*Frisk's POV*

When G had told me his plan, I wanted to puke, cry, scream, laugh, and dance at the same time.

Instead, I just stared at him blankly, his smirk full of rebellious energy.

When I thought about the plan... I realized we had a chance of escaping.

I say we, when G didn't plan for me to get out at all.

But if he was going to use me for what the original plan is, I was going to get out as well.

I was going to escape with him.

Weather he liked it or not.

Full of the excitement and freedom of escape; the disgust and anger of the plan, I just stared at G with shock, waiting for my body to react in some strange way.

Though I didn't, and G took the opportunity to speak.

"Not asking if you're going to do it or not dollface, cause ya don't have much of a choice." He stood up and smirked as he looked at the holes that let in sunlight.

"I've been wanting to get out of here for years. Long, long, years."

I added that fact to my puzzle of G, and I tucked it away as I watched him, almost eager to do the plan.

Could I escape with him?

Make it out alive and start a new?

More interest filled me, yet I stayed silent.

Finally taking the chance, I spoke up, trying to get rid of all the flaws with our plan, "Wont they be more cautious since you tried to escape last night?"

"Heh," He looked at me with eyes full of the same eagerness I felt in my chest and stomach, "They wont care. They just place a guard in front of our cell... that's where you come in."

Shivers tickled me as I remembered G's words, "Any guy would love a sexy woman to give him a little grind."

G just chuckled at my shiver and sat down on the bed again, as if he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Just tonight doll, then I'm outta your hair."

That thought made me smile wide, filling me with the images of my life without G and his pathetic smirk.

The plan seemed too good to be true.

Doubt clouded my thoughts and I wondered what would happen if the plan didn't work.

Would G accuse me?

Would he still hurt me?

All these thoughts gave me a chill, and a 50-50 percent chance of yes and no.

Then it turned to 100 when I realized I didn't have a choice.

Food hours came quickly, and to my relief, G didn't come near me.

Finally he was sick of me enough to leave me alone for at least an hour.

The plan was all I could think about.

I thought about how I would pull off my part, how I would act, move, talk, think, everything seemed to fall into place when I thought about it. 

It seemed almost simple, the layout of the plan.

Yet I knew that there would be some sort of flaw, a struggle that would drag the plan into flames.

No, I shoved those thoughts aside and continued to think of what I would do.

G's stone, killer, glare was my motivation.

After breakfast, we were back in our cell.

The hours seemed to pass like days, and the silence was filled with soft and tense breathing.

Yard hours came, and to my relief, no one gave me a glance.

G beat a few people, but luckily it wasn't me.

I was safe, and I tried not to glance at him while he beat others, or pumped weights.

Why did that interest me so much?

When I felt my face heat up I quickly went to the wall, pealing at the paint to distract myself.

Next was lunch, and it passed just like breakfast: Long, boring, full of thoughts on the plan.

The day didn't seem to ever end, yet when G and I were in our cell, the light fading from the holes, I wanted it to last longer.

There was no way I was ready to do this.

Even with all the preparation I did for myself, I felt like I was missing pieces that could mess it all up.

I had no time to think when G suddenly smirked and said, "... ready goodie-to-shoe-slut?"

I wanted to scream no, I wanted to shake my head and beg him that I couldn't do it; though I knew that would just kill me faster then the plan that was sure to fail.

Except G didn't give me any time to answer as he laid on the bed and shut his eyes.

I had to admit, he was quite the actor.

The way he laid motionless, his breathing soft, his face softened and his bones not as tense... It almost tricked me into believing he was actually asleep and left me to do this on my own.

Ignoring G's trickery skills, I took a deep breath to prepare myself.

After this there would be no more G.

No more bullying, fear, beating, screaming, nothing.

A new start.

With these thoughts in my head, I filled with determination and walked to the door to start the plan.

I knocked on the door three times, trying to make myself feel like a dainty weak girl.

One thing I knew I was not.

I was not a slut.

The regret was close, I felt it teasing me and nipping at my ankles.

Ignoring it, which I should have learned not to do by then, I knocked again  until the slot ripped open to reveal the eyes of the guard.

Putting on my most innocent look, I stared into them with my brown eyes wide and fluttery.

The guard stared at me and I was proud of myself for unzipping the front of my jumpsuit half way before the plan started.

His eyes stared at my chest, and I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. 

"What do you.. uh, need...?" He asked, trying to keep his tone strong.

I almost laughed at his weakness, and at how the plan was already working so well. 

Instead I put one hand behind my back and twirled my hair with my finger, the look on my face not loosing an inch off character.

Even though I knew I was nothing of an actor compared to G, I said in a timid voice, "Oh... I was just lonely... needed some company..." 

With short wink, I smiled softly at him and watched as his eyes widened.

When he said, "Well... I see you uh, got some company... what about that fellow?" I knew he was trying to stay strong.

Yet he was falling right into our trap.

"I don't worry about him," I said softly, batting my eyelashes a bit, a sick feeling in my stomach as I continued, "I wanted a real man..."

Any man who knew G, also knew that being compared to him was like finding gold in a crowd of people.

Then I heard G stifle a laugh and I could feel my heart skip a beat and my face redden worse.

I had almost forgotten he was there, and still awake when I quickly said to cover his laugh, "He's asleep anyway, he wont know."

The words almost felt rushed to me, and I wanted to strangle G for messing up my concentration.

Though I didn't have to, because the guard took another look at my chest then opened the door.

Unbelievable.

G was right about what a guy wanted, and I stepped back so I could let the guard walk in, which he did quite briskly.

I stepped back to the corner of the room, the one I pealed at the paint, the one I cowered from G, the one that felt much more comfortable then snuggling up to G on the bed.

Or so I thought.

The guard followed me and I felt his hands grip my sides, his eyes staring at me with a dark hunger that filled me with fear,

Then I saw G, making his move.

He slipped from the bed and headed to the door.

'This is my chance,' I told myself, letting the guard move closer, 'I have to move now, this will be the regret if you don't go!'

I believed it, and shoved the guard off me as I ran to the door, G's head glancing back at me with shock.

"What are ya doing?!" He whisper yelled angrily while the guard tried to process what was happening.

He looked at us, both of us staring like deer in headlights.

When he grabbed out his gun G lunged forward and punched the guard so hard, all I could see was the blood that splattered from his nose.

Then I saw his body collapse to the ground.

G rushed out the door and I rushed after him, just as he shut the cell door.

I watched as anger filled his eyes, and my mind was blank on what to do or think.

Did I really expect to make it that far?

Before G could react, we heard the tangle of keys and the footsteps of another guard.

Down the cell hallway, there was another hall that spread through the whole prison I was sure.

That's when I could see a guard walking, peaking in the cell hallway.

G grabbed me with sharp swift movements and pressed me to the dark corner, his body pressed tightly against me which made my face heat up and my spine shiver.

I stayed silent, knowing he was trying to hide from the guard that checked the hall, his footsteps still passing as he walked.

G breathed softly, and his chest pressed against me with each slow breath.

I held my own breath, and forced myself to stay tightly against the wall.

Finally, after what felt like hours which was only a few seconds, the guard passed by peacefully.

That's when G growled low in my ear.

"Why the hell did ya do that?" He growled in a quiet yet stern voice.

"I'm getting out too," I whispered back, feeling his breath against my ear as I let out one soft breath to speak, "You wont make it past most guards without me I'm sure, unless you got some girl hidden in your bones."

He growled again and I fought a shiver, determined to make myself confident.

"Don't ya wanna be rid of me?" He rasped in anger.

"Of course I do!" I growled back, still trying to keep quiet, afraid that any second the chief would appear down the hall and catch us both, "But I don't want to be here any more then you do. So I'm escaping with you. And then we never have to see each other again. If you go out on your own, and come back, we'll be back together in that sickly cell, staring in the empty silence and the tense fear."

He stayed silent, the only sound was our soft breathing and the beating of my pulse that raced through me.

"... Fine..." He mumbled.

I almost cried for joy, but instead I just nodded once and let out a long breath.

"But you're going to do everything I say... got it?"

Even though I was hesitant, I nodded again.

I was desperate to do anything, just so I could escape.

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A/N: YA ANOTHER ONE!

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