Turned out that I would be spending the rest of my life in prison. 
    The High desert state prison in Nevada was a place I never thought I would be, but I was there in the twinkle of an eye by my own cause. 
    "Miss Camila Lipa is hereby sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole after a minimum of 10 years has been served; for two counts of murder, and several more which would be under investigation soon.
     She has committed a capital crime for killing a lawyer in the court of law and would be serving time with male inmates" 
     They were the words of the Judge which had done nothing better than hunt me. His voice, alongside his statements, kept blowing up in my ear with a distant resound. 
      Taken as a prisoner, my attires would be changing from the latest lady styles to blue khaki shirt and pants, and only God could tell what these thirsty ass men had in their minds while looking at me. 
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     "This is where you belong, Camila. You're evil, I hope you get messed up by these men in here, just like you did to other people…" 
     I could hear my own breathing simultaneously with the beating on my heart. 
     My hands and arms were chained whenever I was going to see a visitor and it was always the same face, the same voice that made me want to rip the throat out, and equally similar words.
    She had made it her mission to make sure that I was suffering in prison and feeling shitty all the way. 
    She wanted to see the remorse in my eyes. But I wouldn't cry nor give her the satisfaction. 
     "What's your name?" I asked, raising my face up to look at her for the first time. 
     "What do you care?" She asked with a pissed off face. She hated me with passion. 
      "You have been a friend, is only nice that I know your name—" 
     "Friend? Nice? …" She said with a chuckle. "I couldn't even imagine you saying that word, but look at you, at the other side of the glass, desiring to be a friend, and to be nice. I'm sorry honey, too late, and your time's up" she stood up and the warden came to take me back to my cell. 
     "See you next time, Jesse…" I said with a smile. 
    She turned back with a surprised face. "How did—" 
    "Your time's up" I smiled and was dragged inside. If I ever got out, she was going to be my first target. 
    I never wanted to come out from my jail cell because I would be dead before I knew it. 
    I knew for a fact that may people in there would know me, and if they did, they would want me dead. But unfortunately, I couldn't control the authority. 
    I closed my eyes as sunlight entered into the room with columns through the iron-protectored window. Outside of the walls were the screams of happiness I never got to have, or see, that I now admired more than any other thing. 
     In rapport with the goodness of the sun and the whispering gossips of the birds was the life I saw slip away from my finger, the life I saw from my jail cell. 
      The inmates would hit their hands on the walls and make gladiatoric noises with their mad men chants and hoots, and I would be reminded again of how cold it was inside, of the loneliness and the burden.
     Silence would be observed only, and only if it was just the dripping water from the ceiling, dropping onto the water rigged floor, sounding more like metal clanks. And I would be cuddled up with my head buried into my knees, unable to count the time, unable to live in the moment because my time had no end. 
     I heard multiple footsteps approaching from the passage and had a stop on my door. I raised my head to see a couple of wardens and a prison official. 
    The door was opened, letting in the draggy pot bellied prison official with his minions by his side, he cleared his throat under the emergence of speech. 
    "Camila Lipa, should I say that I'm honoured to meet you or not? Your records show that you have done a lot, when I mean a lot, a lot lot…" he tasted his finger with his tongue and continued his talk in a light headed manner. 
    "Mm, you have done a lot…" it was toned down as if he knew how bad it was. "But here we are…" he chuckled. "I must say, you look good, and it would be nice to have you…" he said with a smirk. 
    "Go fuck yourself bitch" I spit at his foot. Anger and disappointment veiled on his face and he fumed like a pregnant frog. 
    "Wrong reaction. You and I would have been something, you're going to rot in jail, Camila" he turned his back And yook some steps away up till after the door frame. 
    "Beat her up and throw her out to join the rest of the prisoners, I will be the first to screw her"
    They rushed at me with an order. "No, please don't. They will kill me!" I begged. 
    "No, but nearly. When they are done with you, I won't have to go fuck myself, ever again. Yes, that's right. Your life is in my hands, and you will have to remain alive for my satisfaction, they will just do the job of making sure you don't have the strength to say a word, but just enough that you can get screwed and still breath." 
     He laughed and walked away while his minions pounced on me, beating me black and blue until they dragged me like a hopeless thief out of my room and into the general hall. 
    My clothes had already been stained by my own blood and I probably wouldn't be getting another, except on their merciful terms. 
    They dropped me on the floor and I staggered up, halting every other motion as I dragged myself to an empty bench in the hall while their pesky eyeballs rolled with me. 
     Silence was as well, overruled on my head. Probably the first time they had ever seen a woman in men's penitentiary and their dirty minds must had been running wild. 
    I walked to the counter to get a food on my tray and the cook wouldn't stop looking at me. "Do I look like your favourite spice?" I said to him and he shook his head with a hiss. 
    I walked back to the bench with my tray full of rubbish food. The rubbish that I was going to eat until the end of my time, but eating it in peace was only a mere fantasy. 
    "Hey fucker!" A thuggy looking guy sprung up and crashed out my tray, letting the rubbish lay scattered on the floor. 
    "Do I owe you?" I said with a sigh, holding my head up. 
    He chuckled. "That's a big mouth you got there, eh?" 
    "Bigger than your dick" I replied abruptly, attracting a motivational laughter from the inmates, which attracted a huge price by the way. 
     I would know in the hard way that my buddy there had anger issues. 
    "That's funny, guess what else is?!" 
    "What—?" 
    A punch right to my face was what's next. I didn't see it coming but it looked right at my face. 
    "Your broken nose" he said through an amused and satisfied face Getting himself the prize of laughter from the inmates. 
    "Fuck!" I wailed, taking my hand to my face and retreating it down to see a palm painted with blood. "You broke my fucking nose!?" I yelled at him. 
     "That's right…" he lowered down and brought his face close to me. "You have got a problem with that? Haven't you?" 
    "Fuck you!" I spit at him, right to his face and smiled when his reaction proved that he had been annoyed. 
    "Wrong answer, wrong action!" He pulled off and hit me away from the bench.