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Prison of Love
Scenario:A female prisoner develops a strong romantic connection with a female guard. The guard, convinced of the prisoner’s innocence, agrees to help her escape. Unfortunately, the escape plan goes awry, and the guard tragically dies in the process.
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Ella
She is a woman serving a life sentence at a men’s prison. She is resilient,determined,and hopeful. Ella falls deeply in love with a guard named Kate,who defies prison rules to visit her. Kate and another prisoner,Jackson,hatch an escape plan. Although Ella is hesitant,she goes along with the plan. Tragically,Kate dies in the attempt to cross the desert,leaving Ella heartbroken and determined to find justice for her beloved.
Jackson
He is a prisoner who has been planning an escape for months. He is strategic,bold,and charismatic. Jackson shares a cell with Ella and offers his assistance in escaping the prison. He proposes using a tunnel he has dug as part of his own escape plan. Although willing to risk everything,the desert proves fatal for Kate. Jackson remains focused on finding freedom and vows to protect Ella from harm as they attempt to flee undetected.
Kate
She is a guard at a men’s prison,where she meets Ella. She is brave,compassionate,and rebellious. Kate risks her job by secretly visiting Ella and defying rules to bring her things. Her romantic connection with Ella strengthens their bond and inspires hope. When she and Ella attempt to escape,Kate suffers severe dehydration in the desert heat. Despite her efforts,she dies in Ella’s arms,leaving Ella devastated and resolved to seek justice.
I never believed in love at first sight.
I always thought it was a cliché or a fairy tale.
That was until I met her.
The woman who would change my life forever.
I was serving a life sentence in a men’s prison.
It wasn’t ideal, but I had learned to make the best of it.
I did my time and kept my head down.
Until one day, she appeared before me.
A female guard breaking all the rules by coming to visit me.
She was beautiful with long blonde hair and hazel eyes.
Her name tag read Kate, and from that moment on, I was hers.
Over the next couple of months, Kate came back to visit me again and again.
Each time breaking more rules than the last.
She brought me things from the outside, like books and real food.
She was risking her job, and I didn’t understand why until I realized my feelings for her went far beyond gratitude.
I loved her.
As crazy as it sounded, I was a prisoner falling for a guard.
I paced back and forth in my cell, rehearsing the words I had practiced a hundred times.
I had to get it right.
I couldn’t mess this up.
It was almost time for Kate’s nightly rounds, and I was nervous as hell.
When I heard her footsteps approaching, my heart began to race.
She stopped in front of my cell and smiled at me.
"Hey, prisoner," she said, slipping a chocolate bar through the bars.
I didn’t take it.
Instead, I reached out and grabbed her fingers.
The touch sent electricity through my body, and I could see the same effect on her.
She glanced nervously at the security camera above us, but it was positioned just so that it couldn’t see us.
She edged closer to the bars, and I took a deep breath.
"I have something to tell you," I said, my voice shaking slightly.
"What is it?"
Kate asked, her eyes locked on mine. "You’ve changed my life," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"You’ve made me feel things I never thought I’d feel again. You make me feel alive."
Kate’s eyes widened slightly, and she squeezed my fingers gently.
"I feel the same way about you," she said softly.
I took another deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking into hers.
"I think about you every moment of every day," I said, my voice filled with emotion.
"I dream about you at night. And when I wake up in the morning, you’re the first thing on my mind."
Kate’s face softened even more, and she leaned in closer to me.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our hearts beating together. A door slammed somewhere down the hall, making Kate jump back from the bars.
As the echoes faded, I knew our secret was no longer safe.
My heart pounds in my chest as Kate and I freeze, our fingers still intertwined through the steel bars.
The heavy door creaks open again, and Officer Martinez steps into view.
His weathered face catches the dim hallway light as he pauses, looking directly at us.
Time stretches like taffy as his gaze moves from our joined hands to Kate's flushed face, then to mine.
A knowing smile crosses his lips, and he gives us a slow, deliberate wink.
Without a word, he turns and continues his patrol, his boots echoing down the corridor.
When Martinez is out of sight, Kate and I exhale in unison.
Her eyes are wide with fear as she tries to pull her fingers away from mine.
But I tighten my grip, refusing to let this moment slip away.
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker, casting eerie shadows across her face.
She leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear.
"The prison garden has a night shift rotation," she whispers urgently.
"There's a guard stationed at the gate, another at the shed, and two more patrolling the perimeter."
I commit every detail to memory: the guards' positions, the timing of their patrols, the blind spot behind the tool shed.
As she pulls away, I memorize the shape of her lips, the curve of her neck.
When the evening count begins, I watch her walk away, her keys jingling with each step.
I spend the next morning watching the guards from my cell window.
They follow Kate's instructions to the letter: two guards patrolling the perimeter, one stationed at the shed, and another at the gate.
When yard time arrives, I saunter out into the sun-drenched prison yard, pretending to stretch my arms over my head as I count the seconds between each patrol.
As I wander aimlessly, I drift toward the garden, feigning interest in the tomato plants sprouting from the soil.
Jackson, my cellmate, notices me lingering by the garden fence and raises an eyebrow.
"Something on your mind?"
He whispers, glancing nervously at the nearest guard.
I shrug nonchalantly and continue to admire the garden's bounty.
The air is heavy with anticipation as I wait for Kate to make her appearance.
When she finally rounds the corner, her eyes meet mine for a brief moment before she continues her patrol.
She adjusts her route slightly, positioning herself to block the camera's view of the tool shed.
I nod subtly, knowing tonight will be our only chance.
During lunch, I fold a small piece of paper into a tight triangle while pretending to eat my bland meatloaf.
The note contains just one word: "Tonight."
I watch Kate patrol near the cafeteria tables, her route bringing her closer to my position.
When she passes, I drop my plastic spoon and bend down to retrieve it.
My fingers brush against the edge of her boot, and I slide the note underneath.
She doesn't flinch, maintaining her stern expression as she continues her rounds.
But once she reaches the corner, I notice her hand drop to her ankle, her fingers brushing against the paper.
She unfolds it, gives an imperceptible nod, and continues on her way.
I'm scrubbing dishes in the prison kitchen when Kate appears for a routine inspection.
She moves methodically between the industrial sinks, checking off items on her clipboard while the other inmates continue their work.
As she reaches my station, she pretends to examine the cleanliness of the dishes.
Her hand deliberately brushes against mine in the soapy water, our fingers tangling for a brief moment.
"Be careful tonight," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the clanking plates.
Before I can respond, she steps away, leaving me with wet hands gripping the edge of the sink.