Deborah sneered and grabbed Lise by the hair.

“What an ungrateful daughter. And I despise ungratefulness. Ladies, teach her a lesson.” The group that had been attacking Sharon now turned their attention to Lise.

Lise retreated, begging, “Please, Deborah, I’ll do anything, just don’t hit me.”

In this prison, female inmates, especially those convicted of murder, were rare but typically the most hardened. Such inmates were often overlooked by the guards, allowing Deborah to exert her cruel influence unchecked.

Her followers had spent so much time with her that they had developed a habit of bullying others. Outside, they would have been arrested for such behavior, but in prison, no one took notice, which only made them more reckless.

Sharon, despite the agony, tried to rise and intervene to save Lise, attempting to push the attackers away. But the beating continued, directed at both of them.

When the violence finally ceased, Lise was left gasping for air, too injured to speak. Both Sharon and Lise lay on the floor, bruised and bleeding.

As Deborah and her group left the bathroom, they spat on Lise.

“Bitch, let’s see how you seduce men now! Pah!”

In that moment, Lise’s hatred for Katelyn soared. She swore that if she ever escaped this nightmare, she would seek revenge.

Two hours later, Lise began to regain some semblance of control over her emotions. Then, the bell rang, signaling the start of the work period. Despite their injuries, they were still expected to work. Failure to do so would only bring more punishment from the guards.

Lise and Sharon, once accustomed to lives of luxury, had never before engaged in hard labor. Deborah and her gang promptly headed off to their tasks at the sound of the bell. Lise and Sharon, in agonizing pain, tried to follow but fell to the ground several times, indicating the severity of their injuries.

A guard noticed the mother and daughter still lingering and, anger rising, shouted, “Move along, unless you want to get more beating!” Lise took slow, painful steps, gritting her teeth through the discomfort.

“I’m in so much pain. Can I rest or see a doctor?”

Sharon nodded in agreement and said, “Yes, my daughter is too injured to work.”

The guard scoffed, lifted her baton, and struck Lise forcefully.

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The muffled thud of a baton connecting with flesh echoed through the cold, humid air. Lise’s scream shattered the quiet, a sharp contrast to the somber atmosphere. Her body, already bruised and battered, quivered under the new pain, gasping for breath as if her very spirit shuddered with fear.

The prison guard’s voice cut through the tension, cold and inflexible.

“There’s no bargaining here. Choose, work outside or endure more beatings here.”

There was no third option available.

Sharon’s gaze flicked towards the baton clenched in the guard’s hand. She hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, we’ll go right away!”

She understood the stark reality: to refuse was to face death. In this place, the concept of human rights was a faded, distant memory.

Tears streamed down Lise’s cheeks, despair weighing on her heart, more burdensome than any physical load she had ever endured. She had anticipated a tough time in prison, but never had she envisioned it breaking her spirit and body, stopping her will to live.

With gritted teeth, Sharon steadied herself against the pain and stooped to assist Lise. They crawled towards the door, each step a testament to their suffering.

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