A few minutes later
6:46 p.m.
I slip my phone into my pocket after showing the video of the illegal fights to the warden.
He doesn’t seem surprised by what he saw—more surprised that I know about it, and especially that I have proof.
He knew about their little schemes. He was probably part of it.
"This isn’t what you think, miss."
"Oh yeah? Looks to me like illegal fights between inmates."
"I can explain everything."
"Explain what? That your guards are f*****g pigs and would-be rapists?!"
"Ra–rapists? What do you mean?"
"Why do you think I’m not wearing my uniform top? Those two sons of bitches, Anis and Franck, tore it off trying to r**e me!"
He suddenly stands up and walks around his desk to face me. He pretends to be genuinely shocked and concerned.
But I know it’s all just
