A/N: This chapter and a couple next to come contains sexuality. SPitfire47

Quickly scurrying around the corner, I spotted a small corner where I could examine the package in secret. I never through Weekwood to be someone who just handed out weaponry or perhaps he didn't just hand it out to anyone. Two hundred dollars is a lot especially in here, in a United States prison that is child's play.

Doubt he was being friendly.

Maybe he knows that something is going to happen.

He's a doctor I wouldn't doubt it.

What do I do?

Start by seeing what doc gave ya.

I obeyed my conscious (never thought I say that!) and unfolded the material.

It wasn't my saw toothed shank but instead a smooth kitchen knife about six inches long with a wooden handle that had very few scratches on it. The blade was in very good condition with only one long scratch running its length.

I felt the cloth in my hand running my fingers on it feeling it. It was long giving me an idea, I wrapped it around my waist. A perfect fit. I ran it through the loops of my trousers and tied it at the front. I slipped the blade between the homemade belt and my pants. A small smile formed, I felt like a total badass! My conscious even gave a half-hearted compliment. Quickly flipping my top over to hide the blade and I walked out.

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Numerous inmates watched me pass but none attacked probably knowing that I was armed or waiting forming a plan with their pals. I never let my guard down, never allowed my eyes to stay straight always looking this way and that letting the inmates know that I was on guard and that I was prepared. I turned the corner to see the hallway mainly empty except for a few inmates and one running towards me. Immediately I took a fighting stance but the inmate raised his hand showing that he was unarmed and had no intention on attacking me.

"Teddy," he said. That was all he needed to say, my eyes widened wondering what happened to Teddy. The way the inmate said it was like Teddy was on his death bed. I nodded my understanding and he led me down a series of hallways. I should have listened to my protesting conscious but after three years of obeying the predator, being in his control, having him control the strings – I had to.

Don't.

Go away.

It's a trap.

It always is.

Yet you are going.

Yes I am.

Why?

I belong.

That immediately silenced my conscious, it knew as well even though I only personally met it a couple months ago. I could never just walk away from Teddy's summoning, even if it was a trap I will kill anyone who performed it.

I know.

I gave a small shudder and continued to follow until my gut started to act up. I slowly down and the inmate sensed it.

"Come."

I shook my head, the walls were dustier than usual, and there was hardly any lighting except from the flashlight the inmate was carrying.

Red alert, red alert!

I turned back only to run into two other inmates both taller and a lot stronger than I was. I went for my knife but the inmate who led me down came up, wrapped an arm around my neck and kicked me in the back. I let out a cry of pain, feeling the blade scratch me as if was pulled out. Even though they probably didn't understand, at least they would understand my anger.

"Fuck you bastards!"

The inmate pushed me forward and the two inmates grabbed my arms and dragged me backwards while the same inmate who led me threw a bag over my head.

I was dragged down the hallway and then literally tossed into a room. Feeling my back collide with the hard coarse hard ground I gritted my teeth in pain as my palms scrapped the ground drawing blood. Still seeing stars someone grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. I continued to curse not caring who was hearing, whether they understood or not. The bag was wiped off my head and something was stuffed into my mouth making me gag. A hand held my head straight while my trousers were literally cut off. I could hear the scissors snip through the thin material. I felt like crying, the images of the torture Mahone's men had inflicted plagued my mind making me breath fast. I cried on the inside however letting the outsider version of myself remain still.

My shirt was cut off too, safe for my boxers I was completely naked. The heat slammed into my bare skin making it burn, making me feel like I was on fire. I nearly screamed but couldn't because of my gag. A finger trailed down my spine, teasing my skin and making my hairs stand on end. The other hand released my head and grabbed the base of my neck, pressing in just enough not to hurt me but hold me still. The hand continued down to my buttocks and I let out an involuntary moan making my body curve to the touch. I could feel the heat of another body and closed my eyes knowing what was to come.

"Relax Maytag, let me take care of you."

Before I could react to the very words he had said in a haunting whisper the night he came onto me. Teddy slammed in making my eyes go wide and scream into my gag of both lust and pain. He thrust again, this time I followed allowing no resistance, allowing my body to follow the moves, allowing myself to become what I was – what I really am. We continued to respond, one to one. Without warning Teddy stopped just as I was about to orgasm. I groaned my disproval and Teddy chuckled. He whipped me around and took my gag out allowing me to breathe properly, Teddy pressed his lips against mine kissing me passionately as well as demandingly making me respond. He re-entered me making me tilt my head back gasping again. I wrapped my arms around him holding tight as if he was the only thing that mattered in the world and at the moment he was. I felt tears trail down my cheeks but ignored them, right now all that mattered was Teddy. We continued to kiss, he grabbed my greasy long hair and I wrapped my fingers through his. He slowly trailed his hand down my scarred back, one of Teddy's fingers hit a scar and I gritted my teeth to keep me from cursing. Teddy didn't like his bitches saying curse words. He continued to push while pressing his fingertips into my back giving me a small massage. I let out another gasp this one filled with nothing but ecstasy, there was no room for pain. Finally he hit the g-spot and I let out another loud gasp as I finally had an orgasm.

He pushed himself off me giving me some space as I slunk to the ground in exhaustion. I ran my hand over my face getting rid of all the sweat and just trying to keep myself from falling asleep. Teddy sat down beside me wrapping one arm around my shoulder and with the other running it through my hair.

"You need a shower," he quipped.

I gave a small laugh then grew solemn, "Did you seriously have to go through all of that?"

Teddy pushed my head down forcing me against his chest.

"There are a lot of people out there who want to hurt you Maytag, I wanted privacy and I'm sure you do to from all your…unwanted attention."

"Hmm."

He stroked my hair making me relax, fall into him more. Teddy gave a small chuckle.

"What would happen if I die?" I asked suddenly.

I thought Teddy would be shocked that I would ask such a question, scowl me harshly and tell me never to speak of it again. Instead:

"I would kill them," his voice was low and haunting, "I would make them die a slow painful death, make them see who they angered, what type of person you are protected by."

I thought back to when I was stabbed at Fox River, was he able to find the man who actually killed me or did he still blame Michael? Speaking of Michael…

"I'm on the escape." The words flew out of my mouth, out of my control. Teddy sighed, again I thought he would chastise me but instead he said.

"Don't hit your head."