Inside the prison, the dim light from outside faintly illuminated the scene, allowing Mara, who had adapted to the darkness, to see clearly what was in front of her...

It was a large dormitory, and everyone was up, their heads hanging low, making it hard to see their expressions. But the air around them inexplicably grew colder, and these standing "people" looked like zombies in the apocalypse.

Mara felt like someone had grabbed her throat, and she wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Fear filled her eyes. What do they want to do?!

Has Martin bribed everyone in her cell to kill her tonight?!

Just then, someone took a step forward.

Creak...

It wasn't the sound of someone turning over this time, but the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

They were silent and motionless. One person moved, and then another stepped forward, and the sound of creaking bones continued.

Clara wanted to scream again, but still couldn't make a sound. She accidentally looked at the foot of one of the people and suddenly realized that this person was walking on tiptoe like Clara did during the day, using their big toe to walk!

Mara's pupils shrank as she looked around and saw that all the dozen or so people in the dormitory were in this posture!

Fear filled her eyes, and just then, those dozen or so people rushed towards her, biting her neck one by one!

"No! Don't come near me... don't..."

Mara screamed repeatedly and suddenly sat up from the bed.

She suddenly realized that her "zombie" cellmates who had just torn at her flesh were all staring at her!

The cellmate closest to her raised her hand and slapped her. "What the hell are you screaming for in the middle of the night?! Do you want to die?!"

Mara received a slap, covered her face and burst into tears.

"I'm sorry... it's not what you think..."

Having lived here for so long, she had long been defeated by her cellmates.

Mara's apology did not receive forgiveness. The muscular woman sleeping in the best position immediately said, "Drag her to the bathroom and close the door!"

The woman who had just slapped Mara grabbed her by the hair and dragged her towards the bathroom.

"Ah... let go...!"

Mara's scalp was being painfully pulled, and she kept cursing in her heart. It was indeed the lowest and dirtiest crime, without any quality!

People who don't reason will resort to violence!

Bang!

The toilet door was closed, and a wire was pulled from the outside and tightly tied to the stone pillar.

Then the balcony door was also closed.

Mara was left in the narrow toilet, almost vomiting blood.

She just came to her senses and realized that it was all a dream.

It was all Clara's fault for scaring her!

Mara looked around the toilet, which was dirty and smelly. She had been the one cleaning it since she arrived, but she was not the kind of person who cleaned toilets.

So, she always did it hastily, and now she was suffocating herself.

She didn't know who had left a poop without flushing it, and this is Diana’s paper that had been soaked in water was floating on the sewage.

"Ew..."

Mara was disgusted and pressed the flush button, but the toilet seemed to be a little clogged, and the poop just wouldn't go down.

To make matters worse, the toilet lid was also removed, and there was no way to cover it!

"Open the door...open the door!" Mara shouted.

Nobody answered her.

Mara sat angrily on the toilet, wanting to cry.

Why was she so unlucky?

Just then, a shadow flickered outside the door.

Mara quickly said, "Who is it? Let me out, please, I beg you!"

The shadow did not answer.

Silent, as if just standing at the door of the bathroom.

Mara could only see a shadow, and the person remained silent.

"Is it Vienna? Can you help me open the door..."

Mara thought it was Vienna, the most talkative person in the cell, but the person still stood at the door without saying a word.

Mara suddenly became afraid, her hair standing on end!

It wasn't Vienna!

So, who could it be...

Staying up so late and standing outside the bathroom door??

"Who... who is it!" Mara cried out.

The person still didn't speak, but the bathroom door began to creak and groan.

As if the sound of nails scratching on the door...

Mara screamed in fright, "Someone, help! Open the door!"

This scream abruptly silenced the voice outside the door.

The shadow was also gone...

Mara was in a panic, cautiously lying down on the door gap, trying to see who was outside...

Suddenly, an eye quickly approached and met hers from outside the gap!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Mara was so scared that she fell into the toilet with a bang.

Her face turned pale, and she kept shouting for help, but it seemed like this bathroom was cut off from the outside world.

Even though she shouted so loudly, no one came.

"It's a dream, I must be dreaming..."

Mara got up from the toilet and, under the fear and nausea, vomited so much that her stomach cramped. She opened the faucet frantically and started washing.

As she washed, she suddenly noticed that the water from the faucet flowed onto the floor and turned red...

Blood was dripping from the ceiling.

Mara's pupils shrank suddenly, and she was too scared to lift her head.

Creak, creak...

That sound started again.

Mara didn't dare to move, tears silently streaming down her face. Fear made her body tremble uncontrollably...

Her forehead felt itchy, and her bangs seemed to be hanging down.

She couldn't help but use her hand to push them away, but she realized that the bangs were rapidly getting longer. She then realized that it wasn't her hair, but someone was hanging upside down, slowly descending from the top - it was the hair of that "person"!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The next day, Mara's cellmate opened the bathroom door and found Mara curled up on the floor, covered in excrement and urine, with a foul smell!

"Hey! Did she die? Damn it, it's so disgusting. If she's not dead, get up quickly and clean the bathroom!"

Mara seemed to have been traumatized. She looked at her cellmate in fear, grabbed a towel, and started wiping the floor.

No one knew what she had endured, and this was just the beginning.

In the future, she would spend the rest of her life in fear and regret... more painful than death!