Chapter 49
The prison was quieter at night, but silence in a place like this was never peace—it was tension. A lull before a scream. Sasha was alone in the hallway just outside the laundry wing, hauling a sack of linen, when three guards rounded the corner. Not just any guards—these were the ones who watched too long, grinned too wide, and always stood just a bit too close. “Evening, Silver Fox,” one of them said, voice low and dripping with implication. Sasha didn’t answer. She kept walking, slow and steady. The second guard blocked her path. “In a rush?” he asked. “We figured you might want to… unwind.” She didn’t stop. Her jaw clenched tight enough to pop. The third guard reached for her arm, grabbing it hard. “Feisty one. That’s what makes it fun.” Sasha’s eyes flicked down to his hand on
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