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The door to the cellblock opens and Rebekah's pushed in, hands still cuffed. All she can see are a lot of damn fucking curious eyes that a woman's standing right there.. Most probably hadn't seen one in years and after a moment of dead silence they all begin to cheer at once, sticking their hands out. "Cum here baby, I'll take care of you."   "What a damn fine lady."  "Look at that ass, damn girl."  "Come to daddy babygirl."  "Ohh yeah, keep walking like that. Gettin me all hard sweetie."
It was hard to hear anything cuz they were shouting all at once.. The guard walks her fast to a cell. "Open number 15." [sorry, don't remember his number] He shouted over the noise. No.. Fucking well... I'm not alone!?
And she wasn't. A tall man comes into sight, hair slicked back, down to his shoulders. It kinda suited him well. The bars went open. "Sorry girl.. not enough cells for you to have one of your own. You're with Abruzzi for now." He says near to her ear, so she can understand. "And you..behave" He said warningly to the man.. Rebekah turns around so the guard can take off the cuffs. The man called Abruzzi takes a few steps back, well as much as possible, so she can step in and she does. Hesitantly.. The door shuts behind her and it's almost quiet again, most having stopped their yelling and cheering. They stand there for what seems like hours but in reality it's only seconds, staring at each other in awkward silence. He looks her up and down repeatedly, always so slow. It makes Rebekah feel uncomfortable, his probing eyes running over every feature and every curve. Not being able to bear it anymore, she breaks the silence.. "Rebekah." She says extending her hand, voice wrapped in steel and she's relieved it didn't come out weak. "John." He says, voice a little gruff and it sends the slightest shiver over her spine. After that it's just awkward again. "You're laying ontop." He says after a while and the unintentional double meaning makes her laugh a little. "What?" He asks, smiling now too. She shakes her head, blushing the slightest. She hops onto the top bunk, letting her legs dangle. He stands infront of the bed, still examining her as she lays back. "Could you stop that? It's weird.." She says after a while, making him laugh. "Sorry..it's just" He stops and lays down on his 'bed'. "What?" She asks from above him. "Nothing, it's nothing.." he mumbles. "What is it?" She asks curious, looking at him now, her head upside down and he looks into her stormy blue eyes. "It's..you're just...you, well you don't..... what are you doing here?" He asks after fiddling with his words and it catches her by surprise.. she pulls back up, already turning red and jumps down the bed. "What do you mean? I think you are doing the same here as me John..." She says, lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed. He sits up on his bunk. "No..no, I know. I don't mean that.. It's just..you, well, don't look like you belong here.." Her expression softens, getting what he meant now. "Erm..well, thanks." She says, rubbing the back of her head. "But..well, I belong here. Believe me." She says a tiny sad edge to her voice, a little part wishing she wouldn't.. She climbs onto the top bunk again, facing the ceiling as silence once more falls over them.

15 minutes later it's 'lunchtime', Rebekah wasn't convinced it would be anything near real lunch. She sits up and hops down the bed. John standing up too, staying closely behind her. He wouldn't let her go anywhere alone right now.. and that proves right, as soon as the cells open, one of them strides in. He's got greyish hair, smug grin on his face. "Well if that isn't lovely. What's your name princess?" He's got a very southern accent. Squinting her eyes, she shifts to her other feet "Rebekah." She says coldly. "Beautiful name but it could never reach the beauty of it's owner." Rebekah rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah..what's your name?" She asks lifting one eyebrow, even though she didn't really know yet if she wanted or needed to know it. "Oh, of course..where are my manners? Theodore Bagwell - or just T-Bag. At your serves, my lady." He lifts his baseball cap and lowers his upper body then gives her a toothy grin. She giggles adorably then licks her lips and nods her head slowly. John, still standing behind her and watching the scene with curious eyes, not really knowing what to think of that.. Though he knew perfectly well what Bagwells intentions were and he surely wouldn't let that happen.... Looking her up and down, letting his eyes linger on her cleavage, then looking at John behind her who gives him an icy stare, he twists his tongue between his teeth.. "Well, I'm afraid we have to go angel face. May I escort you?" He asks, grinning again. She furrows her brows then speaks "I'm just fine with John." she says and sticks her tongue out. Noticing the way his eyes wouldn't stop running over her body and especially cleavage, she grips John by the wrist, dragging him with her. A little surprised by that, he stumbles after her, falling into step beside her after a few seconds. "A little late, aren't we?" This one a little disgusting guard asks, looking her up and down again, then taking them to the others. T-Bag and his boys where behind them now and she could feel his eyes burning her back..and well, her ass. Rebekah and Abruzzi sit down at a table with what must be his boys and a question pops into her head. "Hey, Abruzzi?" She asks and he turns his head to her. "Haven't you got a cell mate or something?"   "Oh yeah..Marc." He says laughing a bit, turning to the cards that were given to him, mixing them.. "He's down in the hole.. stumbled over some fella that wouldn't watch his mouth and well, is still in ambulance now." He says smirking.. Rebekah nods her head in understanding. John begins to hand out the cards "Can I play wit'cha?" Rebekah asks looking at him. He furrows his eyebrows, smirking, then gives her cards too. "Seriously John?" One guy asks.. "But don't cry girlie. This a mans game..." Another one says. Rebekah just smirks to herself
If only they knew.. She thinks to herself, taking her cards in her hand. 20 minutes later she had practically emptied all their bank accounts, the men looking either shocked or pissed..or both.. "Someone wants another game?" She asks, looking up at them while mixing the cards like devil himself. There's just silence except a grunt and then a deep chuckle from John. "That bitch's crazy John."   "I ain't ever playing cards with you again." A guy she's learned called Paul says, pointing a finger at her. "What the fuck man? Where you got that girl from John? She plays like the devil himself." Martin says, he's one of Johns best boys.. Rebekah bursts out in laughter, dropping the cards, seeing that no one would play with her anyway.. She shakes her head with a smirk. The men stand up slowly, walking back to their cells. John and Rebekah soon follow.. "Damn that was crazy." John says once they're back inside their cell. "Where the hell did you learn to play cards like that? I mean what are you like 19? That's just messed up.." He says laughing. "I'm 16 but thanks." She responds, laughing too and shaking her head. "You're 16?" John asks with wide eyes, suddenly very serious. "Well..yeah." She says simply, shrugging like it's nothing. "Then how the hell you got in here?" He asks and she looks up at his blank face, realizing she's been far to careless.. She was and would never be this honest with people, especially ones she didn't knew at all... What the fuck was going on with her? She had felt carefree, just for a second and it was a mistake.. "Doesn't matter.." She says, voice all of a sudden cold as ice again. She bites her lip, scratching her brow. "And I want you to tell no one alright? Just...please John.." She says a little softer now. She didn't need any other curious people.. He frowns, not very convinced but nods. If she wanted that, why saying no? It wasn't much she asked so.. He lays down on his bed, seemingly tired and rolls onto his side, facing the wall. She gets down infront of the mirror, looking at herself intently and traces the scar on her cheek with her fingers as she pushes away the memory that comes with doing so.

Started to write this third chapter last night too, but it was like 4.30 am and I was just so done with everything.. So here it is, completed now^^ tell me watcha think down below chickens it's important to me 💖 luv ya