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It was hard for me to accept the choice given, but there was nothing I could do. Slowly, I found myself adjusting to my fate. I managed to make a few friends in prison, and it felt amazing. One of them was a young, pretty girl named Cindy. She was a year older than me, and somehow we had the same awful fate. Her husband, who was a well known doctor, was caught by her having an affair with her young cousin. Cindy had got mad, and without thinking twice, had a knife in and out of his body repeatedly, making him give up the ghost.

She still had that cocky smile on her face "That's the point, inmates die in prison like snap." I mimick her, "Get stabbed when you're in the shower, sleeping, eating literally anywhere any time. And no, I'm not a goody two shoes. I can and I will make you suffer in the most painful way you can think off if I don't fine Sedar."

His lip was busted and the open wound there looked infected. “That’s exactly how my mom and sister reacted when they saw me,” he said sadly. “That’s not even the worst of it. I have wounds I’ll take to my grave. I have experiences I’ll never be able to bring myself to speak of because I haven’t gotten over them yet. Heck, everything they say about prison is true, especially what happens to ‘pretty boys’. Apparently, prisoners don’t see eye to eye with people who kill children, even though they haven’t been born yet, and word sure does travel fast around here.”

I belonged to him. And now? Now I was nothing. Worse than nothing. Just another warm body in an overcrowded, reeking prison. A number. A lost cause. Not even treated like a person—more like a chew toy tossed into a den of starving dogs. I wasn't just another inmate. I’d become a bitch. Their bitch. Skull's bitch. Voss did this.

I did not look up, hoping that this was some kind of hallucination and the person I actually felt that was here was not actually here. "Brother? You look like the loaded one, compared to what I have been hearing. You look healthier too. Give us some cash, or some food… maybe some drugs, if you have that on you." One of the prisoners said, lowering his voice when he talked about the drugs part. I looked up now and saw that Simon was staring at me, and my blood ran cold. I sat there and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?" He swallowed, stuffing his gages into his pockets. It might seem like a little gesture, but it was something the fucker always did when he was nervous. He would stuff hi

***** PRISON The women sat in the cafeteria, some banging their fist on the table every once in a while trying to get attention, some busy doing sexual acts with their partner under the food stained tables, others were sitting by themselves timidly, some looking all tough, while the rest were gathered at one side whispering to themselves. The door was kicked open and Amanda walked in, dressed in an army uniform. She had half her hair braided while the other looked messy and uncombed. There were piercings and tattoos over her face, her cold eyes scanned the room, looking at the faces of each convict, daring them to do something to offend her. She smirked at the attention she had gotten with h

He resembled a lizard. And there sat sweet ole Jennifer, at five foot four, one hundred and ninety-one pounds with her chubby thighs, broad hips, huge breasts, and a fat ass. She had a Lean Cuisine dinner on her desk, glaring at Edwards. He smirked wanting to give her the finger, but kept on walking toward the surveillance room. Down the hall, Edwards passed prison cells mostly convicts, the repeat offenders, murderers, drug violators, all asleep, except for Wally Hanes. Damn, the fellow never sleeps!

“Call it crazy all you want. But watch me. Watch me when I’m out of here. Piper will regret the day she crossed me. She’ll wish she never laid eyes on Rowan.” The silence that followed was heavy. No one dared to laugh anymore. They’d seen enough of me in the last few months to know I wasn’t just talking. At first, when I came into this prison, I was treated like a joke. The glamorous model in orange clothes. The tabloids mocked me, and the inmates thought I was weak. For a while, I was. I remember the beatings, the stolen food, the insults thrown my way. I remember crying silently in my bunk, hating myself for ever ending up here.

Marissa (Lucia) POV “Ma’am Miss Prissy would like to see you,” my assistant walked in. I will just entertain her “Let her in,” I said. Prissy walked in immediately after my assistant called her in. “Prissy,” “You knew, didn't you?,” Prissy asked. “Knew what?,” I asked confusedly, she walked closer to both stopped I smirked and I saw that fear in her eyes. “You are evil, you let her scam me out of my money!,” Prissy screamed.

I just take my food from him and go back deeper into my cell to eat it. I expect to see Mason walking toward my door; instead, I see women. They’re three of them. The one in front opens my cell door, and they all walk inside. The two behind grab my hands and make me kneel. They spread my hands wide as the one who opened my cell walks toward me with a needle in her hand. I can't see clearly, but I’m sure it's silver inside the syringe. I struggle to free my hands from the two women holding me, but I’m unable to. The leader finds a vein in my left hand and wastes no time injecting me.