***** It was a day like every other, dreary. Blackway Prison always have that aura of abandonment and hopelessness, because no one was coming to save us.Turning eighteen today, didn't stop the shouting, curses and leering the Warden always throws at us. From the side rumours that course through between the prisoners, I know that he pays some of the female prisoners late night visit to satisfy his sick urges. In Blackway Prison it was no better than being dead. Forgotten by the rest of the world. So at the mercy of the Warden, the female would put no resistance from the onslaught and violations that happens to them. By the mercy of the moon goddess or some higher power, I was one of the few spared from such violations. Each night after my sixteen birthday I would lie awake, praying to the goddess to save me from this hellhole. Fearing the Warden would come for me. But he never visited, my fears subsided a little. That doesn't stop his obvious leering and curses he would throw at me
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