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    “I can’t ept this… I can’t ept this…”


    She raged like a woman possessed, sweeping her meal from the table.


    “Why Harlee and not me? I hail from the esteemed Morgan family, while Harlee is nothing but a country bumpkin…”


    Beside Lindsay sat another inmate, Ana, who abruptly grabbed Lindsay’s hair and smashed her face against the filthy table.


    “Who’s the madwoman disrupting my meal? Oh, it’s the Morgan family’s precious flower…”


    Ana, the leader in Block A, was an inmate serving a life sentence, known as the most terrifying figure in the entire area.


    Fearless of additional charges or repercussions, she dealt swiftly with any challenges.


    Anyone who dared to challenge her would quickly face harsh retaliation, which was why so few were willing to confront her head-on.


    Ana’s life before prison had been marred by nearly a decade of domestic violence, which ended when she retaliated by ughtering her husband’s family.


    Her pent-up anger manifested horrifyingly through dismemberment. She battered her inws until fatigue set in, and then methodically cut their flesh with calm precision. When discovery loomed, she cut their throats.


    Before the police could intervene, Ana had nned to end her own life.


    However, as she positioned the knife at her throat, a thought struck her.


    Why should she die alongside those monsters? She had a decade of documented domestic abuse, and she had incinerated their bodies, erasing any trace of her deeds. The court would likely rule it as self-defense, which could lead to a life sentence at most.


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    Thus, she lowered the knife.


    The authorities were aware of Ana’s violent actions but chose not to disclose them, empathizing with her prolonged suffering.


    Being pinned down, Lindsay grabbed a te from the table and struck it against Ana’s head.


    Blood began to trickle down Ana’s forehead, pooling on the table in front of Lindsay.


    At the sight of the crimson liquid, Lindsay’s dark eyes gleamed, now streaked with terrifying crimson veins.


    She mmed the te against Ana’s head again, this time with a force far greater.


    Ana crumpled onto the table, but after enduring countless beatings in the past, the pain registered as little more than a slight irritation. Without showing any sign of distress, Ana grabbed a te and struck it across Lindsay’s face.


    “You bitch! How dare you hit me?”


    Ana unleashed a flurry of kicks and punches at Lindsay, her movements swift and relentless, giving Lindsay no chance to retaliate.


    Before long, Lindsayy sprawled on the floor, semiconscious.


    At that moment, the guards finally made a token effort to reestablish control. They had always harbored a silent resentment toward Lindsay, but orders from higher-ups had tied their hands. Now, with someone else putting Lindsay in her ce, they stood back and did nothing to intervene.


    Curled up on the floor, Lindsay murmured through bloodstained teeth, “I want revenge… I want them to pay…” Her eyes turned a sinister shade of red, her resentment growing deeper with every passing second.


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