Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 1

The Alarm went off during my lunch break and I was pissed. Two idiots decided to start a fight, and I'm not so happy I was up all night getting all the Information I could about our new transfers. I stalk to the Lunch room with only a megaphone, incase I needed it. On my way most of the inmates saw me and knew that from the look on my face they should get to their cells and stay.

When I got to the lunch room I walk down the stairs my heels clicking on the metal making everyone look at me. They stopped chanting and backed away, some running to their cells. I scream at the top of my lungs, "ENOUGH!!!!." it echoed off the walls and the two guys stop and break up. "You know we are getting transfers today, I expected and still do for you to be on your best behavior. You two my Office, NOW," They scurrying off. "Everyone else clean up and I want this place spotless and let the guards out and once your done go to your cells, clean there and then your going to be confined there until dinner. No activities today they have now been moved to tomorrow. Last, but not least if you haven't used your hour of fresh air time you can have two hours tomorrow, since you have lost that privilege today." I left the room and headed to my Office to sort the two out.

When I walk in Jake and Andy are standing there waiting for me. I walk over to my desk and sit on the front of it. "I am disappointed in you two. Seriously you two are so close to being let out. Why? Why jeopardize that I know how much you two miss your families and them you." I say rubbing my temples, "We are deeply sorry ma'am it was my fault I got Andy mad you know how I get when it comes to pushing people's buttons." Apologies Jake in his thick Scottish accent. "Yes and We have come far on your rehab as well and you two are leaving tomorrow. I will do you this one favor and not let this report effect your prison records even though my father will kill me." They nod. "Good boys, now go."They leave and I finish my sandwich and other lunch items.

When I was finished the I got a call from front office,  telling me that the transfer truck has arrived. I walk downstairs with their files and went to the registration area to meet with the other guards, and the gangsters. I stand there at the door as they come in. I must admit they are very attractive. "Striker what color jumpsuit should they wear." I look through the first file.

"Ashton Irwin head of the the Irwin part of the Knights. Wanted for murder, rape, sex trafficking, drug trafficking, illegal weapons trafficking, and last but not least underground fighting." I look up at him, short curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and tall. "Give him a navy blue one." He is handed one. "Now strip." I command "Wow and you haven't even taken me on a date." "Don't start with me I've had a enough of it today. First stopping a fight, now you four jackasses, when I'm all ready to go to a pub and get pissed drunk." I snap already annoyed with them, Irwin to be specific.

When he finally starts stripping I moved onto a Hemmings.  "Luke Hemmings head of the Hemmings part if the Knights. Wanted for murder, assault, trafficking of drugs, illegal weapons, Underground Fighting, and speeding. Give him a dark grey one and strip please." He nods and starts stripping.

"Calum Hood head of the Hood part of the Knights. Wanted for murder, assault, illegal weapons, sex trafficking, rape, drug trafficking, underground fights, attempted murder, and speeding. Give him a black one now, strip." I order. "Why is Luke the only one who gets a please?" Michael questions. "Because he is the only one without rape on his wrap sheet." I reply while giving him a navy blue jumpsuit. Then started to walk away, "What's with you and rape?" Luke's deep accent inquired, I go stiff. "Come on you four to you..." I turned around and shoved the very tall, lanky man into the wall. "I watched my mother be raped and murdered in my own eyes when I was eleven only to be raped after by the same bastard." I say my tone laced with anger, sadness, and guilt, I felt the tears coming and I turned and speed walked out of the room.

I walked straight to my Office and changed into sneakers, sweat pants, a sports bra, and a tank top. Grabbing my MMA training gloves with the finger tips cut off I walk to Block C where I have exercise equipment, mainly my punching bag, and the murders are kept there. The room is bullet proof glass, sound proof, and a stainless steel door that locks on the inside. Only I have the key. When I enter I see the new transfers in their individual cells across from the room because no one else is locked up here just them. The whole wall is a glass window that goes from the floor to the ceiling. I take off my glasses not that I need them I'm just so used to wearing them back before the eye surgery. I start hitting and kicking the bag.

After an hour I finish off with a roundhouse kick. I take the gloves off and whip them at the window, my emotions getting the better of me I fall onto the couch and just started sobbing my eyes out. I eventually just fell asleep for two hours.When I woke up, I stood up, and stretched. Grabbing my gloves and glasses I walk out of the room and ignore the stares from the gang leaders and walked down to my office, changed back into my clothes and clocked out heading straight to a pub. I turned my phone off and sat at the bar listening to the music, singing along quietly. The bartender hands me a pint. "Mate, I didn't order this." "A gentleman ordered it for you." I just nod as he walks away I mean I was going to get another one, but whatever. I chugged the pint, got up and left.

As soon as I got to the alley way by the pub I stopped feeling kinda funky. I realized I was drugged and tried grabbing my phone to turn it on only to be grabbed dropping it in the process. I'm thrown on the ground feeling someone getting on me. "Get my drink love." He smirks down at me reaching under my skirt after unbuttoning his pants. I manage to kick him in the balls an get up doing a staggered, drunk type of run. I hear footsteps behind me and I pick up speed as fast as I can my satchel hitting my back. I get to a group of people. Asking for help is a slurred voice rambling on about how he's after me. "Who's after you?" Some puppy dog eyed guy asks he looks familiar. "My bad about her she gets like this when she's drunk." The creep tried to grab me, but I pulled away. "I don't think so mate, she's not going with you." Someone grabbed me and pushed me behind them I just felt really weak so I just held onto their shirt trying to stay up. "Wait a minute I thought your guys were. Oh come on you can have her once I'm done with the slut." I whimper at the name clinging to him hoping he won't hand me over. "I SAID NO!!" Boomed an Australian voice and a gunshot is heard, I scream, a flashback comes back.

My eleven year old self watching tied up as my mother is shot in the head after the bastard raped her and started to stalk towards me a wicked grin on his face.

As fast as it came it vanished, I whimper backing up and hitting a stone hard chest. Bile rising in my stomach I push through the guys and grabbed the wall as I just started vomiting into a trash can. Once I was done I turn around everything started spinning, I fell backwards and fell into someone's arms everything going black.