I’ve been haunting your nightmares for years now. All these years you spent trying to break free of Me. The memory of Me. The painful recollection of what you did—or, more specifically—didn’t do. That’s a privilege I never had. As a female prisoner, subject to the and whims of disgusting and criminal guards, I was helpless. My power was stripped from Me the moment I set foot behind those bars. And what did you do? You watched everything happen, yet pretended to see nothing. You turned a blind eye to corruption,, and worse. You let everything happen, making you just as vile and deserving of ...

I’ve been haunting your nightmares for years now. All these years you spent trying to break free of Me. The memory of Me. The painful recollection of what you did—or, more specifically—didn’t do. That’s a privilege I never had. As a female prisoner, subject to the and whims of disgusting and criminal guards, I was helpless. My power was stripped from Me the moment I set foot behind those bars. And what did you do? You watched everything happen, yet pretended to see nothing. You turned a blind eye to corruption,, and worse. You let everything happen, making you just as vile and deserving of everything that’s coming to you as they are. I’ve been planning. Waiting. Scheming. Plotting. And now that the opportunity has presented itself, I’m going to pounce.