From Prison Cell To Billionaire's Target

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d, pointing to a cold tile flo

She stood naked, shivering violently under the harsh fluorescent

cheap, silver ring off her finger-a birthda

ht orange jumpsuit. It smelled l

guard barked, pus

ne. She was jus

into a crowded holding cell. The heavy iron bars slammed s

l went dead silent. They looked at her the wa

walking toward an empty pat

Her knees scraped against the rough concrete, tearing the skin. S

epped into her

neck and arms covered in faded prison tattoos sto

ammed the toe of her boot under Do

melling like rotting teeth. "Heard you use

keeping her mouth shut. Any w

ou deaf? Or do you think w

icked her

psuit. They dragged her across the floor, her boots kicking uselessly, s

s chest. She thrashed wildl

f her neck and slammed he

agged, her lungs screaming for air. She kicked her legs, her hands

ted to go black, they y

g violently, vomiting up the foul water. Her c

out and patted Dorothea's wet, tangled hair. H

ed right into her ear. "Someone paid a lot of mon

ody went com

with malice, "to make sure every single day is

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ed knife twisting dir

He had used his endless wealth to reach inside the prison w

ed of hope Dorothea had left f

ring blankly at the rusted pipes under the sink. Something inside her chest