Chapter 618
The watchful eyes of the other inmates made her feel a bit scared.
“You’ll be staying here with them,” the prison guard announced, opening a door.
Inside, about eight burly women lounged on beds. Their gazes were more menacing and unnerving than anyone Zola had encountered before.
Instinctively, Zola turned to flee, but the guard shoved her inside.
She fell awkwardly, pain shooting through her body.
“Hey, newbie, fetch me some water to wash my feet!” A group of prisoners surrounded a short-haired woman. The woman, her neck adorned with tattoos, clearly commanded authority.
Still in pain, Zola didn’t respond immediately. One of the women quickly walked over and slapped her across the face. “Boss is talking to you!”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Zola cried out, clutching her face. “This is a prison; there are laws—ouch!”
Before she could finish, a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen. Several women crowded around, landing blows on her.
Half an hour later, bruised and limping, Zola fetched a basin of water. She was forced to squat and wash the boss’s feet.
As soon as Zola finished, the short-haired woman grabbed her hair and shoved her onto the bed. The others poured the filthy water from the basin into her mouth.
The rancid smell made Zola gag, but she couldn’t move. She retched, but each time she opened her mouth, more dirty water was forced in.
After what felt like an eternity, the torture finally stopped. Zola was soaked, her clothes clinging to her.
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“Didn’t we agree that if I accepted you as my boss and followed your orders, you wouldn’t bully me?” Zola asked.
The short-haired woman laughed loudly. “Don’t you get it? We’re targeting you. You’ll suffer for two years here. Someone must hate you so much to ask me and my people to torture you. You know, no one has ever gotten out of my hands alive. But the person who sent you to me asked that I keep you alive for the two years you’re here.”
Zola felt a cold dread settle in. She felt as if she had descended into her own personal hell.
Meanwhile, Milford was placed in a private cell, and the guard brought him books. Among the books was a new one, freshly opened. Milford turned to the first page and saw the familiar handwriting.
“If you survive, you’ll emerge stronger.”
Eileen had Zola’s phone. At three in the afternoon, during a meeting, she received a message on Zola’s phone.
“What’s going on with Eileen lately?”
The message was from Travis.
Eileen stood up abruptly and addressed the room, “Let’s take a thirty-minute break.”
She reviewed the chat history between Travis and Zola multiple times before replying in Zola’s tone.
“Bryan is still alive. He and his people seem to be looking for you.”
After a while, Travis responded, “Finding me isn’t hard, but they’ll likely overthink it.”
Eileen took a screenshot of the chat and sent it to Bryan.