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May 11, 2012

Bored. That one word suffused every fiber of his being and it was getting to him so much more than it should. On the outside, this would have provoked him to start stalking his next patient for dissection. It was a process that generally took weeks of planning to get the ball rolling because he didn't like the idea of getting caught, even though the game of cat and mouse was essentially what drove him to do what he did. Well, that and profound boredom as well as intellectual curiousity. He was one of those people who didn't simply kill for pleasure, he had a reason behind everything he did, though he didn't expect many people to understand his motivations. Well, perhaps they would if he gave them a chance, but he'd never given living people much credence unless it was a woman on his cock. Then he paid attention, but only until the act was completed unless she wanted to fuck again.

Still, he was tired of looking at the ceiling of his cell, and thankfully the door was open, so he wandered off into the bowels of the prison. Perhaps all he needed to do was figure out a way to kill someone and then frame another person for it. Sure, he knew how to do it, that was one reason why making enemies didn't really bother him, it gave him a lot more people to frame for crimes he commited. Not that he would have any guilt for framing people in here. Things were just that way and he needed something to do to keep him entertained. Being the fish in here, he suspected killing people with no way of knowing who'd done it right after his arrival would make people wary of pissing him off, he just had to figure out who to do kill first to alleviate his boredom.

Cian turned into a random doorway and blinked at his surroundings. How he'd ended up in the laundry room was anyone's guess given that he hadn't paid any attention to the path he'd followed. Still, it was more of a surprise to find the place empty. It was one thing he'd never thought he'd see in this place, despite only having been here for a few days. Given what this place was, he could see a number of inmates taking advantage of each other in this place. Loud machines would muffle out the screams of those they forced themselves on as well as a number of other possible sounds. Overall, it probably wasn't the best place to be, but he could take care of himself, even if there were only three people who knew it right now. He would show them not to fuck with hi––

He was brought out of his thoughts a his thighs connected with something firm and round, though soft if what his senses were telling him was correct. The man tilted his head to the side and looked down seeing a woman's ass pressed against his waist. Well, this was an awkward way to meet someone, but at least he gotta see and feel her ass before it becamse any weirder for her. He shrugged and touched her ass with a hand for a moment. Oh, it was as nice with his hands as his waist. Still, he wasn't exactly sure what to say at this moment, so he just let the first thing that came to his mind out. “Hi, you have a wonderful ass, by the way.” Okay, so it wasn't the smoothest line in the world, but it worked and he was curious as to how she would react to it.

Being inside Manfried’s walls was no easier this time than it had been last time. For a short time, too short, she’d been given her freedom. Danny Austin had bought her freedom but it wasn’t freedom Ciara found outside of Manfried. Danny had wanted her to have a life, outside of Manfriend and she had had a life until she was tracked down by none other than Kate Lawrence. A woman not to be triffled with. If was Kate’s love/hate for Danny that had Ciara brought back and locked up again. Through her she’d watch Danny suffer. Of course Danny was distraught when he’d learned that Ciara had been incarcerated again. They’d been close and Ciara had loved him like none other. But time had passed and with that passage of time and her being away from Manfried Danny had found someone else. Ciara felt no ill will towards Danny, he’d always have a place in her heart and Ciara wanted him to be happy, simple as that.

A person can go through strife so many times, and for only so long before their spirit was broken. Ciara wasn’t exactly broken but she was damaged goods. She had many issues that she was dealing with. Her fear of men the most difficult to face and her inablilty to trust, anyone, especially men. She’d made great strides since her return to Manfried, she’d been open to making a friend and felt she had in both Corrections Officer J.D. Landon and inmate Zac. The object of Danny’s affection, a good man, but still not trusted. Ciara didn’t know if she’d ever trust anyone again. Overcoming that would be wonderful but she knew better than anyone that men got off on hurting women, some kept it hidden better than others. No amount of crying was going to mysteriously free her from this hell she’d found herself in once again so Ciara didn’t cry, she was numb.

Today was one of those days where no matter how hard she tried she was unable to make herself invisible. Two guard had approached her earlier in the day. They’d caught her walking through the corridors of Manfried, in line to go to the yard when one of them snatched her right out of the line and drug her off into the shadows of Manfried. As usual Ciara let things happened as they would happen, she put up no fight, it was futile. When all was said and done she was helped in straightening her prison issued jumpsuit before she was escorted to the Laundry and told to get her shit together before she went back to gen pop. Ciara had found the laundry room empty. The last thing she wanted was to be around anyone. Imagine her surprise when an inmate, and a male inmate at that came into the laundry room and put his hands on her.

Ciara went stock still, her body stiff as a board. There was a deadness in her eyes as she turned her head to look at the man. Her eyes never connected with his, that was the one thing Ciara was able to control, whether or not she looked her attacker in the eye. Only she had control over that. Ciara didn’t fight the man but she did step away several paces to put some space between them. If he came after her there was little she could do about it. Ciara lowered her eyes from his face though she’d already committed to memory. She now stared at her shoes with her hair sweeping forward to cover her face. "You’re new?" she asked, not saying a word about his comment on her ass. The last thing Ciara wanted to was to draw unwanted attention her way, if possible she’d like to avoid that.

If there was one thing he knew, it was that grabbing a woman's ass as a way of greeting wasn't the brightest idea, especially not in a prison setting. He didn't know what the others had done to get here, nor did he particularly care, but not knowing everyone's peculiarities was a massive downside. Sure, it was a big prison, but there were any number of people that could cause problems for him if he didn't know how t avoid them. Of course, avoiding trouble wasn't usually his problem. Rather, he tended to start it because he got bored and there was no cure other than doing something. But even in his boredom, he tended to try and keep women out of alleviating his state, it was just one of those things when you'd been raised to be a gentleman. That thought made him snort, a gentleman wouldn't have grabbed a woman's ass like he had, but that was beside the point. He was probably as close to a gentleman as one could come in this place.

He watched the woman scurry away from him and tilted his head to the side. True, she was only a few steps from him, though when she averted her gaze, he knew something else was off. If there was one thing he didn't want to do it was make this woman feel any more uncomfortable than she already did. Something about having a woman who didn't smack him for grabbing her ass uninvited being in this place didn't add up. Most of the inmates he'd met thus far had certain ticks that gave away elements of their crimes, but the chicka in front of him wasn't exhibiting any of those. Still, despite his desire not to make her feel threatened, he couldn't help but run his eyes up and down her form. Her breasts looked nice, despite the fabric that hid them from view and she had a nice body over all. Plus, she was a blonde and he'd always had a thing for blondes for some reason. Sure, he'd fuck any willing woman who struck his fancy 'til they couldn't think straight, but the blondes had always been his favorites.

To her question he nodded "I am," he said, curious about this one for a number of reasons, she didn't strike him as the type to belong here. He took a step back, trying to put her more at ease with him than she was. Unlike a number of men he'd seen in this prison, he wasn't one to force himself on women, it was a coward's act and one he would never indulge in. Rape was something that set him off in the worst possible way and made him want to kill those responsible for it. Hell, it was half the reason he'd started killing people in the first place. They'd all been well off men with a preference for young children, and he wouldn't let them get their rocks off again after figuring out who was behind the abuse. Some people were meant to come to a short end. "How long have you been here?" So sue him, he wanted to know, even though he knew it was damn well none of his business. But he needed to start a conversation somehow.

After several moments of looking at her Cian finally remembered his manners, and shook his head at his stupidity. It made no sense to try and converse with someone if you didn't know their name. Sometimes it could be rather awkward, and that wasn't something he thought they needed at the moment. He ran a hand through his hair before looking at her again. "I'm Cian," he said, "what's your name?"

It was exhausting spending your days watching your back only to know it was fruitless and that no matter what you said and did, no matter how many times you gave in, you were constantly a target of someone elses desires. For Ciara those desires were those of the guards right here inside the walls of Manfried prison. No day was better than the next the bled from one to the other. Ciara was watching the man standing in front of her cautiously. She didn’t trust him but at the same time she wasn’t going to fight him. The fight had left her long ago. Ciara couldn’t remember what it was like being free, not that she’d really been free. She’d left one hell for another only to return. Nothing here had changed, not the inmates and the constant danger they posed to her nor the guards who still saw her for what she was, easy pickins. It disgusted Ciara to acknowledge what she’d become, a toy, a possession.

She now stood completely still, only her chest rising and falling in time with her breathing. Not frantic like you might then when one was presented with what might be a treat, but with resignation that she was powerless to stop anything. Her fate no longer her own but left to the whim of men. Ciara looked through her stringy hair at the man that had put a hand on her. She’d felt that touch burn through her and it had left her feeling cold, shaken and unnerved. Afraid. From beneath the strands of her hair she studied the man’s face, having already committed to memory the moment she first set eyes on it. Had this been another time and place and she someone altogether different she’d have thought him very attractive. But now she felt nothing but fear, stone cold fear looking into this man’s face. A nameless face. She’d have asked but he stepped away from her. Instantly her shoulders slumped, relief washed over the contours of her face. Still, Ciara remained on guard, prepared for anything to happen.

The question posed to her had come out of left field and was completely unexpected. Ciara had to consider his question as she mentally ticked off the days before answering him in a soft, whispery tone of voice. "Here? A year next month.." Here meaning Manfried. Before that she’d been incarcerated at Penent Hell and she’d lost count of how many days she’d spent there before she and Danny had been transferred up to Manfried. Now that the man had backed off Ciara, while not anywhere closer to trusting him, did relax somewhat. Her eyes remain locked on the man’s chest she made it a rule not to make eye contact unless absolutely necessary. ”Too long," she added as an aside, the words tripping from her lips before she was able to reign them in. Ciara wasn’t entirely sure how much longer she’d last here based off the way things had been going for her. Each day she feared was her last.

A movement of the man’s hand had Ciara shrinking back from him, recoiling. He’d brushed his hand through his hair and it was then that she noticed how thick it was. She blinked her eyes slowly and was further surprised when he’d introduced himself, and asked for her name in return. "Ciara." Her eyes remained fixed on Cian’s chest as she drew in a deep breath and let it out. "You hiding too?" She was there to hide, to get over this recent attack on her person, a place for her to regroup before returning to gen pop.

Seeing a woman as frigthened as the one standing in front of him now made Cian rather angry, though not at her but whomever had made this one so fearful. True, he didn't know her and really had no reason to be mad on her behalf, but he'd seen these symptoms before and knew them well, though he always kept his obcervations to himself. Of course, being the facility that Manfried was, he was well aware of the fact such touches as he'd given her were seldom invited here. Well, at least on the first meeting. Normally, he could charm his way into a woman's pants, but with this one he didn't want to. The power was fully in her hands, and he wasn't going to do anything to challenge it. Something told him that she needed a sense of power, though in this place any sense of that was kinda a moot point. It was the prison from hell, he'd known that before he'd been sent here by the courts, though he'd never expected to see such a clear example of it until seeing her now. Seeing a woman hurting pissed him off beyond all reason, but he knew he would have to get used to it in here, or prepare himself for death quickly.

Hearing that she'd been here for a year surprised him, given the rough nature of the prison, he hadn't expected that one. But then again, given that she didn't seem like the fighting type, whoever raped her probably felt like they could at any moment. How did he know that's what happened to her? It was simple, really, he just watched her and compared her against the many victims he'd known in his years, and it was obvious. He may be a man of the age, but something like this was just plain cruel and he hated it. ”I'm sorry to hear that, I haven't been here long.” Once again it was the truth, but he left the specifics out. This woman was intriguing and he didn't want her to stop talking, as stupid as the thought sounded given that she seemed more interested in one or two word sentences than talking to him. Still, not looking him in the eyes was annoying him, but he knew it was because of what she'd gone through, that much was very clear. ”Forever and a day, I imagine.” That probably wasn't the most reassuring line, but it was the only thing he could think of saying.

When he saw her reaction to him simply running a hand through his hair, it made him wanna kill whoever the men wee who'd done this. Things weren't supposed to be like this, but given it was a prison, it was the best he could hope for. Not that that was saying much to hope she didn't freak when he touched his hair. “You have a beautiful name, Ciara,” he said softly, trying not to trigger her. If there was one thing he didn't want her to think, it was that he was going to rape her. Sure, he liked rough sex, but it was consensual and not forced. He would never try to break a woman's will like that. It was a coward's act, simple as that. “Not exactly hiding, I got bored and lost. . .” he said with a shrug as he watched her. She was an enigma and he was determined to solve her mysteries. “Who are you hiding from?” Oh yes, he wanted to know so he could be sure to repay them someday. It was never permissible to rape a woman, such crimes warranted death in his book, which had been something he'd made sure was carried out with every rapist he could get his hands on. Their deaths had been slow and sweet, and he would do the same to her attacker if he got the chance. Not because he was attached to this one after a few moments, but because it was the right thing to do.

Ciara breathed in deeply and slowly released the breath she was holding. She should have found the action calming but she didn’t. She was just as on edge as she always was when confronted by someone that she knew could easily take the upper hand over her. She was a small woman, short and on the thin side. Ciara had never been a fighter and the most physical she’d ever been was when she’d run a mile before and after high school. Those carefree days felt eons apart from where she was now. Never a chatterbox she was less likely to chat someone up now than before she’d come to be at Manfried. From what she’d learned, first hand, women were to be seen and used but not heard. Even now she wasn’t sure she should be saying anything but she did and only when asked something. Cian was a big fella in comparison to her if he wanted something from her taking it wasn’t going to be difficult for him. Her gaze still hadn’t made it any higher than the top of Cian’s chest so she hadn’t really gotten a decent view of his face, maybe she was afraid to look, it was best not to eye him off, he might take offense.

She could have sworn that she heard sincerity in Cian’s saying he was sorry she’d been incarcerated for a year. Still not enough for her to look directly into his face. Instead her eyes lowered from his chest to focus on the concrete flooring of the laundry room that separated the two of them. "It’s okay. I belong here." And wasn’t that the truth and nothing but the truth. She hadn’t hurt or killed those women but she’d stood by and let hit happened, had befriended them and made them victims as much as her boyfriend had. "Feels like that sometimes," Ciara replied in a weak voice. She did feel like she’d been here forever even if she’d had a couple weeks of freedom, her freedom hadn’t lasted long before the first assaults had begun. They weren’t behind her but still an ongoing thing and Ciara had learned long ago that whatever was dished out at her here inside Manfried’s walls was nothing in comparison to having her life taken. She’d neglected to save those women and deserved everything she got, another reason she’d stop fighting so long ago.

The last thing she’d thought to hear Cian say was that her name was thought to be beautiful. She’d never thought of it that way and a blush rose to the tops of her cheeks. "Thanks," she muttered under her breath, eyes riveted on the floor between her feet. "Yours too." Ciara liked his name, she liked the way it sounded in her head when she thought of it. It almost made her smile, almost. "Where are you trying to get to?" she asked after being enlightened that Cian had been bored and lost. Bored? She wasn’t bored, afraid but certainly not bored. Cian must be able to take care of himself, or he’d be afraid too right? Ciara thought so. Then came the question she knew was coming next. Who was she hiding from? Her answer was given in a small voice, barely above a whisper but given nonetheless. "The guards." Her eyes flicked up to Cian’s face and stuck there for several minutes before she was lowering them once again at the top of her shoes. ”They don’t bother me in here." That might have been telling too much but she couldn’t take the words back now all Ciara could do was change the subject. "Do they give you a hard time?" she asked.

Looking at Ciara as she said that she belonged here was hard. So sue him, he didn't think she did. While he really didn't know her, he could tell that she wasn't the type to deal in violence as many people here probably were. It was one of those things he picked up on quickly, and something told him she'd been broken more times than he could imagine. Of course, that much was obvious by the way she kept her eyes trained on the ground as well, rather than his face. That was a sign of severe abuse and he knew it well, it was one of the things he'd seen on many faces. No, he didn't know her story, but something told him there were parts he didn't need to know for him to be aware that she didn't belong here. “No, I don't believe you do belong in here. You don't strike me as the type to do something deserving of this place.” It was the truth as he saw it, and nothing was going to change that at all. It was ironic that he was meeting someone like her in this place, because now he saw why people often referred to it as a living hell. She should not be in here, and couldn't imagine why she'd been brought in.

He smiled a bit as she blushed, it really was gorgeous, even though he wouldn't tell her that right now. Given that shey'd just met, he didn't want to freak her out in anyway. . . well more than he already had, it just wasn't something he wanted to do. Trying to put her at ease seemed like the best idea, and normally it would have been easy for him to think of a way to do just that, but right now he was drawing a fucking blank. And he really hated it when his mind went on strike like that. “You're welcome and thank you.” he replied to her comments, trying to think of something that would work to put her at ease and still drawing a blank. Well this was going nowhere quickly and it was really pissing him off, though he kept any annoyance with himself from showing on his face. He tilted his head to the side as she asked him where he was heading and that was the question wasn't it? The man honestly hadn't been paying any attention, other than trying to find something to entertain himself. “Umm. . . nowhere in particular, actually. Just a little bored and trying to find something to do.” Not that this was exactly a place where he imagined he'd find anything interesting to do, though he had done just that with her in the moment.

At her answers to his question, he felt anger rise up in him, though he kept it hidden from her. The guards, those bastards were going to pay if he had anything to say about it. Forcing themselves on a woman was worthy of death in his mind and he would take care of the problem for her, once he discovered who these men were. They'd be dead and no one would know who'd done it. At her question though, he was snapped out of his thoughts as he considered her words. “No, they mostly leave me alone. Though sometimes they'll make things difficult for me.” He looked at her again, wanting to look into her eyes, but not wanting to scare the shit out of her, though he doubted that he could accomplish both. He sighed lightly and rubbed his chin before moving close enough to her and reach forward to tilt her chin up so he could looking into her eyes. ”Don't worry, Ciara, I'm not going to hurt you,” he said softly as he looked into her eyes.

He disagreed with her. Like most of the people she’d come into contact with inside of Manfried’s walls this man didn’t think her capable of committing a crime. She had and it was one she lived with every single day. Her memories of what she’d been a part of were as clear now as the days she’d unwillingly helped her boyfriend kidnap and rape women. By not stopping him or reporting him to the police she’d committed a crime. Women died because of her reluctance to risk her boyfriends wrath and turn him in. Her eyes closed and she wished for all she was worth that Cian was right and that she didn’t belong here but the sad truth was that she did, at least Ciara felt that she did. "I was an accomplice. I could have...changed things but I didn’t. I’m in the right place." No judge, jury or execution could have been a harder critic on her crimes that Ciara was. Her shoulders slumped a bit as she thought back to the past wishing she could forget even if for a short time. She never forgot and never got the faces of those women out of her head, they haunted her still.

Kind words wasn’t what Ciara expected to her and when she did hear them she glanced up from the floor to look directly into Cian’s face. It would have been so easy to stand there and just look at him, he was a good looking man, perhaps too good looking and completely and utterly out of her league, if she’d thought of romance which she hadn’t in a very long time. Ciara did manage a half smile at his display of manners, happy to see that some men still had them. Her eyes didn’t remain on Cian for long and soon enough she was back to staring at the ground just beneath her feet. She curled her toes inside her shoes and cracked them, arms hanging loosely at her sides. Ciara heard him speak but she didn’t dare look up at him again. he’d mentioned being bored. She too grew bored often times. "Umm. There’s a rec room and the gym. Fights break out there sometimes though. Oh, and the yard. If you like basketball there’s a net out there. Not much to do but better than nothing I guess." Ciara was thankful they had those activities to do. She cleared her throat and waited for Cian to speak.

He shared with her that the guards gave him a rough time but for the most part, up till now, had left him alone. He was lucky in that respect and she did actually smile over that, a full fledged smile. It was nice to see that no everyone was subjected to the horrors she was subjected to day after day. "Best to stay out of their way. Don’t make them mad or you’ll pay for it. They aren’t here to serve and protect." Her voice cracked a bit at the and she shrugged her shoulder. From where she was staring she did see that he’d come closer. His hand lifted towards her and she tensed up a bit. His fingers touched her chin and she flinched, not away but she did jump somewhat. Her eyes blinked and she met his gaze. It was hard to her to make and maintain eye contact with anyone. Her head stayed lifted but her eyes stayed from Cian and she looked at his shoulder instead. "Okay." She didn’t believe him but then again she’d once trusted the guards and look where it had gotten her. Taking a risk Ciara made eye contact briefly. "Do you want me to repay you?" Ciara knew that if a kindness was done for her something was to be expected in return and either she gave back or it was taken.

In truth, Cian was kind of surprised that Ciara had stayed around as long as she had given how he was reading her. He could tell that she'd been broken many many times and it made him angry, though he kept that to himself. Psychology was one of the subjects he had studied extensively in college and on his own, so he was very familiar with the subject matter. He would never let anyone know it, but he spent half his time analyzing people for weaknesses, with her he was switching gears. Something inside him wanted to help build her up and yes, protect her. No matter what she'd said about being an accomplice before, he didn't really think that she belonged here. Someone who was broken like this needed help, even if they would never ask for it. He was a bit more surprised when she looked at him, even though the gaze didn't last long, he'd learned that she had beautiful eyes. “I have never really been one for sports. I tend to enjoy using my mind and reading a bit more. It can be much more entertaining to read something than watch it happen. And I kinda sucked at basketball growing up.” It was the truth, even if he'd left out a few points here and there, but then again most people did that, though he doubted he had anything to fear from this woman.

He nodded at her words about the guards. While he hadn't been here long, he had figured out that they weren't to be trusted. Not that he'd really thought they could be trsuted in the first place. One of the reasons why he didn't believe that all people were basically good was because he'd witnessed far too many people abuse the power they were given and think themselves above everyone else. Nothing pissed him off more than those types. They were given the power to be there for people and then went on a power trip thinking they were gods. “I think I learned the first part of that when they beat a man senseless earlier for no reason other than him accidentally stepping on one's foot.” He heard the crack in her voice and pieces began to fall into place. Either she was afraid of the guards because they'd done something to a friend, or to her personally. He knew which one he sided with given how things seemed to go here. Though what had happened to her, he didn't know and wasn't keen on asking her right now as he'd just met her. Cian couldn't help but give her a small smile for the brief moment when she met his eyes, but blinked the moment she asked if he wanted to be repaid. He shook his head. “No, you don't need to do anything for me that you don't want.” Maybe it was a bit weird that he wasn't going to force himself on anyone, but he'd never been one to do that to people. Rape was a coward's crime, and he wouldn't lower himself to that level.

No matter what Cian had said to her thus far Ciara wasn’t prepared to make an attempt at leaving. If she did and he wasn’t ready for her to go he’d stop her and she wouldn’t want that. Best to avoid it altogether by sticking around to see just how long Ciara felt like sticking around. It was just the two of them in the laundry room. She hiding and Cian, as he’d said, lost. What a pair the two of them made. She knew so very little about him that trusting him was completely out of the question. Trust was not something that Ciara came by lightly, never had and never will. For now it appeared that Cian was content to talk and not do anything else which for a little while did feel like a weight had been lifted from her chest and Ciara able to breathe a little bit easier. It came as a surprise to hear that Cian was more of a reader than one likely to engage in sports. They spoke of everyday things, nothing prison related which helped Ciara to relax all the more. It were these everyday topics she was most comfortable discussing, nothing personal, just general chit chat she could handle. "What kind of books do you like to read?" It wasn’t a lot of personal information he’d shared with her but just enough to keep their light conversation going. "Sports aren’t my thing either. I’d rather sit and watch than play." Ciara shrugged her shoulder and brushed her hair out of her face.

She knew she was skating on thin ice talking about the guards but she felt that Cian was deserving of a warning. So far he’d treated her with kindness and hadn’t laid a finger on her. Okay he had at first but that was just a thing right? It had to be just a thing, an accident and she wasn’t going to think on it any longer, best not to. But she was relieved to hear that Cian was going to be careful around Manfried and who he came into contact with. She’d hate to see something bad happen to him. "The guards have short fuses. The smallest thing can and will set them off. They’re brutal, unforgiving and are allowed to be no one can stop them. It’s kinda encouraged." That thought alone made Ciara shiver and she wrapped her arms around herself while peering through her bangs at Cian, studying his face as best she could through them. She hadn’t realized that she was holding her breath until it came out in a sudden exhale when Cian said that he didn’t expect her to ‘thank’ him. Relief could been seen in her eyes and she inclined her head towards him, as a way of thanking him. "You’re one of the few to have said that. Thanks, Cian." It wasn’t enough to nod she had to verbally thank him. She didn’t now how many more times she could be forced against her will before she well and truly broke beyond repair. "So ummm. Do you friends or family outside of here?" She asked curiously.