Princess Jiyanah was thrown inside the third cell. There, she laid together with some other sick prisoners on the cold ground. Dusts and dirt stained her chopped, white dress and some parts of her smooth, white skin. But little did she know, behind all those cheers that she got with these prisoners, there were also those who didn't like her appearance in such place. They disliked newcomers who already gained that much attention and favor from the majority. They didn't like to be outshined and be replaced in the spotlight. And right now they were staring at her unconscious body on one of the corner of the cell, planning to teach her a lesson. Just after the two soldiers left to report what happened, they were giving each other a meaningful look, a signal that they should start doing it now. Arms and neck filled with tattoos, Ayyah, stood up first as she cracked her knuckles, ready to kick anyone. She was a convicted with multiple murders, a most want
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