrayed a powerful. If you ask for a favor, make sure that you will be able to pay as soon as possible. Yes?”

I nodded slowly so that he would understand that I would pay attention to him. My gesture made the relief reflect his wrinkled features. Then he got back up and left the cell. But in what kind of parallel world did these beings live? Inventing such fribolous motes to determine terms like that was undoubtedly something that left anyone with the creeps.

I ended up being forced to take a shower when the guard who had previously broken into our cell yelled at me with insinuating words that if I wanted to make myself cool I would go to isolation for two days. So, I have no choice but to go to the women’s room with a clear grimace of disgust.

Fortunately, the showers were separated from the bathrooms and the few inmates who had taken their time showering did not seem to notice my presence. Leaving the bag on top of a shelf, I took the towel carefully before walking to the first shower I saw empty. Luckily, this one was slightly farther than the others. When I finished I rolled up with the towel and walked again to where my things were with my head bowed so as not to look at the naked bodies of the other inmates. I took the polyester panties and put them on very carefully so that the towel did not fall to the floor, like this, with all the underwear.

“Please, Shanghai, please don’t.”

In the meantime, I heard a voice at the other end of the balco. I recognized the pale girl yesterday and the other two immediately. The pale girl was kneeling in front of the black-haired Asian while she was creaming her legs. When the pale girl raised her head to observe another inmate I could recognize that it had been the same as the vagina and tongue. I did not understand the situation very well until the Asian received a wad of bills.

“Please, please … Come on.” Braying with acted hipitos. Then, he shook his head so he will accept the tattooed’s hand.

“Come on, Casper, it’s not that bad.”

His dark-haired companion collapsed beside him as they both watched as the older one headed for the pale white complexion inside the bathroom cubicle. I frowned when I felt perfectly his macabre laugh. Can you know what was so funny? They have forced the poor girl to go inside with the other one in there and I can imagine what for. If I thought I had seen everything in this life, I couldn’t be more wrong. Was this what Solé had warned me about? Apparently yes.

Eating each and every one of the reasons why I had to face the Asian, I got out of there when I finished getting ready. I know it was wrong, fuck, of course I knew. But that girl seemed typical that if you messed with her you would regret it and I’m brave, but not to the point of becoming her personal slave. Judging the looks that the other dams cast towards the couple could be understood that the Asian was the one who controlled the order among the women. The natural selection that had been imposed in this prison was very simple; You better not attract attention or you will end up being everyone’s toy.

I still had the horrified look of the pale girl now nicknamed Casper, did they tell her that way because of her skin color? Probably yes. Another of the many things that I had realized in the short time I had been here was that most were not known by their real name but by a nickname or nickname. I guess it would be an arduous way to maintain anonymity but it was absurd if we consider that the guards called us by our first and last name.

The dining room was teeming with people.

While I was taking the tray I could see how this place was organized; the women ate on one side and the men on the other. There were guards in each corner and a garbage in the middle of the room. I walked to the line of people waiting in front of a counter. Two women carried dishes of some kind of class that, no matter how much they said it was food, was far from smelling and resembling one.

When it was my turn I stretched the tray towards the woman. And I must emphasize that I didn’t even recognize that it was that doughy and colorless dough that had been put on my plate.

“Excuse me, what is it?” I asked with some caution about the rancid grin that he directed towards me when I spoke. He picked up the ladle from the pot and used it to point at me with contempt.

“Caviar, don’t fuck you with the Barbie.”

Why does everyone call me that?

“Hey, you, rookie take away I’m hungry!”

They didn’t even give me time to get away because in less than two seconds an overweight woman pulled me away with her hip. I felt the area with some pain as I headed towards the table in the back. I know that my main priority should be not to attract attention and that turning away from the others was not a good way to go unnoticed but I refused to share a table with those women.

My isolation didn’t last too long because Solé stood in front of me.

“What’s the matter, girl?” The sweetness she released throughout her being was something I greatly appreciated. I set my fork aside and stood firmly straight in the chair.

“I heard that he died, Julia.” I said without preamble when reciting what I had hated from two dams in the showers. My sincerity took her by surprise. “What did he die of, Solé?”

“If it is not due to illness in prison, he dies only of two things; of suicide or murder. He messed with who shouldn’t and ended up badly.”

“With whom?” My cravings were faster than my prudence and I ended up asking what I didn’t owe.

Sole stopped eating immediately as if my foolishness had not been something I could dodge. I carefully look around to make sure that our conversation was not heard and then leaned forward.

“Shut up and eat.” I mutter the orders with some warning. He indicated my tray with his eyes and then returned to his food as if nothing had happened. In the short time I had known Solé I had realized that she is a sensible woman, of few words. However, his face is very expressive,

I can perfectly sense his seriousness when I look specifically at how the curve of his lips tilts down.

“Hey you rookie!” A deafening scream catches my attention to the other end of the dining room. I recognize the grumpy cook right away. “Your dessert.”

I frowned in total confusion until a small packet floated below the counter. With the intention of getting up to pick it up, I remain planted in the same place when I see it passed to a dam that was on the right. This turn to another and so on until you reach a very tall woman who does not hesitate to uncover the bric and pass it on to her tablemate. An arch threatens the beginning of my throat when that same woman spits in and then smiles at me maliciously. Close the lid and get to me by going through five more inmates. I do not even dare to lift the badly placed lid, I only have one thing clear and I do not plan to eat that.

From the base of my neck I begin to feel several tickles because I take many looks when I get up with the tray. It doesn’t change that observation on my way to the trash. However, when I thought things could not get worse for the umpteenth time in the day, the same guard as before appears and gets behind the garbage.

“Can you know what you do, London?”

I did not fully understand the roughness of his question until I saw that he was staring at my tray.

“Is it that they haven’t explained to you that you can’t leave anything?”

“I have eaten everything.” He replied with some indignation. Rebuzno slightly in a little soft sigh and I show how unhappy I find your stupid question. It doesn’t seem fair to tell me something like that when I have forced my own mouth to chew that rancid dough until there is no trace on the tray.

“So what the fuck are my eyes seeing?” —With the tip of your fingers, wrap the square brik and pick it up so you can see it. Remove the lid with some repulsion and pull it to the tray tightly. But I haven’t lowered my head at any time and it seems that my lack of submission makes him even more in a bad mood. “You’re going to eat this and then you’re going to apologize, little bitch.”

“No.”

Behind us, we can hear how surprised gasps escape from a couple of dams that observe the scene with great attention. My mother once taught me that people are owed an apology when you know beforehand that you have disrespected them. And when it is the other way around, you have two options to remain absolute to your poor education or to answer to learn manners. In my case, neither one nor the other because the Asian girl got between me and the big guy.

“Well, have … Let’s calm down, okay?”

“What the fuck are you doing, Akame? Go back to your site. “ I order immediately. He shook his head to run from the middle, but did not turn away. And I don’t know if I feel grateful or missed for her apparent hero role. A few hours ago I was being involved in a rape and now I was being saved? It just didn’t make sense.

"Connor …” I grumble between sporadic small laughs. “That they spit on the fucking Danone.”

Following that, the man looked inside the bowl. Shortly after, we were witnessing how he threw it in the trash between over-arched arches and grimaces.

“Why are you so piggy, fuck?” He shouted a shout that the entire dining room heard. Soon, the laughter of the guilty began to resonate and from there to the noise of screaming did not wait. Take advantage of the scandal to throw the tray and get out of that hell. Disrupt a little when a thin, pale arm wrapped around my neck. Still at the dining room doors, I lean my body forward and we begin to walk.

“What a cocoon.” He released a nasal laugh that landed directly to my ear because of its larger size. The chill did not wait and ended up being controlled by nerves when he finished his act with a deep sigh. The awkward silence was present and then I understood, did I want to thank you and for that your interference with my intimacy? Something was in his small serene smile that yelled at me that he expected something from me. What I didn’t know was the one, that is, I had nothing to offer.

“Yes.” I chose to follow him and let him drag me to the patio.

Between I closed my eyes because of the light intensity that the sun irritated. My retinas stinged the moment we crossed the extensive track. I covered my face with my hand and pursed my features. For a long time I did not breathe oxygen from outside. And I didn’t know how much I needed to inspire the pure oxygen in the air until it entered my nostrils and replaced the suffocating gases in there.

“It’s good to support each other. You know, in this world of men women must unite.” I comment with familiarity as I crawl into a corner for more privacy. He slid across his features a smile larger than the one before continuing with his feminist discourse. “That’s why I’ve done you the favor.”

Just a moment.

“What?” I picked up his arm quickly but careful not to be too sharp. Akame raised her eyebrows as she looked at my confused look. I recharge your body on the wall to have better access to my reaction. I blink slowly and far from looking like a lazy gesture, it seemed as if a very big warning would be burned on his forehead. “Favors are done when the other person asks you to.” I thank you for helping me but I don’t owe you anything.

Akame took off her back from the wall and sat up in front of me. Luckily, we were almost the same height and there was no bodily intimidation. Nor physical since his body mass was much lower than mine. It was all based on looks and fuck, his really scared.

“In the case, I’ve done it to you.” If it does not become for me right now you would be savoring the drool of a drug addict. So you do, you owe me a fucking favor, honey. ”He sank his finger into my shoulder, pulling me back slightly. Take a deep breath before stretching your neck. I don’t know if my posture caused grace in her or she just laughed at how stupid I was being to reveal myself so surely.” At nine.”

“Why should I do it?”

He advanced two steps toward me, however, he didn’t touch me, he just touched me with his arm. He glanced at the security cameras and then went through me with his dark pupils. Piercing my skin with those wicked orbs. Once I heard that the eyes were the mirror of the soul and if that saying was right, then I should have kept my mouth shut.

“Oh, honey, I’m afraid you have no choice.” He brought his mouth to my ear to whisper in such low sighs that chilling threat. His breath was the elixir that I needed so that my pores will begin to emit a cold sweat that froze my skin. He patted my shoulder before leaving me alone with the thought lost in the graffiti on the wall. Not even the swear words he had drawn through all the whiteness of the bricks could make him react in some way. But it didn’t seem fair. And he didn’t have to. And I did not know if that fear that ran through my conscience was given by what I had lived all these years. The constant memory of my mother drilled my temple producing a rather bitter aftertaste. I did not want to end up as my mother subjected to fear, controlled by the consequences of not following orders that however absurd they may seem were orders after all.

I didn’t know where I got this hidden courage that possessed all my actions. But I felt good, I felt strong and capable of doing anything. Consequently, I was on my way to the women’s bathroom to take a shower before bed. I needed to urgently take off that smell of dust left by work in the library. He had been sorting the volumes by numbers for three hours. As soon as I told Mrs. Dorottea how tired I was she gave me permission to cool down. I didn’t know exactly what time it was but it had to be past nine o'clock.

The darkness of the locker room was terribly macabre. Walk towards the shelves with some caution so as not to step on the objects that the dams left lying on the ground. I left the toilet bag on the white bench and then headed for the sink to wet my neck a little.

My fingers played with the jet of cold water when I opened the tap. A cramp ran down my arm as I introduced my hand further.

The satisfaction that caused me made me join a small smile.

“Do you have my job?” They asked from behind.

Consequently, my eyes traveled to the mirror meeting the reflection of Akame sitting on the bench. His black hair covered the sides of his face giving him a respectably fearful look. His eyes saw mine through the glass. His hand resting on his thigh as he pulled his arm out. I was waiting patiently for an answer from me, however, I did not answer. On the edge of the right end of the mirror I noticed a slight movement and then I noticed in the darkness of the bathroom three women who joined Akame when she got up.

“I’ve been busy in the library all afternoon.” I answered through a neutral tone as I faced the four women. I caught my lower lip accordingly to my nerves that soon collapsed my security. Gradually, the walls of my strong character deteriorated as his gaze swept my body calmly. And then, I answered: “So, no, I haven’t gone.”

“I see. I pout a pout with his mouth as he shook his head in a slow affirmation. Then I will have to show you what happens to the whores who don’t return favors.“

I stretched my back in reaction when one of the women dared to take a step toward my direction. Then another followed. It seemed more like a child’s play than warnings. However, the tallest of the three women stood out to a large extent for the macabre smile that roared through her square face in anticipation of what would come in a few moments. My eyes rumbled by three o'clock and when they finished in the high figure of the Asian, she raised her head and raised one of her eyebrows.

The door slam startled us all. Immediately, the four of us watched the culprit of the rumble. I squinted at the lack of clarity in that bathroom. The subject maintained his protected appearance among the great shadow of the corner of the showers. The only thing I could perceive among the few lights was its large size compared to us.

"Don’t get into this, asshole. Get out of here this does not go with you. “Akame shouted in a hysterical hustle. More than annoying to have been interrupted by that stranger. The Asian shook her head towards one of her friends so that she will approach him, consequently, the person leaves her shelter in the shadows. He raised his chin slightly when surprise controlled my emotions. A pair of dark and naughty orbs, my breath gets stuck in the throat once I completely admire the man’s appearance. From one moment to another, it relies on the cold shower tiles to level off in contrast to its great height. Involuntarily, my gaze wanders along its firm silhouette, recognizing every mark and border on its impeccable body. From the mole hidden under the line of his lip to the most visible that are shown at the base of his throat stained by a tattoo that continues beyond his white shirt. His bronzed and muscular arms also decorated by a couple of tattoos, I can not say more since I find myself short of words before such an image. “Thirteen? “Akame’s voice is lost between babbling, something that surprises me in a way. The situation had taken such an ironic turnaround. I didn’t know who that man was but without a doubt, his appearance made the Asian black-haired girl nervous. "Wow, the bully had become intimidated.” explanation run over. Then, I take a quick look causing attention to come back to me. “This rookie bitch owes me a favor, I was just about to charge it.”

“You are wrong.” He speaks firmly through a hoarse quixido. Between I open my lips when I listen deeply as the timbre of his voice shakes my little self-control. I notice the smooth skin of his lips glowing in the light as he separates them when he speaks, my eyes glide over a scar on his upper cheek that leads to my beats increasing considerably, because then I perceive his hair. Brown strands are ridiculously long. Ridiculously long enough to peel off the wall and stand erect before us, raising his arm to slide his fingers through the soft, curly strands that covered his vision. Repeat the process several times and watch with astonishment how your biceps tense and your nipples protrude from your white shirt because of the wet vapors of the bathroom. It’s a show, watch him pick up the loose ends of his wavy hair and secure them together above his head, expertly sliding his fingers. When the hair is released, I die instantly. It is no longer his presence that invokes my attention but the tattoo of the heart that decorates one side of his wrist. Is the. “He owes you nothing.” —It is barely a whisper what I hear, a hoarse and neutral vibrato that would stifle anyone. That’s it. This is he in his supreme form: the embodiment of desire.With the sexual appeal of Aphrodite and a man, this prisoner has the ability to conquer the fucking world and appear to be aware of it.

“What?” Asks the Asian lost in her deep gaze.

“That he owes you nothing.”

I observe how a small strand of hair falls to his forehead and tickles him, while I stir to calm the chill that runs through me without hardly noticing. I am not sure if time has slowed down or if I am dumb because in my life I have seen someone the same. He drives me crazy, putting his sarcastic smile at the moment he leans over Akame. The brunette forms a wrinkle in the upper area of her forehead, showing herself surprised at her state of serenity. At the moment, emphasizing his dark eyes, in which he dedicates a few seconds and looks at me, I witness how shame clutches my face and how my cheeks are suffocated by an anguishing burning.I swallow suddenly, without being aware that I have lost control of my body.

“Thirteen.” He pronounced the nickname carefully. Having the audacity to mask his nervousness with a sarcastic laugh. The man sat up looking much more intimidating since Akame and the rest of her friends had to raise their heads to look at him. “I understand your posture.” Really yes. And you know that I respect you as you also respect me. But this cannot be so, what will they say about Shanghai if there is a word that a rookie has teased her and has not suffered the consequences?

“Nothing. Because I’m sure you’re not going to open your stupid mouth.”

Akame parted her lips when she let out a sudden gasp. The look of the brunette was embedded in the highest with fixation. It seemed that he maintained a rough posture and was not affected by the presence of this Thirteen. But if you managed to pay attention to his body language you could appreciate how his fist was shaking with some instability when he clenched it emphatically. Hence, in less than what lasted a blink Akame decided to leave the bathrooms.

The chestnut twisted a smile of superiority before turning around.

The width of his back was to blame for my lack of sanity until he stopped. His muscles contracted after the tension in his shoulders when he moved them back in circles. Then, among a hoarse whisper I speak:

“Don’t give them to me now, gongjunim. Give them to me tomorrow.”

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