♥ Chapter 1♥

21:00 - Horizon Penitentiary - Zephyria.

Aurelia Dusk.

As the bus advanced down the road, I felt like I was trapped in an endless nightmare. I had cried all night in that lonely cell, the cold walls bearing silent witness to my distress.

But now, the solitude of the cell had been replaced by the oppressive presence of the other prisoners. Men and women, all of them with an aura of authority and seriousness that made me tremble with fear. I was shackled, powerless before them, and fear settled over me like a dark shadow.

I huddled in my seat, trying to make myself as small as possible, as if that could protect me from the threat around me. Every look, every movement, seemed to carry the promise of imminent danger. I was very afraid, afraid of what these prisoners could do to me, even though we were all handcuffed. I was sure if any of them tried something with me, no one would care.

My heart raced in my chest, a frantic beat that seemed to echo in the tense silence of the bus. I was alone, surrounded by strangers whose motives and intentions were unknown to me. And as the bus moved towards my uncertain destination at Horizon Penitentiary, I silently prayed that I would survive this journey.

As the bus followed its course towards Horizon Penitentiary, I remained huddled in my seat, a knot of fear tightening in my throat. Suddenly, a burly man, covered in tattoos and with gleaming piercings, turned towards me, a malicious smile dancing on his lips.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" His voice was a whisper laden with insinuations.

My heart raced, my breath became shallow. I was completely defenseless against this intimidating stranger.

"Y-yes," I stammered, my words barely escaping my dry throat.

The man just let out a mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

"Doesn't seem like it," he taunted, his voice echoing in the tense silence of the bus.

A shiver ran down my spine as I looked away, feeling exposed and vulnerable under the penetrating gaze of that man. I silently prayed for the journey to end soon, fervently wishing to never cross paths with that terrifying man again.

With my heart pounding wildly, I felt a chill run down my spine as that sinister man sat down beside me, his presence enveloping me in a veil of terror. His eyes gleamed with malice that made me tremble, and his words were like claws scratching at my soul.

"Want some affection, darling? I can give it to you." His voice was loaded with obscene suggestions. I swallowed hard, trying to move away from him. But it was impossible.

"N-no... I-I just want to be alone, please," I pleaded, my tone filled with fear.

A malicious laugh escaped his lips, echoing in the cramped space of the bus.

"You'll never be alone, darling. This body will be mine." His whispering voice in my ear sent a cold shiver down my spine, and I felt trapped, completely at the mercy of this threatening man.

I huddled even further in my seat, fervently wishing for someone to come and save me from this nightmare. But deep down, I knew I was alone, trapped on this bus, with this terrifying man who seemed determined to subjugate me.

My only wish at that moment was to be home, away from all this distress. I don't deserve to go through this. The feeling of fear grew inside me, corroding my courage and leaving me vulnerable with each beat of my racing heart.

"Please, just let me go home," I murmured to myself, in a silent plea to the gods who seemed to have abandoned me in this desperate situation.

The man beside me just laughed but said nothing.

Suddenly, the police officer burst in with a shout of "Let's go," echoing in the bus like a sinister thunder. My whole body trembled with horror at the relentless reality that was approaching.

"Move it, you bunch of criminals!" The officer shouted, his authoritative voice cutting through the air with icy coldness.

Every word felt like a sentence, a grim confirmation that I couldn't escape this cruel fate. My heart hammered furiously inside my chest as I found myself being dragged into the unknown, into a world where danger lurked in every shadow and hope dissipated like smoke in the wind.

I was terrified, but I knew I couldn't falter. I needed to find the strength to face whatever lay ahead, even as fear threatened to consume me entirely.

I rose from my seat along with the other prisoners, trying to ignore the growing tightness of fear in my chest. However, a shiver ran down my spine when I felt the presence of the sinister man who had been beside me, now behind me. His malicious laughter reached my ears.

"That's a nice ass, sweetheart," his voice whispered in my ear, laden with repugnant lust.

My stomach churned with disgust, and a feeling of revulsion washed over me. I shrunk back, trying to get away from him, but I felt cornered, trapped in this disturbing situation.

"Get away from me!" My voice came out in a trembling whisper, my words filled with despair.

He only laughed at my distress, leaving me even more frightened and on the verge of tears.

But his obscene words echoed in my mind, constantly reminding me of the imminent danger I was facing on this bus ride to hell.

As soon as I stepped off the bus with the other prisoners, we were forced to line up side by side, like pieces of a sinister puzzle. The air around us was thick with palpable tension. Then, suddenly, a policeman approached, and I noticed his serious expression, so frightening that it sent a shiver down my spine. He stared at us with penetrating eyes before uttering his sharp words.

"Welcome to hell. There's no fooling around here. If you make any mistakes, you'll be sent to solitary confinement. This prison is divided into two parts, the south part and the north part. I'll decide which side you'll go to. Now, move forward!"

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his threats hanging over me. There was no room for mistakes in this place, and fear was wrapping around me like a suffocating cloak as we made our way inside.

I wanted to cry so badly, I was so scared.

As I moved forward with the other prisoners, my mind was filled with a mixture of disbelief and desperation. I watched the walls surrounding us, understanding my situation. It was as if I were trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't wake up. I shouldn't be here. I'm innocent. All I wanted was to go back home, to the safety of my home. To my parents. I won't endure this cruelty. I've always wanted to leave this city. I don't want to stay here. I'm only twenty-one. I don't want to die.

We entered the prison and were stopped by another policeman, whose words sent a chill down my spine.

"Take off all your clothes. I want to see if you're carrying anything."

A wave of shame and humiliation washed over me. Panic took hold of me, but I knew I couldn't disobey. With trembling hands, I began to undress slowly, each piece of clothing removed a blow to my dignity. My eyes remained downcast, unable to meet the gaze of the other prisoners around me. I felt vulnerable and exposed, desperately wishing for this ordeal to end.

As the guards began their thorough search, a feeling of invasion came over me. I felt violated and exposed in front of strangers who searched every inch of my body for any sign of contraband.

Every touch, every look, was a wound to my already fragile dignity. I cringed, trying to protect myself from the feeling of humiliation that consumed me inside.

Fear pulsed through my veins, a constant reminder of my vulnerability in that hostile place. I fervently wished that this ordeal would end soon and that I could escape this hell and find the comfort and security I so desperately craved.

After the check, the policeman coldly declared, "I'll decide now which way you go."

A shiver ran down my spine as he looked at us with palpable contempt, further increasing my already growing fear. My heart was pounding, and I was struggling to control my breathing in the face of the uncertainty of what was to come. Suddenly, his gaze locked on me, and I swallowed, waiting for my verdict.

"You're going to the north side," he said, and something in his tone made me shudder. It felt like he was hiding something, and the fear intensified inside me.

The policemen led us away, and I was taken to the designated side. Suddenly, the policeman escorting me smiled at me in a sinister way, sending shivers down my spine.

"I just want to see if you'll survive the north side," he said, laughing, while leaving me with an overwhelming feeling of fear and uncertainty about my future in that hostile place.

Even with my heart pounding in my chest, I mustered up the courage to question the policeman.

"What's on the north side?" My voice came out shaky, laden with fear.

The policeman stared at me with a malicious look, and a sinister smile curled his lips.

"There are only a few interesting prisoners. But since I'm a kind policeman, I'll put you in Trix's cell," he replied, his voice laced with sarcasm and cruelty.

A shiver ran through my body as I tried to process his words. Trix's cell? What does that mean? My mind was spinning with frightening possibilities, and I was feeling like trapped prey, at the mercy of this sinister policeman's will.

With a confused expression, I mustered up the courage to question the policeman:

"Who is Trix?"

The policeman just cast a dark look in my direction, his voice laden with menace.

"You'll get to know her because if I put you in a cell with other prisoners hungry for fresh meat, you won't survive."

A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard at the bleak prospect before me.

I realized we had reached my cell when a scream suddenly echoed down the corridor, making my heart leap.

"New meat on the block!"

A shiver ran down my spine, and I cringed, hugging my own body in fear at the frightening words.

Another inmate echoed, his voice full of lustful desire.

"What a treat! Evander, bring this hottie to my cell."

A tall black man stared at me with an expression of lust, and my stomach churned with disgust and fear at that hungry look.

With my heart beating uncontrollably, I looked desperately at the policeman, silently begging him not to hand me over to that man. My hands were shaking as I awaited his decision with a mixture of terror and hope.

The policeman rolled his eyes with disdain and addressed the black man firmly.

"Calm down; I'm not going to put her there. I know very well what you're capable of."

The black man let out a cruel laugh in response, his eyes twinkling with malice as he answered the policeman.

"It's not my fault that hot girl was too weak to take my cock in her pussy."

A wave of revulsion and dread ran through me, and my eyes filled with tears at the cruelty of his words. I felt like helpless prey before predators, and fear enveloped me like a suffocating fog.

My legs trembling with fear, I managed to gather the courage to ask the policeman.

"What happened to the girl?" I asked with a lump in my throat.

The policeman looked at me with a cold, indifferent gaze before answering.

"He killed her by fucking her."

A shiver ran through my body as I heard these words, and I felt paralyzed by the terror of this revelation.

Suddenly, the policeman opened the cell and announced:

"Here we are. Trix, you have a new cellmate."

He pushed me into the cell, and my eyes fixed on the figure of the woman lying on the bunk. My mouth dropped open in shock at the scene, but before I could say anything, the policeman closed the cell with a bang and walked away, leaving us there, alone in the suffocating darkness of this hellish prison.

With my heart still racing from fear, I stared at the woman in surprise when she spoke.

"You don't have to be so scared, sweetheart."

Her features began to stand out in my mind as I watched her. She was a bit tall, with dark skin, long red hair that cascaded down her back, a defined body, and light brown eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul.

The woman climbed down from her bunk and extended her hand to me with a gentle smile.

"I'm Trix from this prison. What's your name, cutie?" she asked.

Unsure, I shook her hand and replied:

"A-Aurelia."

"A-Aurelia, it's nice to meet you." She repeated my name playfully, and a slight smile escaped my lips, easing some of the tension I was feeling. "There's no need to be nervous, sweetheart. I'm not going to eat you."

I let out a small sigh of relief when I heard those words.

"You're quite finished, sweetheart. Go and get some rest; the cells will be open tomorrow morning. So you don't have to worry about your virginity," she said, laughing at my startled expression. "Go to sleep; tomorrow I'll show you your new home."

I took several deep breaths, trying to control the tears that threatened to overflow. I walked towards the bunk bed with slow steps, sat down on the bottom bunk, and covered my face, trying to hold back the tears that were struggling to escape. My mind was a mess, and I was wondering why I was going through all this. All I wanted was to finish college, get a good job, and get on with life. Now everything has been ruined because of that policeman's meanness.

"Fuck life." I muttered low to myself and lay down on the bed, feeling completely exhausted and defeated by the day's events.

I fell asleep quickly.