Warning, this chapter contains sexual assault. If this offends you, please do not read this chapter. I do not condone nor do I promote abuse of any kind, also I did not make this scene overly graphic. I put tears into this chapter, but such is the burden and privilege of writing. On a side note there is a line in this chapter from a certain Tarantino film (evil cackle). Thank you to all who have reviewed!

Count Me In

"I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed." Les Miserables

Central Prison, Present

Watching the girl leave the cafeteria, Edward felt remorse for the first time in his twenty-nine years. She looked so lost and alone, and he had just ensured that she wouldn't eat lunch. Why the fuck did he care? Something had come over him when he first laid eyes on her, making him lose his usual calm. His actions still shocked him, in the fact that he hadn't been able to control himself. Control had always been one of his most dependable allies. Edward knew that he had much bigger problems than worrying over a girl he had never even spoken to. A prisoner, he had to remind himself. What did that fragile looking creature do to end up here? Looks can be deceiving, he of all people should know that by now. What was it about her that made him doubt everything he had every learned? Making up his mind, he left the cafeteria in search of a vending machine. Finally he found an employee lunch room, deciding on peanut-butter crackers and a water. When the water bottle didn't come out he kicked the machine for all it was worth, causing the water bottle to come flying out. He was temporarily satisfied until he realized that his offerings may not be fulfilling. This isn't enough, he thought, mulling over his options. Without a second thought, he opened the small refrigerator in the back of the room, stealing an unopened salad. Whistling under his breath he walked towards the prisoner-cells, determined on finding this girl. If his father could see him now he'd probably drop dead of a heart attack. This is fucking Shakespearean, his last rational thought taunted him.

Central Prison, Isabella Swan

"Congratulations! You've made yourself enemy number one on your first day here!" Jane's voice echoed throughout the cell.

I looked down at my feet, knowing that there was truth in her words. I had killed Phil in a moment of rage, and now I was being punished. I had done nothing to invite Felix's attention, yet he had singled me out anyways. The other guard invaded my thoughts, his actions even more confusing. The way he had looked at me, my god, he had practically eaten me alive. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, but I didn't do anything wrong," I tried to reason with her.

"It doesn't matter now. That guard, Felix, he rules this place…and the other one gives me the chills. He's a killer Bella. Mark my words."

"What should I do," my voice sounded small, even to my own ears.

"Keep a low profile as best you can. Don't make any eye-contact with either of them," she looked at me with pity.

The sound of metal made us both stand to attention. Jane walked over to the cell slot and removed what appeared to be food.

"I'll be damned," she gasped, looking at me."

"What's going on?" I asked, not knowing what to expect next.

"You've made an impression, although I must say this is not Felix's usual style."

"You can have it," I told her, not wanting her to attack me over food.

"No, you eat," she informed me, quirking an eyebrow as my stomach gurgled.

I looked at the salad, crackers, and water. Even though I didn't want to accept anything from Felix, I was ravenous. I devoured the crackers, while draining the water. Jane seemed appreciative that I decided to split the salad with her, more than once she looked at me with a smile. The sound of whistles being blown startled me, a bit of ranch dressing running down my chin.

"Hurry, I'll hide this. They're rounding everyone up for showers."

After Jane had hidden all evidence of food, I waited for further instruction. The cell door opened and we were led down a winding hall. Finally we arrived at an open-room filled with shower heads, making dread tingle up my spine. No one had ever seen me naked before.

"Get undressed, quick, before you draw attention," Jane warned me.

Fear moved my fingers as I shed my jump-suit. Following Jane's lead, I stood under a shower head, water suddenly spraying down on me. I watched in disgust as women scrubbed themselves in a frenzied hurry. Finding a bar of soap I began to wash myself, not knowing when I would get to bathe next.

"Times up, everyone out," Felix's booming voice made me jump. Male guards were allowed in the shower room? This couldn't be right.

Women were scurrying out, but I could hardly budge, the room was so packed. As the room emptied, I tried to make my way out only to be jerked to a halt.

"I've waited patiently to talk to you alone," Felix whispered in my ear, his hand wrapped around my upper arm.

"Please, sir…" I began, realizing we were alone, the room completely cleared out.

"Please…I like that," his voice made me ill, as he circled me like vulture. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my woman-parts.

"I'm begging you," I tried again, but he slapped me so hard my ears rang.

"I bet you liked that little scene in the cafeteria, didn't you slut?"

"No! Please!" I shouted, on my knees.

The taste of blood filled my mouth as he towered over me. He pulled his zipper down, taking out his engorged member and rubbing it across my face. I gagged. He continued rubbing himself with rapid motions, while his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Soon," he grunted as a white substance came out of his private parts, landing in my hair.

"I like the way you beg, girl," he licked my face. Zipping up his pants, he smirked as he left the shower-room.

The water from the showers came back on, making me realize that what had just happened was real. My face felt numb as I blindly reached out for the soap. I keeled over, my hand covering my mouth. That feeling in the pit of my stomach was back in full force, making me vomit up the contents of my lunch.

"Uh, Ugh, uh, huh, ah, gah, ahhhhhh," I sobbed, a hopeless desperation beginning to swarm through my veins like poison. Something inside of my chest pounded and ached to the point of bursting.

God, help me! This was it for me. Pain. No light. No chance, at ever having a normal life. No happiness, ever. I was nothing. I was disgusting. No, they were disgusting! I was choking, my screams making no noise. My lungs were burning, gasping for air. Why?! Why was this happening to me? My own crying made me angry. Pathetic! Why couldn't I be strong? I wanted to hurt something…someone. So angry, I lathered my hair roughly. More soundless screaming, more of nothing. No. Never again! So long as I live, I will never be weak again.