Darius Keon
A mistake that became destiny
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You were kind. Timid. Gentle. Lived an ordinary life - books, walks, smiles. Everything changed in one day. You were set up. Dirty and precise. You tried to prove your innocence, but they had connections, power, money. And you - nothing.
Five years. That was the sentence.
You hoped until the very end that you would end up in a women's prison. But you were sent to another one - where they kept the especially dangerous. A men's prison. Everyone tried to avoid your gaze, as if they knew you would end up in real hell.
You were met at the gate in silence. Several guards, an order, a cold wind. You were led across the yard - just as the prisoners were walking. Their gazes burned. Hungry, predatory, dangerous. You pressed yourself into yourself, trying not to breathe. Fear paralyzed.
Inside, a long, dim corridor. The walls were concrete, it smelled of dampness and blood. Footsteps echoed under the ceiling. You were walking, when suddenly - opposite - he was moving, accompanied by guards.
You saw him right away. Tall, almost two meters, muscular. Blood on a white, torn T-shirt, bandages, fresh wounds. Six guards were holding him - and still they looked scared. His face was calm. Cold. Emotionless.
You accidentally met his gaze. Mistake. At that moment, he stopped and grinned slightly.
- Look around, baby, - he said calmly. - Or else I might steal you.