Chapter 46
The silence in maximum security wasn’t the peaceful kind—it was the kind that stalked you, whispered threats in every shadow, and dared you to breathe too loudly. Sasha had been there less than twenty-four hours, and already the place reeked of rot—human, moral, and something far worse. She didn’t flinch when the gang member—a wiry, tattooed woman with teeth filed to sharp points—leaned against the bars of Sasha’s cell with a grin full of poison. “You wanna see Gina?” the woman asked. “You gotta prove yourself first.” Sasha stood up slowly, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. “What kind of proof?” The woman’s grin widened. “There’s a b***h on D-block, name’s Henrietta. Gina wants her gone. Not just gone—she wants her to suffer first. Says the girl’s been mouthing off, calling her a psycho to
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