A/N: Hello dear readers! This is my very first fic in this fandom. I've had quite some experience in other fandoms but finding your way with new characters is always a challenge. I was heartbroken by the end of season three and I've got loads of stories going on in my mind right now that will give me some sort of satisfaction. But for now, I'll start with a post-finale fic. My goal is to write multiple chapters and see where the story takes me. I hope you'll enjoy.
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me. If they did, well, let's not get into that too much. A big shout out of thanks to Jenji for creating such beautiful in depth characters.
PROLOGUE
She was right. She had known she was right up from the very first moment she had set foot back in Litchfield. Hell she had known from the moment she testified against Him that she had put herself at risk. She had known she was taking a chance by doing that but she also knew he had to be stopped.
Because even though she herself had had a fair amount of time to do behind bars, Piper would be out in the world and up for grabs in a relatively short time. Having His cartel exposed when she went down and took all those people with her… she knew that He would be holding a grudge and she knew that He knew how to get back at her. He would go after those that she loved. The only one that she loved. Piper. So she had had to try and stop Him.
Him.
His.
He.
Him.
It was almost like talking about Him was talking about God. Not that she ever saw Him as God – more as the devil himself – but He was almost as untouchable and omnipotent as the real Him, or so He'd like to think.
Kubra. His name was Kubra. She would no longer give him the satisfaction of not naming him. She wouldn't let him know she feared him that much, although she knew that he knew his power to overwhelm, to terrify, to send his victims over the edge with sublime fear.
Aydin was standing in front of her. A mere few feet away. And in that moment she realised that she had been right all along. There had been no escaping him. She had just sought in the wrong places. She should have known that there would always be the element of surprise. He had succeeded. But in that moment she had no real fear. Just the soothing calm of ultimate surrender. She just didn't care that much anymore. The things she had fought for, she had lost. She had realised so only a few days ago. Although she loved Piper more than even her own life – she was sure of that now, in this instance – there had been no real retribution. There was no doubt in her mind that Piper needed her, had needed her from the moment they had met. There was no doubt that Piper had cared about her a lot. But it hadn't been the deep heart-tugging love that she herself had felt from the moment that Piper had won her over.
That she still felt now.
"So he sent you to do it?" she heard herself asking, "I should have known that he would sent someone close to him."
"Of course he sent me. He trusts me."
She let out a humourless laugh. "Trusts you? He doesn't trust anyone. Only himself."
Aydin sent her a menacing glare. "He trusts me."
"Right," she smirked, "well, how were you planning to do it. Choke me with the pepper spray? Stab me with a broken rake? If you search this place you will probably find one or two shanks. Need a hand?" She sounded so much braver than she felt.
This was it then. This would be the end to her pathetic excuse for a life. At least she had travelled, seen the world, neglect the circumstances. At least she had outgrown the poverty that had been her youth. Thanks to her father. Or well… At least she had known what it was to love and be loved. Once, just that once. Piper. She would have given it all to have gotten to have known her in a different time and place, a different setting. Although then maybe – no, probably – she wouldn't have gotten to know her at all. She wouldn't have appealed to her as much as she had being the strong one, the mysterious one, the hot one.
She had tricked Piper into falling in love with a woman that wasn't real, had never been real. Once she had shown her true colours, her fears, she had lost her.
All of these thoughts chased each other through her mind in a matter of seconds.
She held his gaze for this time and gently squared her shoulders. Let's get this over with. Make the pain go away. She had nothing to lose anymore. She had lost it all.
"I'm not going to kill you."
Words that should have somehow felt comforting had the exact opposite effect. Not going to kill me? Why?
The answer came shortly.
"You're going to live. Under my watch. And you can't go anywhere. I'm going to watch you and everything you do. Like a hawk. I'll know anything you do and everyone you do it with. Nothing will go by me. I'll know your visitations, I'll know how you'll do your job, I'll know what you have for dinner, I'll know which of these women around here mean anything to you, I'll write you up and put you in solitary whenever I feel like it. And you will slowly go insane with the thought of impending death until you will beg me to put an end to it." His gaze was dark. Dark and crazy. And bizarrely calm. "And the thing is Alex, that there is nothing you can do about it. Because you're an inmate and no one would believe you."
She gasped as the gravity of the situation dawned on her. She would be singled out. By him. He would know everything there was to know about her and use that information against her. Probably not just against her. Kubra knew she was here and he also knew who was inside here with her. Piper. God damnit Piper.
"Ah yes," he sighed, "I see that you have come to the right conclusion. You're not safe. She's not safe. None of them are safe and I'd better not catch you trying to warn them because like you said; if I search this place I'd probably find enough shanks to take all of those bitches away from you. One by one. Until you're the last one left, Alex."
He turned on his heels and walked back to the door. "I'll know when you've told anyone. Snitch." And with that, he was gone.
