Chapter 4 Pregnancy

　　Before I was locked in, my hair was cut short until ear-length.

　　A set of prison uniform was handed to me. The moment the shackles were put on I soon realized that my life … is really over...

　　No matter how glamorous you used to be…none of those matters now…

　　The number 1203 became my code name.

　　\"1203, you will live in this room from now on.\"

　　This is like a high school dormitory in the 1990s, with four bunk beds in a room of a few square meters which would accommodate eight prisoners.

　　“Yollie Mu?”

　　I heard someone directing the question to me and I nodded subconsciously. In a matter of seconds I noticed the group gathered around me.

　　They were older than me and and robust in shape with vicious looks in their eyes.

　　\"Come here...\"

　　I don\'t know who gave the order. Unaware of what’s coming, a fist hit me in the stomach.

　　Turning around quickly and holding on to the iron gate I screamed, \"Help...help…someone wants to kill me.\"

　　But no matter how I kept on banging the iron grills, the guards ears just turned deaf.

　　Only then did I come to understand that a condemned prisoner who is destined to die has no human rights here.

　　Realizing that no help is coming, I curled myself and squatted on the ground with both hands protecting my head.

　　No matter how hard life is now, I want to survive.

　　The truth will always come out.

　　\"Did you kill someone?\" Coming from a voice in the group.

　　\"Someone has sent a message to treat her well and not to kill her at once but just torture her slowly.\"

　　Lester Ye, if that was you, then I’m sorry! But I am more than ready to face these challenges…I never give up easily!

　　No matter how hard life is in here…even it means stepping on thorns…walking a bloody road.

　　I want to live--I want to survive---

　　One day...Two days...Three days...Four days...

　　Being hungry and beaten become common in this place, where dignity is trampled into mud. Even death becomes a luxury but still I want to live. Live to reverse the case…live…and let Corrina Mu\'s deeds be known to the world.

　　This beliefs give me the strength and the will to fight. Without it, I am afraid I will not be able to sustain it.

　　On the seventh day, my body finally couldn\'t hold on any longer and the long-term hunger and beating made me faint with exhaustion.

　　At that moment, I actually felt a weird feeling of being relieved.

　　………………

　　The tip of the nose is full of the smell of disinfectant. Where is this? Before I could recognize the situation, I heard a familiar voice.

　　The voice had a tyrannical aura that couldn\'t be hidden and the tone was dark and dangerous, \"Check again.\"

　　I opened my eyes in a daze and saw Lester Ye staring at a doctor in a white robe with anger on his face.

　　The doctor said intermittently, \"Yes...yes, I checked it three times and she is indeed pregnant. The baby is about two weeks now.\"

　　Pregnant……

　　I\'m pregnant? My brain that was just awakened can be compared to a jammed videotape that I couldn\'t get back to myself for a long time.

　　\"But if it progresses, her body is not suitable for pregnancy...\"

　　I heard Lester Ye say this to the doctor in a low voice.

　　My hands and feet suddenly became cold. Facing his hatred towards me makes my heart bleed with a knife pierced into it.

　　But now I dare not show it at all or even let him find out that I have woken up.

　　\"But she has a severe anemia now. It will be too dangerous for her if she has a miscarriage.\" The doctor hesitantly explained.

　　Hearing what the doctor said, he sneered, \"A death row prisoner does not need to have a healthy body.\"