a young man just 22 years old steps into a world he never imagined prison he's small athletic and completely out of place the moment the gates slam shut he realizes he's surrounded by men who could break him in an instant but among them one man stands out the most feared the most dominant prisoner in the facility and he has his eyes set on him what happens when the Predator becomes obsessed with with his prey stay with us until the end because this story will take you to the darkest corners of survival power and an unexpected
kind of passion before we begin make sure to subscribe to the channel like this video and turn on notifications you don't want to miss stories like this one intense gripping and Unforgettable the moment the metal gates slammed shut behind me I knew my life would never be the same I had seen prisons and mov heard stories about them but nothing prepared me for the reality of being locked up for the first time the air smelled of sweat steel and something else something rotten like a place where hope had died a long time ago I clutched
the small bundle of state issued clothes in my hands trying not to let my fingers tremble as I followed the guard down the long Corridor fresh meat someone muttered as I passed laughter echoed around me eyes were on me hungry curious amused I kept my head down just keep walking Ethan don't react I wasn't built for this place at 22 years old I was lean athletic but not strong my blonde hair and light skin made me stand out in ways I didn't want to I didn't belong here but none of that mattered now I was
Prisoner number 6 4827 and I had to survive the guard finally stopped in front of cell 207 and gestured for me to step inside I swallowed hard this was it no turning back the cell was small barely big enough for the two beds a toilet and a rusted sink in the corner and then I saw him my cellmate he sat on the lower bunk shirtless muscles Rippling beneath dark skin ttoo twos covering both arms his eyes cold calculating locked on to me I felt my stomach tighten I knew his name before he even spoke everyone
in this prison knew his name Marcus Johnson he was 6'5 built like a damn machine and had a reputation that sent shivers down people's spines he ruled this prison and now I was his new self mate Marcus didn't move didn't blink just stared at me like he was deciding what I was worth I forced myself to meet his gaze show no fear the silence stretched then finally he smirked you're in the wrong place pretty boy my throat went dry I knew what he meant guys like me young small new we didn't last long in a
place like this I squared my shoulders trying to steady my voice guess I don't have a choice Marcus let out a low chuckle he stood up towering over me his presence was overwhelming a wall of muscle and dominance he took a slow Step Closer I wanted to move back but my legs wouldn't listen what's your name his voice was deep steady I swallowed hard Ethan Marcus tilted his head amused Ethan he repeated as if tasting the name on his tongue then he leaned in his breath warm against my ear you're mine now Ethan I froze
my heart pounded in my chest and just like that I knew I was in more danger than I had ever imagined the moment Marcus stepped in everything shifted the two men who had cornered me in the showers IM immediately backed off their faces tense with hesitation they weren't afraid of the guards they weren't afraid of consequences but they were afraid of him Marcus stood there arms crossed his massive frame blocking the exit like an immovable wall the silence stretched for a few unbearable seconds before one of them muttered didn't know he was yours Johnson Marcus
tilted his head slightly as if considering the words then with a voice so calm it sent a chill down my spine he replied he is that was it the two men didn't argue they didn't linger they simply turned and disappeared out of the showers leaving only me and him the water was still running behind me but I couldn't move my skin was clammy from more than just the steam my heart was still pounding my breath coming too fast I hated that I felt shaken I hated that I had let myself get into that situation in
the first place Marcus finally took a step forward closing the space between us he didn't touch me but he didn't have to his presence was enough his eyes scanned me checking for damage when he spoke his voice was lower than before you don't go anywhere alone Ethan not here my throat felt dry I swallowed and nodded not trusting my voice he lingered for a second his gaze unreadable before finally turning and walking out just like that the tension broke the danger had passed but the unease in my chest remained by the time I made it
back to the cell Marcus was already lying on his bunk his back against the wall one arm draped over his stomach his tattoos stood out against the dim prison light Inked patterns of past violence and loyalty marking his skin I hesitated by the door I wanted to say something maybe even thank him but the words felt too heavy too dangerous he had just claimed me in front of other inmates that wasn't something that happened lightly in prison it meant something instead I stepped inside quietly moving toward my own bunk as I sat down Marcus finally
spoke you're too soft for this place I stiffened my hands gripping the edge of the mattress I can handle myself he let out a short quiet laugh that why I just had to pull two guys off you shame burned at the back of my neck I hated that he was right he exhaled shifting slightly on the bed you think I'm doing this for fun claiming you I didn't answer I wasn't sure I wanted to know you won't last in here alone he continued his voice calm but firm you either have protection or you're prey and
I don't like watching things break I turned my head forcing myself to look at him so that's it I'm yours now his eyes met mine something flickered there something deep something unreadable you were mine the second you walked in here pretty boy a shiver ran down my spine I didn't know if it was fear or something else entirely all I knew was that my life had just become a whole lot more complicated the next morning I woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps and the metallic clang of cell doors opening down the block the
routine had already begun guards shouting inmates moving another day of surviving for a second and I forgot where I was the cold reality hit me the moment my eyes landed on the concrete walls The Rusted toilet in the corner and most of all Marcus sitting on the lower bunk watching me his eyes were sharp studying me in a way that made my stomach tighten get up he said simply his deep voice carrying an authority that made it clear he wasn't giving me an option I sat up slowly my muscles still tense from the night before
Marcus had saved me in the showers he had made sure everyone knew I belonged to him but the question still lingered why I wanted to ask but I didn't instead I got up and followed him out of the cell breakfast was chaos the cafeteria was packed voices overlapping trays slamming down onto tables I could feel the stairs on me some amused some Curious some hostile I didn't belong here and everyone knew it Marcus led the way to the same table we sat at yesterday his crew was already there their conversation stopping when we arrived I
didn't miss the way some of them looked at me like they were wondering if I was temporary or if Marcus was serious about keeping me under his wing I sat down cautiously keeping my head down the food in front of me was barely edible but I fored myself to eat one of Marcus's guys a tall lanky man with a snake tattoo running down his arm smirked so how's the new recruit holding up I didn't answer Marcus however didn't even look up he's fine the guy chuckled yeah seemed a little shaky last night my grip on
my Fork tightened my heart pounded Marcus finally lifted his gaze his expression unreadable you got something to say the table went silent the man held up his hands relax big guy just making conversation Marcus didn't respond he didn't need to the tension was enough to shut the guy up the message was clear no one questions Marcus and no one questions what's his after breakfast Marcus didn't let me out of his sight everywhere I went he was there the showers the yard even when I tried to keep to myself he wasn't hovering he was just there
a presence that no one dared to challenge I should have been relieved instead I felt Trapped By the time evening rolled around I was exhausted not just physically but mentally this prison was swallowing me whole back in our cell Marcus sat on his bunk arms crossed watching me again I exhaled sharply frustration bubbling up what his lips twitched almost like he was amused you don't talk much I ran a hand through my hair what do you want me to say Marcus leaned back against the wall stretching out his legs I want to know why you're
here the question caught me off guard no one had asked me that for a moment I hesitated then finally I muttered I got caught up in something stupid Marcus raised an eyebrow waiting I sighed Wrong Place Wrong Time some guys I knew pulled a robbery I was there didn't even do anything but I didn't run either he studied me his expression unreadable how long you in for 2 years a long pause then Marcus smirked you won't last 2 months in here on your own anger flared in my chest and you think I should just be
grateful that you claimed me Marcus didn't blink I think you should be smart silence stretched between us finally I spoke and what do you get out of this for the first time something shifted in his expression his voice was quieter when he answered maybe I just like keeping things that interest me a shiver ran down my spine I wasn't sure what terrified me more the way he said it or the fact that part of me didn't hate hearing it and that was dangerous days passed I kept my head down followed the routines and tried to
stay invisible but that was impossible when Marcus Johnson had made it clear that I was his it didn't matter if I didn't understand why it didn't matter if I resented it in prison power was everything and Marcus had more than anyone wherever I went I felt his presence in the yard he kept me close in the cafeteria he made sure there was always space next to him and when anyone so much as looked at me the wrong way they quickly realized their mistake I was safe but I was also trapped the worst part I wasn't
sure if I wanted to escape Escape that night I sat on my bunk staring at the ceiling Marcus was below me silent the dim light from the hallway cast Long Shadows on the walls I shifted trying to get comfortable but the mattress was thin the Springs pressing against my back I sighed I don't get it Marcus's deep voice cut through the darkness get what I hesitated why you're doing this there was a long pause then he exhaled his voice lower than before I told you I don't like watching things break I turned my head looking
down at him and what happens when you get bored he didn't answer right away instead he pushed himself up sitting on the edge of his bunk his face was unreadable in the dim light I don't get bored easily he finally said his eyes met mine holding me there something passed between us something dangerous I swallowed hard my pulse quickening I needed to change the subject tell me about the rules I said the real ones not the ones the guards give us Marcus studied me for a second then leaned back against the wall all right pretty
boy listen up I sat up straighter waiting rule one you don't owe anyone anything the second you do they own you I nodded taking it in rule two never show weakness not to the guards not to the other inmates weakness gets you hurt I swallowed hard I had already learned that lesson rule three he continued his voice dropping slightly know who you belong to my breath hitched I knew what he meant I knew exactly what he meant silence stretched between us then before I could stop myself I asked and who do you belong to Marcus
he smirked his gaze dark unreadable guess you'll have to find out the next day everything changed it started in the yard I was walking with Marcus and his crew trying to stay in my Lane trying to keep my head down then I heard the voice hey pretty boy I turned my stomach immediately nodding a group of inmates stood by the fence watching me with far too much interest one of them a bald guy covered in gang tattoos smirked heard you got yourself a bodyguard that true I didn't answer I didn't have to because Marcus stepped
forward before I could even open my mouth the entire yard went silent Marcus didn't say anything at first he just stared at the guy his expression unreadable then finally he spoke you have 3 seconds to walk away the guy chuckled relax big guy just making conversation Marcus didn't move one the guy smirk faltered two his friends shifted uncomfortably all right all right right damn the guy muttered raising his hands didn't mean nothing by it Marcus didn't take his eyes off him as he walked away I let out of breath I hadn't realized I was holding
Marcus turned to me his gaze sharp you don't talk to them I nodded quickly because in that moment I realized something Marcus wasn't just protecting me he was warning me and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what happened to people who ignored his warnings the next few days passed in a blur of routine wake up eat survive I followed the rules Marcus had set for me even if I didn't always understand them I didn't talk to people unless he allowed it I didn't go anywhere alone and I never questioned why he kept me
so close but the tension between us was growing it was in the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention the way he stood just a little too close when we walked side by side the way his voice dropped lower whenever he spoke to me like he was testing something neither of us wanted to name I told myself it was nothing but deep down I knew better it happened in the laundry room I was alone or at least I thought I was the guards didn't pay much attention to this area and
most of the other inmates had already finished their shifts I was folding a stack of prison uniforms when I felt it that prickling sensation at the back of my neck I wasn't alone I turned just as a hand grabbed my arm where's your Shadow now Pretty Boy The Voice was familiar the same guy from the yard I tensed instinctively trying to pull away but his grip was firm his friends were close behind him blocking the exit my pulse pounded I knew knew how this worked Marcus wasn't here and in prison being alone meant being vulnerable
you think Johnson's going to protect you forever he sneered we just want to talk I swallowed hard I knew damn well they didn't just want to talk I opened my mouth to say something anything when suddenly the entire room shifted a presence filled the space one so strong that everyone felt it before before they even saw him Marcus he was at the doorway his massive frame darkening the already dim room the air turned ice cold his eyes locked onto the man gripping me and I swore I saw a flicker of something deadly behind them I
had seen Marcus angry before but this this was different he didn't say a word he didn't have to because the guy let go of me immediately stepping back with his hands raised hey man we weren't Marcus moved one second he was across the room the next he had the guy pinned against the laundry machines his forearm pressing against his throat I froze the entire room froze the guy choked out something unintelligible his hands clawing at Marcus's arm but Marcus didn't let up he leaned in his voice low controlled if you ever touch him again I'll
break your hands first the guy made a strangled noise Marcus didn't blink then I'll break your legs silence then Marcus continued his voice impossibly calm I'll make sure you never speak again the guy's face turned red his friends were frozen too scared to intervene finally after what felt like an eternity Marcus released him the man stumbled back coughing avoiding Marcus's gaze as he motioned for his friends to leave they didn't hesitate the second they were gone I let out a shaky breath my hands were still clenched into fists my whole body tense I turned to
Marcus unsure what to say but before I could speak he was in front of me close too close you don't go anywhere alone his voice was low rough I nodded I wasn't about to argue but then he reached out his hand brushed against my jaw just a quick touch barely there but it lingered I sucked in a breath my heart slamming against my ribs Marcus's gaze flickered to my lips for half a second so fast I almost missed it then then just as quickly he stepped back the moment was gone but the damage had already
been done because now I wasn't just afraid of the other inmates I was afraid of what Marcus Johnson was doing to me and worse I wasn't sure I wanted it to stop that night Marcus didn't push he didn't say another word but his presence was enough I could feel him sitting on the lower bunk his body still his breathing steady he was giving me space letting me choose but was there even a choice I turned over staring at the ceiling I knew the answer the next day everything felt different Marcus didn't hover but he was
always there his eyes followed me his presence wrapped around me like a silent warning to anyone else and I I didn't hate it I hated that I didn't hate it because in this place belonging to someone meant survival and somehow I had become his it happened after lights out the cell was dark but I could feel him close too close I turned and before I could think before I could stop myself I moved toward him I didn't speak neither did he words weren't needed Marcus reached for me his grip firm claiming without asking because he
already knew the answer and when our bodies finally touched when his heat surrounded me I realized something terrifying I wasn't afraid anymore because for the first time since I got here I felt safe and that scared me more than anything else
