easured in days. It

ick glob of spit slid down the side of her mashed potatoes. She picked up her plastic s

sheet when Rhonda walked by. Rhonda grabbed the heavy, industrial steam iron and d

she tried to show the guard the blistering, oozing burn, the guard hit her

lack, choking smoke poured into the cell block from a fir

had shared her food once-screaming in the corner. Dorothea crawled on her hands and knees through the

was coated in battery acid. When they finally pulled her out, her vocal cords w

rothea tried to back away, but someone hit her in t

rmary. A sharp, agonizing pain

You took a bad hit to the kidney during the riot. It ruptu

near her. She had been targeted. Her kidney was gone, carved out of her b

she stood for too long, a deep, sick

ng another inmate. Before she walked out the gates, Rhonda looked at Dorothe

ou could burn her, you could cut pieces out of he

, the heavy metal gates of

s waiting

ontaining a pair of cheap jeans, a faded t-s

ggressive. She raised a scarred, calloused hand to s

top and stepped into th

ront of the sc

low yellow. Her cheekbones jutted out sharply against her hollow face. S

outh. "Dorothea,

ounded like heavy sandpap

out her plastic prison ID card. The bol

ard into the over

assing truck blew a cloud of exhaust into her face, sending her into a violen

re to go. But