Chapter 52
The flickering fluorescent lights cast a dim, uneasy glow over the cellblock. Alicia stood just outside the laundry bay, her hands trembling—not from fear, but from anticipation. In her coat pocket, the small syringe nestled like a loaded weapon. She’d practiced the angle, the depth—just under the jawline, along the carotid artery. Fast, clean, silent. If that failed… the blade was tucked into the inside waistband of her prison-issued pants. Plan B. A slice deep enough to sever the artery would bleed out Gina in under ninety seconds. Everything depended on timing. She had her mark—a lazy, corrupt guard who’d earned a reputation for pushing inmates too far. Alicia watched as he barked at a young girl for taking too long folding sheets. The girl barely reacted, shrinking under his voice.
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