Maryanne's pov
We reached my cell and with his key King opened the door and stepped in. I was right on his heels and went in after him.
As he was looking around the small cell carefully I fidget with the syringe in my pocket. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
I am not wrong. I have every reason to do this and it's nothing wrong.
Then why do I feel like I was committing a crime? Like was betraying someone?
I shook my head and pressed my thumb to the pump of the syringe. I had already filled it with the vile and now only the execution of the plan remained.
"I don't see anything wrong. If you feel like someone is still watching you, I'll ask an officer to stay outside your cell." He said and began to turn. I pressed my lips tight and in a stiff motion pressed the needle betw
