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2 months later from chapter 7...

My fingers curled around the thick white bars. I pressed my body up against them and growled at the man in front of me. He gave me an I'm-better-than-you-and-I'm-in-charge smirk as he waved the silver key in front of the bars. He unlocked the door and it opened with a slow creak. Like always, I held my arms out in front of me as he cuffed them before leading me out my cell.

Trying to escape was not how you survived in this place. Of course I had tried to escape- we all had, but no one ever succeeded. The jagged scar on my right brow along with the multiple bruises I had obtained during my adrenaline rushed attempts at escape were proof that no one who knew what was good for them would try and escape.

Mr I'm-better-than-you-and-I'm-in-charge led me to the exercise yard. I sat down on one of the green wooden benches and stared at the blue sky above me. Or at least as well as I could through the twisted metal wires that surrounded the yard, caging us in like animals.

"Belikov!"

I spun around to face the tattooed face of Derek Collins.

Derek was the type of man you didn't want as an enemy. He was the kind of man who could easily make 'accidents' happen in this place; Derek had many connections inside and outside of this hell-hole. The question is - what did he want with me?

"Collins." I nodded.

"Dimitri Belikov, I've heard a lot about you. I'm impressed to say the least." He paused and surveyed me thoughtfully before he continued. "I could use a man like you." His piercing green eyes bored into mine. It wasn't a suggestion- it was an order.

"Thank you, sir."

The loud clank of boots coming towards me were an indication that my time in the exercise yard was up. This was the closest I would come to freedom and I would go back inside bitter and empty with the longing for the so distant freedom.

Mr I'm-better-than-you-and-I'm-in-charge led me back inside and slammed the white bars shut. Another cage that they put us in.

My 'room' was convenient for them. It was 'Them' and 'Us' separated by their blue uniforms and our orange uniform. The room was small; the bed was too small for my height of 6'7". Aside from that, it housed a cold metal toilet and sink, with only a wooden shelf hammered into the wall for my 'home comforts'.

I ran my finger down the worn and creased spine of one of my western novels. It was ironic really. I had started reading them when I was younger because I wanted to be a cowboy, saving the innocent and defending them against the criminals… and now I was what I hated.

We were allowed one phone call a day, I would call my mother and sisters most of the time but today I needed to hear her voice. The voice that haunted my nightmares, a voice so beautiful, and the voice that belonged to the girl I had hurt so much.

I sat down on the plastic table dialled the number I knew off by heart and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello, Rose speaking." her voice was light and filled with happiness.

"R-roza, it's me." my voice was heavy with longing and sadness. I didn't want to be talking to her through the phone, I wanted to be holding her in my arms.

I could hear her shallow breathing down the phone.

"Why? How? You know what? I don't care, never call me again. I hate you!"

I was left listening to the dial tone.

"I love you." I whispered brokenly before slamming my fist down on the table top.

It was an act of violence in their eyes and they were over me like a swarm of flies - pinning me against the wall. They cuffed my wrists and led me back to my 'room'. I had hurt her so much, my beautiful Roza that I loved so much. If I could take it all back I would.

"Belikov, meet me in the exercise yard tomorrow." Derek called from the room opposite mine.

"Yes, sir."

Mr I'm-better than-you-and-I'm-in-charge raised his eyebrow in my direction.

Feeling bold and a bit brave, I simply shrugged and smiled in reply.