Chapter 2

''Come here,'' he whispered, and he could see the fear build up even more in her eyes, but she came. She stopped in front of him, and if he wanted he could pull her toward him and kiss her right then and there, but he didn't. She was small, the top of her head barely touching his chin, and he looked down at her. Suddenly he heard something outside the room and he looked intensely toward the door, to see a shadow moving behind it. He looked at her apologetically, but before she could understand what was going on he pulled her against him and kissed her hard. She struggled to get free, and at one hand he was grateful she did it but on the other hand he knew she didn't know what was going on outside the door. She thought he really was going to do it, and she was panicking. He looked at the door again as he turned her around a little, and he could see he was still there.

''Work with me on this, trust me,'' he whispered in her ear, and when she nodded he pressed his fingers in between her shoulder blades and kissed her again. What he didn't expect was for her to scream bloody murder, and even though he couldn't stop, he wanted to so badly. It seemed like he was hurting her, even though he knew he couldn't be. She hit him on his back with her hands, and her hands turned into fists when he didn't stop.

''Stop it – please stop you're hurting me,'' she screamed, and as he looked at the door and saw the shadow move, he released her, and was just in time to catch her while she collapsed on the floor. He widened his eyes in surprise when she breathed hard, like she had just ran a marathon, and he helped her get up. He set her down on the bed and sat down next to her, when he saw the back of her shirt. There was blood on it. He frowned, and when he wanted to lift her shirt she moved away from him.

''What – did… what happened?'' he asked, stumbling over his own words, and she shook her head as she wiped away her tears. He didn't know what had happened but he knew there was something, and he pushed her on her stomach on the bed. She protested, but she didn't scream anymore.

''Please – let it be,'' she said, and he shook his head. ''No…'' she whispered, as he lifted her shirt and saw the cross between her shoulder blades. It was a simple cross, like a target, and he frowned when he saw the freshness. He saw one or two stitches were popped, and he closed his eyes feeling the guilt sweep over him.

''I'm sorry – I didn't…'' he started to say, but he stopped when he realized it didn't matter.

''No, it's ok,'' she replied simply, and she slowly sat up again. ''You think this is bad – but I've had worse,'' she told him, and he widened his eyes at the way she said it. It was like she didn't care about the scars. ''Why did you do it?'' she asked, and he looked at the door and saw there was no one there, and he looked back at her. He could see realization dawn on her, but he answered anyway.

''Damien was right outside, listening if we did something in here,'' he told her, and she nodded. ''Listen, I didn't – I didn't want to do this, because I don't – I mean-'' she interrupted him by throwing up her hand, and he looked at her and waited for her to start talking.

''I really don't care what you did and didn't want. I think we both know what happens in here and I can see you're new,'' she said, and when he nodded she smiled, but it wasn't sweet or gentle. ''I don't really care, but if you ever touch me like that – like Damien did – I swear, I'll kill you,'' she snapped, and he nodded. He saw her eyes widen and she wanted to say something else, but he stopped her by holding up his hand. She jumped back a little, and he wanted to scream in frustration. She was scared of him, and even though he couldn't argue with her, he didn't want her to be scared of him. He felt a pull toward this petite brunette, and he didn't know what it was.

''Listen, I know what you must be going through here, but you can trust me, I mean really, I don't mean any harm – I'm not anything like Damien or the other guys,'' he said softly, and she nodded, but she didn't really believe him. He could see it in her eyes. ''Now, let's just stay in here for a little while longer so he thinks we've – we did what he wanted – and then I'll bring you back to your cell, ok?'' he said, and she nodded and moved to the head of the bed. She sat back against the headboard and winced when she settled in, and he frowned.

''So you're Jason,'' she said, and he nodded. ''Well, I suppose you're going to know my name really soon anyway, so I'm Sam,'' she added, and he smiled at her. She just stared back, and he knew he had some work to do if he wanted her to trust him. And, crazy as it may be, he wanted her to trust him. He wanted her to see him as the man he was – at least the man he was supposed to be – inside these walls. He wanted her to like him, and he'd never had that before. When he looked at her, he didn't see a criminal. He saw a woman who was here because of something small, and he wanted to know what she was in for.

''So, what are you in for?'' he asked her, and she widened her eyes and laughed softly. He didn't know why, but he liked her laugh.

''Conning,'' she replied simply, and he nodded, waiting for her to go on. ''The last man I conned found out and turned me in,'' she added, and he had the feeling she was holding something back. He'd seen the bruises on her arms, and some on her back. He had the feeling the guy had tried to kill her before turning her in, but he wasn't about to ask.

''Rookie mistake,'' he said, and she laughed and nodded. ''I have the feeling you're not a rookie,'' he added, and she smiled.

''No, I'm not,'' she replied, and when she didn't continue, he shrugged. He didn't care about her past – or at least he shouldn't have to – and he didn't have to know what she had done. He looked at her and saw the emotion behind those dark eyes, and he knew he could read her like a book when he wanted to. She showed all kind of emotions, and he wondered if it was because she wanted to show them or because she really didn't know she was showing them. He knew he could show only what he wanted people to see, and right now it was kindness. He didn't want her to see the rage building up at every guard in here, when he'd heard what she had said about them. He stared at his watch for a moment and looked up again.

''I think it's safe to go out,'' he said, and she nodded. He could see the relief in her eyes and he knew she didn't know she was showing every emotion going through her, and he decided to do his best to make her trust him. ''Come on, I need to 'grab' you're arm,'' he said, making quotation gestures with his fingers. She nodded and held out her arm, and he took it between his hand. He was surprised at how his hand could close around her upper arm, but he shook it off and opened the door. When he saw her eyes widen, he realized she thought they had been locked up. He also realized she would've ran if she'd known it wasn't the case, regardless the punishment.

''Hey, you don't have to hurt me,'' she snapped, and when he widened his eyes and looked at her, he could see she was playing. She was playing the role of someone who was afraid of the guard, someone who was angry. He stared ahead of him as he brought her back to her cell, and gently threw her in, again surprised when she acted like he pushed her in and stumbling inside. He closed her cell and looked at her cellmate. Another petite woman, blonde this time. He nodded at both of them, and walked away. He could hear the women talk, and he knew he had to be careful in here. These women all thought he had hurt Sam, and he knew even though Sam was new in here, they would turn against him

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Sam sank down on her bed – on her stomach – and sighed. Dana climbed off of her bed, and kneeled down next to Sam, looking at her, eyes full of concern. ''What did he do to you?'' she asked when she saw the blood on her shirt.

''I popped some of the stitches,'' she replied simply, even though it was starting to hurt like hell. The wound was pretty new, and without anything to ease the pain, she felt like her back was ripped in two. ''It's no big deal,'' she said softly, and Dana scoffed.

''No big deal – what did he do, was he that rough for those stitches to pop?'' Dana asked, and Sam shot up and widened her eyes. Dana thought Jason had really done something to her – she thought Jason had really raped her. Sam contemplated on telling Dana what happened in there, but she shook her head. She couldn't – she had the feeling there was more to the guard than he had shown.

''It's ok,'' she whispered, and Dana frowned, but didn't say anything anymore. Sam lay back down and closed her eyes, exhausted all of a sudden. She wanted to know what the guard was about, because she didn't have the feeling he was like the others. He could've acted like that the first time, but he really was gently with her – except for the time he pressed his fingers right on her wound. He hadn't known what was going on, and she didn't blame him for it. He'd tried to cover for both of them, and by doing that, he'd turned women in the facility against him, because she knew they'd all hate him for this. Even though it didn't make any sense, he'd done that for one reason or another.

''You want me to take care of this,'' Dana suddenly said, and when she looked up she saw Dana held gauze and alcohol for her wound. Sam nodded, and Dana sighed and lifted Sam's shirt. Sam frowned and pulled it over her head, and she heard Dana gasp when she saw her stomach. Sam looked down at the scars and shrugged. She'd gotten used to it.

''Don't worry about that, it's old,'' she said, and Dana nodded as Sam turned on her stomach. The scars on her stomach were something she didn't remember – she didn't remember what had happened when she got them, and she didn't really care. As Dana cleaned her back, Sam flinched. The alcohol stung, and even though she tried to be tough, the tears in her eyes told her otherwise.

''I'm sorry,'' she heard Dana whisper, and she nodded but didn't say anything. ''So where'd you get this?'' Dana asked when she was done, and Sam sighed and told her the story.

''I conned this man and he found out what happened – he beat me to a pulp and used his carving knife to give me something permanent,'' she said, and Dana sighed. ''The thing is, this all was right before I was sent here, and the wound didn't have enough time to heal for this place,'' Sam added, and she could hear Dana shuffle around the cell. She sat up and watched as Dana put back all the stuff, and waited for her to turn around.

''You know, no man ever did something like that to me, and believe me, I have some experience in this kind of thing,'' Dana said, and Sam nodded. She didn't ask what she meant, because she knew it all too well. ''So you want to know what I'm in for?'' Dana suddenly asked, and she climbed up to her bed.

''If you want to tell me, go ahead,'' Sam said, and she heard Dana chuckle.

''Well, you know all those women in here are in here for murder and things like that – so lets say I killed my boyfriend,'' Dana said, and Sam nodded. She didn't have to hear the story to know what it was, because Dana was transparent enough for Sam to know what had happened.

''Power to you,'' Sam whispered, and she heard Dana take a deep breath. ''If you don't mind, I'm going to close my eyes for a while,'' she added softly, feeling her eyelids getting heavy with sleep. She heard Dana hum and it was the last she heard before falling asleep.

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''Get ready,'' she heard, and she jumped when she heard it was Damien. She saw Dana climb out of her bed and urge her to get out, and she did the same. She wondered what was going to happen, and she looked at Dana.

''Eat and shower,'' Dana mumbled softly, and jumped when Jason appeared. Sam stared at him and he smiled at her, and she could feel Dana shudder next to her. Suddenly she felt Dana take a hold of her hand and squeeze it, and she looked up at her with a smile.

''Come on, get out of the cell and stand in line,'' Jason snapped, and he looked at Sam to let her know he didn't mean it like that. Sam squeezed Dana's hand before stepping out of the cell, and Jason stared at her. The stare was cold, and she wondered what had changed, but then she saw a flicker of something else in his eyes. Something that had the counter effect of his cold stare. She looked around and saw every woman from the block stand outside of her cells, and she saw some of the guards touch some of the women. She grunted, but Jason shot her a look to shut her up.

''Go on, you know the way,'' she heard Damien yell, and the women in the front of the line started to walk towards the cafeteria, where they all grabbed a plate and started holding it up for food. Once it was Sam's turn she frowned at the food, but she didn't say anything and walked to a table with Dana. She looked around and could see at least 4 guards in the room, and she knew for sure there were more outside.

''This is gross,'' she whispered after taking a bite of her food, and Dana smiled and nodded. She ate in silence, and she sighed when she was done. Then out of nowhere someone started to scream, and she turned around to see a woman being held against the wall. Damien. He was feeling her up, and when she looked around no one did anything to stop him. She shot up and she could faintly hear Dana scream for her to sit back down, but she didn't and she ran to Damien and pulled him off of the woman. He turned around and set his gaze on her, grinning like a fool when he pressed her up against the bars in front of the windows. The wind was knocked out of her, and he held her hands up above her head.

''Morgan, this one is yours, and you better do it right this time because I think she hasn't learned her lesson before,'' he growled, and he pressed himself against her hard once, before he threw her in Jason's direction. Jason caught her and took her with him, without saying a word. She had the feeling this time was going to be different, and she struggled to get out of his grasp, but he wouldn't let her go. ''You know where you take her,'' Damien yelled, and she heard Jason mumble something, but she couldn't hear what it was.

''No please, don't – please don't do this,'' she whispered, and he shook his head. She heard Damien was following them, but she didn't look at him as she begged Jason to let her go. He opened the door to the room they were in before and locked it after gently pushing her inside. He grinned at Damien before turning around to look at her. she felt tears enter her eyes when he looked at her, and when he advanced on her she shook her head.

''What were you thinking, throwing yourself at him like that?'' he asked her softly, and she widened her eyes and shook her head again.

''What?'' she asked, confused by his actions. He turned and looked at the door before looking at her again, and this time she could read what he was thinking. He was concerned for her, and she didn't understand.

''Look, I'm not supposed to tell anything but I'm undercover, ok, and I'm here to do what has to be done with Damien,'' he said, and she nodded. She didn't understand why he told her this, but she was glad he was one of the good guys.

''Maybe I can help?'' she suggested, and he laughed softly. But suddenly he looked at her and nodded. ''Does that mean you'll let me help?''

''I'll think about it, Sam, but in the meantime I want you to stop acting like this because it's going to happen – someday he will take you here himself, and he won't be this kind to you,'' Jason said, and she nodded. It was silent for a while, before he stared at her again and frowned. ''If I'll let you help, what were you planning to do?'' he asked her, and she smiled.

''I don't know, I'll think of something – I am a con woman after all,'' she said, and he nodded. She knew he would let her help him, she could see it in his face. ''I'll help you, and I'm sure I can do something to help you get him alone or something,'' she said, and she winked. ''Jason Morgan – undercover,'' she said, and she laughed softly.

''You know who I am,'' he said, and she nodded. ''Of course you know, you're a con artist. You know what, I'll let you help me but you have to listen to me, and don't do anything stupid,'' he said, and he began telling her his plan. ''I need him to – I need to be friends with him, let him think I'm just like him for him to meet me outside of this walls, and it's going to take some time if I do it alone. But maybe if you help me I'll manage to do this just a little quicker and if I've done the job, I'll make sure you get out if here,'' he said, and she smiled at him.

''I think I can think of something – just leave my part up to me,'' she said, and she held out her hand. He shook it, and she widened her eyes when she felt a jolt go through her body. This was going to be interesting.