nche Capra’s life in the guardhouse could not be described as agonizing, that level was too light.


    She was in there, and it was worse than death.


    In this ce where the sun does not shine, all the female inmates lead a mechanical life, being woken up by the guards at a fixed time, getting up to make their beds, given only a little time to wash up, and then going to stand in line to get their breakfast.


    There is no need to dress up here, not to mention theck of conditions and the fact that no one would look at them if they did.


    If you want to spend your life in prison with a dirty face, the guards won’t stop you.


    Everyone repeats the same actions, just like a factory assembly line product.


    The work wasn’t easy or difficult, it was knitting, and every day you had to finish one piece of clothing, or at least half of it if you didn’t have any.


    There was no TV, no magazines or newspapers, no one knew what was going on outside or what changes the family was going through.


    Waking up at six, they had to be in bed by nine, the prison was dark, and the cold dampness of the long years without sunlight prated their bodies through the thin quilts.


    If theyplete their work and do well, inmates are able to apply for some money to buy necessities, or they can have their families bring them over, and there are more opportunities for family members to visit the inmates.


    nche Capra was originally ordered to get a haircut because of her long hair, but was opposed by the other inmates because they had to apply to get a haircut once and had to apply to get one, so they couldn’t cheapen nche Capra.


    She just somehow got away with it.


    On her first day in, everyone acted friendly to her, giving nche Capra the mistaken impression that the rest of her life wasn’t too miserable.


    She’s too young for that to be true, and soon the inmates show their ugly true colors.


    It hadn’t been long since she’d been there, and nche Capra had gotten used to waking up every day to fold the covers, when she inadvertently touched the pillow and her hand stung.


    The tip of her finger was bleeding from something sharp, but fortunately it wasn’t deep.


    nche Capra looked around before she saw the long needle on the pillow, a long needle specially customized for embroidery on the bed.


    She hadn’t dared to think much of it and returned the needle to the opposite bed, “I think you left something with me.”


    “Ohhh, I was just looking for it, thank you.” The opposite bed shed a smile, yet underneath her eyes was all displeasure.


    As if she was disappointed that she didn’t zap nche Capra in the head.


    It dawned on nche Capra that all the peace in prison was just an illusion.


    If she was a murderer or a robber, she would be feared, but an economic criminal was at the bottom of the food chain, anyone could bully her, and even the guards would turn a blind eye.


    Not to mention that nche Capra is good looking and has a great body, and women’s jealousy is a horrible thing in the extreme.


    nche Capra was brushing her teeth when she saw a needle in her toothbrush, and if she hadn’t been paying attention, she would have a mouth full of blood by now.


    Then the bullying got worse – nails in her slippers, glue in her shampoo, disinfectant in her body wash.


    If nche Capra hadn’t dodged them, she’d have rotten skin by now.


    They also put dead cockroaches in nche Capra’s food when she wasn’t looking. She couldn’t dodge them and bit into them, but when she chewed on them, she vomited all over the table, which caused a lot ofughter and a lecture from the guards.


    After that, she went to the restroom and threw up a few more times.


    This was all just a small gesture, but when nche Capra still looked like she had no intention of joining their gang, they began to make things worse for her.


    Locking her in the restroom and not letting her out until nighttime for three days, nche Capra nearly starved herself to death in there, and no matter how much she called for help, there was someone outside who wouldn’t open the door for her.


    Taking advantage of the lunch break, several people forcefully escorted nche Capra to the restroom and held her head down into the sink, the inside of which hadn’t been cleaned for a long time and was covered with moss, and the water in the sink had been circting for who knows how many days, and was already cloudy.


    The toilet might even be cleaner than the sink.


    nche Capra naturally twisted her head to struggle, but they just refused to let go, while also ridiculing her, “Don’t think that you are the big president before here is superior, here, all have to listen to us, you have to be good, will not be like this.”This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.


    The original also knew that she was previously the president of THE Charlie Group, it seems that the prison is not so ill-informed.


    nche Capra pretended to have given up struggling, and as soon as they let go, she looked up from the sink without even ncing at them, went to the cold water area to rinse off and left.


    In nche Capra’s eyes, they made her sick to look at, not to mention bow down and submit.


    Life in prison was already boring, and after a long time in here, people’s tempers could be entric and easily provoked.


    nche Capra’s disdainful attitudepletely enraged them.


    At nine o’clock at night, lights out.


    The inmates, except nche Capra, as if by agreement, got out of bed at this hour and went to nche Capra, who was lying down exhausted.


    Whoever of them had bribed their way into getting a shlight, the light of which was now shining directly into nche Capra’s eyes, preventing her from sleeping peacefully.


    nche Capra had to open her eyes and squint, blocking most of the light with her arm, “What do you want?”


    She knew they were going to do something bad again, but she didn’t expect it to hit so hard this time.


    They dragged nche Capra off the bed without saying a word, nche Capra looked at them with their teeth and ws, she lost her mind and took a few steps back until she was at the corner of the bed and the wall.


    She waspletely surrounded.


    A middle-aged woman standing in the middle of the group brandished a leather whip and sneered, “Let you know what happens when you belittle us.”


    When had she ever belittled them?


    Wasn’t it just that she wasn’t willing to participate in bullying a little girl who came in after her.


    “Strip her of her clothes!”


    “What!” nche Capra’s eyes widened as she couldn’t believe she was being treated like this, or that they were doing this to her as a fellow female.


    Three or five hands came together and nche Capra desperately fought back, but to no avail, she was still stripped of her prison uniform and had her underwear removed.


    For the first time in prison nche Capra cried because she was bullied, she curled up in a ball and cried with a hoarse voice, “What did I do wrong for you to do this to me?”


    “It’s the fact that you didn’t do anything that makes you angry.”


    That middle-aged woman appeared to be the big sister in the prison, a mocking smile on her face the whole time, “No one is clean here, what kind of innocence are you trying to pretend.”


    “That’s right, the more I see, the more unpleasant it gets.”


    Seeing the crowd agreeing with her, nche Capra gave up on trying to reason her way out of the situation and had to turn around and turn her bare back outward to protect her chest in the space she could move in.


    It was okay to hurt her, never touch her children or she would never let them go.


    Despite Big Sister’s efforts to have nche Capra turned around, she resisted with brute strength from who knows where.


    She had no choice but to get her hands on her, squeezing her arms and thighs as hard as she could, leaving bruises all over her body.


    nche Capra gritted her teeth and didn’t scream.


    This pain was nothingpared to the suffering she had endured over the years.