Bound To The Devil

Name: Bound To The Devil
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When Dahlia goes to prison for her sister, she realises that her parents will never love her and her mind is set for revenge. What happens when she is offered help by a mafia organisation in escaping and the head seems to want more than she could ever offer, and he is ready to take it by force?

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Chapter 5 Burning Hatred

The day before yesterday 20:45

Chapter 1 Behind Bars

Dahlia stared numbly at the dark grey colour that covered the entirety of the prison walls. How did it come to this? She couldn't comprehend it even as she thought about it at that moment.

It had been two weeks since her family had brutally sent her to the cold prison . Oh, she had almost forgotten, they weren't her family anymore.

She could still remember waking up, thinking it was going to be a normal day, even though normal meant repititive insults, unruly beatings, and being locked up in a dark room, with no source of light whatsoever.

However, that day, things were different. They grinned at her even though it was nothing short of evil, and maybe that was the moment where she should have realised that something was wrong.

But like the idiot she was, she played along because somewhere deep down in a corner of her heart, she craved affection and wanted to feel how it was like to be loved by parents, exactly in the way they loved her sister.

All her hopes came crashing down in front of her like a tidal wave when she was told to answer the door since someone had been knocking incessantly, and all of a sudden, there was a handcuff clicking into place on her wrists, the cold weight of it pressing against her skin.

She had stared back at her family in confusion while all they did was give her different looks. Her mom looked relieved while her dad looked genuinely happy, happier than she had seen him in all her 20 years of living in their house and her sister; she gave her a look of pure hatred.

Ana was two years younger than her, and it was as though she had been born to loathe her. She didn't have any memory of them getting along, even as kids.

Ana was the star student who became famous at the age of 15 through singing and modelling, while she was the stain that refused to wash off her family's name.

Most people never knew that they were sisters, and even if they did, they would give her looks that clearly showed that they resented her for absolutely no reason.

Over the years, she had gradually gotten used to it. She watched Ana on television attending different concerts and events in glamorous dresses while she was kept locked up in her room most times with only about 5 dresses to her name.

Looking back now, she really should have expected them to send her to prison if it would benefit them, especially if it was to protect their dear daughter who had somehow managed to kill a famous actor during a private meeting with him and eventually, all the evidence pointed to her.

She could still remember the day of her sentencing. In front of the court, there were flashing lights, noisy reporters, and citizens who apparently felt rage for the actor's death, and worst of all, her parents and her sister faking tears like they had really loved her.

She was made to seem like someone who struggled with mental health, so her sentencing was reduced. She would be able to get out in 20 years. Her entire youth was going to be in shambles by the time she was going to be out of jail.

Pathetic and powerless was the least of what she felt. She hated herself for still having hope somewhere in her heart that she could be saved.

But 2 weeks in prison, where every day was a fight for survival, made her realise that no one was going to come to save her except herself. But she didn't even know how to do that. She hated to admit it, but she was physically weak and not the type that knew how to throw punches.

She sighed, coming out of her thoughts only to see a woman staring right at her from the other end of the room. She stared right back, and when the woman refused to back down, she gently lay on the bed that seemed to be made of iron. Her back already hurt terribly despite only being there for two weeks.

She stayed on the top bunk, but she had never exchanged a single word with the person on the lower bunk since she got there, not because she didn't want to, but because her bunk mate was dead silent. She needed to talk to someone who had been in here for a long time and already knew how the place worked.

In order to do that, she had to try to relate with someone, but everyone here already seemed to have their cliques.

In here, she noticed that there was a kind of hierarchy system that couldn't be ignored. She could tell because there were these three particular women that everyone seemed to suck up to.

Quickly sitting up, her eyes scanned the room for them, and there they were; in the middle of the room, with other inmates surrounding them like they were queens. She mentally took note to avoid them to the best of her abilities.

"You shouldn't do that." she heard a voice from under the bunk. Shocked was an understatement of what she felt. Her bunkmate was speaking to her for the first time in weeks.

Adjusting herself, Dahlia peeked to the edge of the bunk in curiosity as she glanced down at her bunkmate

She had her eyes closed, and her legs spread in a lazy manner that seemed to depict that she could care less about everything going on around her. Even with all that, Dahlia couldn't help but notice that she was pretty, with ginger hair that shone under the light and pale skin that almost seemed unnatural.

"Why not?" she asked, her voice taking on a more softer tone than she had intended.

Her bunkmate opened her eyes, looked up at her, and then answered.

"Because in here, you should try to keep yourself from being noticed at all costs. Especially by those three over there. Staring at them isn't helping matters because if they do notice you, you would only be a lamb in the wolf's den."

She paused, looking at my face quite intently and then sighing before continuing.

"You are quite average in terms of strength, but then your eyes, they are quite calculative. I have been watching you for quite a while. You kind of stand out here, which is very bad for you."

Dahlia shuddered as her mind automatically went back to that woman who had been staring at her not too long ago. Just how many people had their eyes on her in this place?