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I have been trapped in this place for all these years while they have been enjoying the lives without me. I wonder how Nana Helen and Henry are right now.do they miss me or have they forgotten about me like everyone else seemed to have. I was prisoner number 218 somehow my name got lost when the third jailor after Philip had arrived, he was new, he didn't know anything about me, he only addressed me as prisoner 218 not like the others who knew who I was, This time I was nothing.

The police arrested me soon after. Zoey kicked me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. "Ronald inhaled smoke and he's still being treated in the hospital! How could you be this vicious? You were trying to burn him alive! "Just wait. This time, I absolutely won't let you off." The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal.

While several started leading the prisoners out of the cells, one stood by the door and fiddled with the key, struggling to find the right key for the lock. Beyond the locked gates, the prisoners were not merely captives; they were broken things. Their skin was a cruised, mottled grey-blue, and their eyes– when they caught hers– were vacant or wild with a frantic senseless energy. The cells were lined with a white powder. “What have they done to you?” she whispered, her voice thick with revulsion. She walked to the end of the hall and turned to look at a young girl. Salvaxe joined her as she looked down at a girl muttering at the wall. She appeared to be exhausted, malnourished and unwell. S

"Why would I be satisfied when the bastard Duke is still alive?" He strikes his hand on the wall beside Amerie's head, causing her to flinch and turn away. "And guess who freed that man from my cell?" She was deafeningly quiet, cold sweat dripping down her back as she noticed something near her neck, mirroring her face in the darkness. She swallowed the hard lump forming on her throat as her heartbeat became erratic. "Want to guess who it is, my songbird?" Amerie kept her mouth closed. This ticks off Keres as he grabbed Amerie's jaw and forcefully made her look at him.

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."

Gang leaders were always alone to commit their atrocities in peace. "I want her in my cell," I said in a firm tone. "She's busy," said P2, without being shaken. "Get another whore.” "I want this one," I insisted, cracking my jaw. P2 gave a low giggle. He evaluated me from head to toe. Some information passed through his mind, because his eyes shone with cruel fun. He just shrugged, turning his back on me. The woman got up, staggering and putting her hands on her head. I held her by the shoulders, guiding her out of the cell. P2 was still watching me when I walked down the hallway to my own cell.

Tendra Pov . I felt a very heavy pouched landed on my cheek and that send me flying to the floor , Accompany by another hard one immediately my butt landed on the floor ,the next thing I heard was a side talk between the Prisoners. "I thought she is a special guest in the pack ?"A deep female voiced said , Accompany by an evil laughter from the rest of the prison mate . "She is definitely a whore ,At her own prime "Another voiced speak from behind me , accompany by another thunderous slapped from of the prison mate .

You got that? A handmade leather whip lashed his bare ass hard, ‘Yes, yes Sir.’ He yelped but the whipping did not stop, ‘Come on man I am sure your little slaves did not make such a fuss so quickly.’ The Prisoner sneered bringing the whip down harder, when he had done the ‘Master’s’ ass, legs and back were crisscrossed with dark red welts and he was whimpering in pain. They were not finished with him though, ‘Right boys, time to break our new little bitch in, get lined up now.’

The second cell, the third, and all the way up to the sixth cell he was not happy. Prince Aldridge felt frustrated but held his frustration and composed himself. They reached the seventh cell where a prisoner was sitting on the floor in the middle of the cell with his legs crossed. His arms were bound behind his back and had an iron collar around his neck with five chains chained to it which were attached to the wall.

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~