"In a room that held the most dangerous men, stood an angel." ~ Daisy was a beautiful, naïve daughter of a proud, wealthy family. Somehow, she agreed to go prison to protect her family's dignity. Only she didn't know that it would be at Bluebird Prison... for Men! Alone and afraid in an unknown place with strange people, she tried her best to disappear into the shadows, wishing nothing more than to escape. But, that was impossible when her adorable personality and doe eyes held an innocence that could capture any man's heart and drop them to their knees. A heart she did unknowingly capture belonged to none other than Seth. While she was sweet and shy, he was dangerous and struck fear into the strongest of men. A dominating aura was carried proudly around him yet when he met his lovely Daisy, he was instantly wrapped around all of her tiny fingers, knowing he'd do whatever possible to give her everything she had ever wanted.
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Daisy kept her eyes focused on her fiddling fingers, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. She was hardly even paying attention to what the judge was saying, despite it probably being very important.The heated stares could be felt from her stand and every camera only added thousands more. Being one of the daughters of the owner of Harrington and Co, it was no surprise the arrest caught attention from the media.The incident was a shock for all that had heard about it and proceeded to paparazzi following the family to catch a glimpse of the ethereal beauty. Never was it heard of Daisy to do anything seen as bad, having usually being out of the public eye and inside reading her books. So, it was more than a surprise to hear of the quiet angel breaking the law. Everyone was anxious to know the verdict, eager to find out what the sentence was for the girl."Miss Daisy Harrington is found guilty for theft and assault of a police officer. Sentenced for twelve months in prison."The loud bang of the hammer rang in her ears, signally the finality of her ruined future. Daisy's brown eyes rimmed with tears as her legs trembled, only half covered by her favourite light blue dress.A large hand grabbed her bare arm and pulled her rather aggressively out of the small box she was held in during the trial. She looked up at the officer to see him staring straight ahead with an emotionless expression as they walked. He had most likely done this all the time and didn't care about whether the person was rightly prosecuted or not. Daisy doubted whether he was even listening."Wait here. Your family will come and you'll have a few minutes to say your goodbyes." He said in a tone as if he had recited the line many times before.Daisy was left in the middle of a small room with a little sofa in the corner of it. She assumed it was for decoration as were the many paintings that littered the cream coloured walls. Despite the room being tiny, she felt like it was gigantic and she was a mere bug. She found herself cowering away from everything, not wanting to move, afraid of doing something wrong to get her into more trouble than she already was.The door unlocked and the turning of the knob followed. Her family made their way in wearing their designer outfits. They, as usual, looked immaculate and Daisy couldn't help but notice the lack of tears. She was expecting sadder expressions than the mere sympathetic and awkward ones she received."Oh dear." Her father hugged Daisy's petite frame against his own larger one.It was like she finally allowed herself to fall apart as the tears flowed down her cheeks and sobs racked her body. "D-daddy." She hiccuped into his previously crisp clean suit. "I don't want to do this. I don't want to go to p-prison.""Daisy, darling. You have to." The girl turned towards her mother, who placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair gently. "Think of our family." She insisted, her expression hardly showing through the layers of make up and botox on her face."B-but, I d-didn't even d-do anything." Daisy wailed helplessly as she looked back and forth between her two parents. She hoped that they would be able to get her out of this and things could go back to normal. If it wasn't for the current situation she was in, she would've been laying in bed, watching TV shows all day and eating all the snacks she could find. Instead, she found herself in court and going to prison."Hey! Don't be so selfish Daisy! It's either you or me and you know I won't survive in that place but you can because you're so brave and strong. Don't you want to be a good little sister?" Anna, her sister, said softly to coax her into giving in. She then forced a smile on her face, though Daisy just hoped it was a real one. Anna was never really nice to her so a smile directed in her direction lit Daisy's face up. "I'm really sorry about not being so nice to you. You know I love you right?""I love you too Anna." Daisy said with a small smile. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she finally agreed. "I'll do it. I'll go to prison."Her entire family let out a breath of relief and all said how proud they were of her. They gave her kisses and hugs until the time came for the guard to take her away.daisyShe mentally concluded that manual labour was not for her as she scrubbed the graffiti with nothing but a sponge and soapy water. Daisy decided she deserved a life of being able to sleep and eat whenever she wanted. Not to mention her giant list of hobbies that had miraculously doubled since leaving prison. However, the feeling of fresh air and infinite space was something she couldn't get enough of. The idea that if she were to run, there wouldn't be walls to stop her. It was hard to imagine only a month had passed since she was incarcerated. It would've felt like a dream if it weren't for her vivid memories of Seth. Now every other day she was scrubbing walls and picking up litter with weekly check ins with a corrections officer, despite it having being proven she wasn't guilty. The court decided to make an example out of her as her family were so obnoxious and assumed her to be the same. They announced that due to the abstraction of justice, her sentence turned into a fine
daisy"People are looking at me," he grumbled into her ear.Nobody would dare judge Seth Knight so openly. So without looking up, Daisy knew he was exaggerating and everyone was minding their own business and eating their lunch. She looked at the intricate tattoos on his neck that peeked out from his sweatshirt collar, now coloured in neatly with felt tip pens."That's because you're so pretty," she giggled and poked his jaw.He pulled her closer by the waist to deliver a soft kiss on the crown of her head and mumbled, "not as beautiful as you," making warmth rise to her cheeks immediately."Maybe I should get a tattoo too," she said absentmindedly. She'd sometimes see inmates getting tattooed in a guy named Pete's small dingy cell, the outcome being far more beautiful than she'd expect from his DIY methods. She had seen there were a few more people that would offer tattoos in exchange for contraband but from prison gossip that Seth would tell her, Pete was the best."Definitely not,"
daisyDaisy clutched onto her bloated stomach, pain clawing its way through her insides. It was the time of the month that she especially hated being locked away, yet ironically proceeded to hide away in her cell for as much as she could, which unfortunately wasn't as much as she'd like. The prison schedule wasn't very sympathetic to her situation. Usually her periods wouldn't be so terrible as they were usually predictable and manageable. But perhaps her recent stress and anxiety had caused a riot in her body because the pain was now excruciating. "It hurts," she groaned into her pillow, hugging her knees into her chest tighter in an attempt to squeeze away the cramps. It didn't work."I know, my love, I know. But, you've had enough paracetamol for now. You have to wait a few hours before I can give you more," Seth said, voice full of pity for his little angel. She rocked herself for comfort and shook away the hand that was comforting her. "I don't want your pity I want drugs."Her
daisyDaisy listened with a happy smile on her face. She had her head on Seth's chest, listening to the deep rumble as he read Cinderella word by word. Though a little staggered, she appreciated the effort he put in emphasising his words, making it as dramatic as possible. He also quietly, yet with full confidence, changed his voice to match the characters.She remembered how thrilled she was to see the brand new book on the shelf in the prison common room. It was a dark, violent version of the classic fairy tale which made it a lot more fitting to be seen in such a place. Seth was still treating her like a princess and doting on her every need. She didn't think it would be possible that his unique infatuation for her could increase but it did the moment she woke up and he wished her a happy birthday.While locked away, time wasn't a factor. Maybe for some that were counting down the days but the longer Daisy was in there, the more she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. She would
sethCabin fever was really setting in to his little Daisy, which was surprising because he knew she lived the life of a hermit prior to prison. He wished there was more he could do to ease her restlessness but evidently, he was limited to changing from bottom to top bunk and walks around the same brick walls over and over again. He didn't mind though, because he loved hearing her timid ramblings as the walked the halls. It gave Seth a glimpse into their future - both elderly and white haired, having their early morning walk to stretch their legs to they don't go unused, gossiping about their neighbours.His hand clutched hers tighter at the happy thought. The soft brown hair was dancing in the air, the heavy wind blowing past them as she absentmindedly walked on the tables outside - the different level gave her some variation she had said. "I love the fresh air," she sighed, closing her eyes with pure bliss on her face. Seth looked up at her, the blue sky reminding him why he calle
daisy His strong heartbeat comforted her, muffled under his sweatshirt but it was still there, a constant to focus on. It was confident and real. It reassured her that he was really there stroking her bare back under her clothes, his rough hands providing warmth. Seth had told her many times that he was there, and he wouldn't leave her ever again, sniffling into her hair as he did so. She believed him, she really did. If she didn't, he definitely seemed determined to smother her until she did so. It was almost like she had to comfort him with how remorseful he was. But of course, Daisy didn't give him that satisfaction. She just allowed him to repeat his sorry words and relished in his coddling, giving herself permission to feel safe in his arms. There was nothing but the faint sounds of prisoners talking. Daisy and Seth hadn't said anything for a while now. He had now stopped incessantly apologising and she was zoned out - eyes stinging and swollen shut, lips chapped and cut from
Innocent Prisoners by esssea is a dark romance novel about a woman of dignity and a fearsome man. Daisy agrees to go to prison for the sake of her family. She finds herself inside the Bluebird Prison for men. How can a flower survive in this harsh environment? Her charm captures the hearts of the prisoners. Among them is Seth, the man among men in the vicinity. Daisy has no idea how much power she wields with Seth beside her. Can Seth win Daisy's heart, or will the clueless girl fail to understand his intentions?
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