Patricia narrowed her eyes. "Chosen for what? Am behind bars? How's that possible?"
Margrita laughed softly, the sound reverberating against the dull walls of the room.
"A life beyond these bars. This is a trap woven by the very person you once harboured at you home—the formidable Rosemary. She's kept you here, shackled by her influence."
Magritta was trying hard to put all blames on Elisa, that way, Ms Patricia may become her pawn when time comes.
"Rosemary, I'm gonna make you pay for this!" Patricia muttered under her breath, her voice laced with an iron resolve.
The bruises that colored her face were a testament to the harshness of her new reality, each one a reminder of the other inmates who viewed her as a fragile target, someone to be toyed with.
A shiver ran down her spine as memories flooded her mind—the cruel laughter, the taunts, the feeling of helplessness.
