"Rich girl? Here, you are a piece of garbage."
The pain was so intense I almost passed out, but I clenched my teeth without a single groan.
I knew showing weakness would mean endless suffering.
In my previous life, Freya had been bullied to death precisely because she was too meek.
"Throw her bedding next to the toilet," Robin ordered.
That spot was the filthiest, most foul-smelling place.
I silently got up, picked up my bedding, and moved to the toilet.
At night, when everyone slept, I lay on the icy floor, inhaling the pungent stench, staring wide-eyed until dawn.
I told myself, 'Ava, you've already died once—what's left to fear?'
In the following days, Robin devised various torments: ice-cold showers, dumping my meals, and forcing me to clean the entire cell alone...
I didn't
