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Chapter 7

  • "Get up, and go make breakfast." The woman with short hair grabbed Elena's hair and yanked her down.
  • So, Elena fell off the bed, her knee hitting the bed frame. The sheer pain of it nearly caused tears to stream down her face.
  • Still, she went to the kitchen at the end of the cell block and saw that someone was already preparing ingredients.
  • "New here?" A fat woman pointed to the potatoes in the corner. "Peel those."
  • Elena picked up the peeler, but as soon as she started to peel a potato, she cut her finger.
  • A drop of blood instantly fell on the potato before she could quickly put her finger in her mouth.
  • "Useless." The fat woman gave her a disdainful look and snatched the potato from her hand. "Go start the fire."
  • The flames on the stove shot up high. When Elena added wood, sparks splattered on her hands, leaving a few small red marks.
  • She recoiled her hand but continued to add more wood swiftly.
  • By the time breakfast was ready, it was just dawn.
  • She carried the food back to the cell, but as she turned the corner in the corridor, someone bumped into her.
  • The food spilled all over the floor, and soup splattered on the other person's prison uniform.
  • "Are you blind?" The person grabbed her collar and raised their hand to hit her.
  • "Don't hit..." Elena quickly raised her hand to protect her face. "I'll compensate you... I'll make it up to you."
  • "Compensate? How will you compensate?" The person pushed Elena's hand away and slapped her across the face.
  • Elena covered her face again as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
  • At that moment, Gloria walked over. She looked at the mess on the floor and then at Elena. "What's going on?"
  • "She spilled my food!" the person shouted.
  • Gloria didn't say anything and just continued staring at Elena.
  • Elena then bit her lower lip. "I'll make it up to her."
  • "Make it up?" Gloria chuckled. "The rule here is: if you break something, you'll be punished."
  • She then pointed to the mop in the corner. "Mop the corridor ten times. Do it now."
  • Elena picked up the mop, but after just two steps, the pain in her waist made it impossible to stand up straight.
  • She leaned against the wall, gasping for air. Still, after a moment, she continued to mop.
  • By the fifth time, she couldn't bear it any longer, leaning against the wall and sliding to the ground.
  • The wound on her forehead reopened, and blood flowed down her neck.
  • "Dare to slack off?" Gloria's voice came from behind, and Elena turned to see Gloria holding a wooden stick.
  • Then, without warning, the stick hit Elena's back, causing her to tremble in pain.
  • "I wasn't slacking off," she choked out. "I really couldn't bear it anymore..."
  • The daily abuse was becoming unbearable, and Elena didn't know how much longer she could endure this. She couldn't see any hope in sight.
  • "Even if you can't bear it anymore, you have to bear it!" Gloria hit Elena again. "The people outside said they want you to suffer more than death every day."
  • Elena suddenly stopped struggling, not even reacting when the stick fell on her.
  • Seeing her still, Gloria kicked her. "Keep dawdling, but if you don't finish, don't expect to eat."
  • Elena slowly got up and picked up the mop again.
  • She looked at her reflection on the corridor floor, which was spotless and gleaming from mopping, and burst out laughing.
  • As she laughed, tears started to fall.
  • With the mop that was leaving red marks on her palms, she dragged her heavy feet back to the cell, where the guard was waiting at the door.
  • "7348, someone is here to visit."
  • Elena froze, loosening her grip on the mop handle.
  • Everyone in the cell looked over, and Gloria raised an eyebrow and smirked mockingly. "Oh, someone's here to see you, you waste of space?"
  • Ignoring her, Elena followed the guard to the visiting room.
  • The cold wind blew into the collar of her shirt, making her shiver.
  • Her ribs still hurt, every step pulling at a dull ache, while the wound on her forehead that had recently scabbed over tightened whenever she moved.
  • The visiting room was separated by a glass partition, and as Elena sat down, she saw the person on the other side, her heart suddenly constricting.