Muñeca - book three// prison break

1. Hell

R O S A

I woke up to men talking indistinctly.

I moved slowly on something, I covered my face as I slowly sat up.

I sat on the edge of a bunk bed, with a concrete floor under my shoes.

My hat shadowed my face as I looked over at the men who hung out in the hallways.

The last thing I remember was being moved from a small hotel after Lincoln found us, I also remember briefly talking to Michael on the phone.

He was in this terrible prison where only the worst of the worst go- SONA.

I killed a man in self defense and Michael took the fall.

I was kidnapped with LJ, and they faked my death, sending a head to Lincoln, saying that if he tried to find us again, LJ would be next.

But I was sent into SONA to monitor Michael, but I wasn't allowed to interact with my own husband.

My outfit made me look like a smaller guy, my hoodie covering my hair, while my baseball cap shadowed my cut and bruised face.

I stood up, nearly tipping over before I steadied myself.

I sighed as I kept my head down, I was once again stuck in an all men's prison..

But this one was worse in a way, you see, SONA had a terrible riot a few years ago- killing many inmates and quite a few guards, too.

So now the inmates rule the whole building, including a place called the square, it was like the yard but there was a stand for food and a stand for water, the guards just made sure no one escaped.

A man named Lecharo was king over the whole prison, nothing happening without his say so.

Every two weeks the guards and inmates would call a truce to deliver food and supplies at the front gate.

They had this gross, dumb rule that if someone challenges you to a duel, you took it or died.. They had this chicken foot that you'd throw on the ground to challenge your opponent.

I kept to myself as I walked through the halls, few people paid much mind to me as I got some water and food before going back into my cell.

I sat on the bottom bunk, wondering how I was going to keep away from my husband that was in the same building as me, while he thinks I'm dead.

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I woke up the next day to loud shouting, I got up and looked out my window to see men crowding in a circle, a small makeshift ring in the square.

It was another fight, they happen more often than you'd think, and they don't get broken up before a man dies, they fight to the death, and there's only one rule, no weapons.

My breath hitched as one man snapped the others neck, and he fell to the ground, not moving at all.

I just hoped that Michael was never called to fight, that he was staying under the radar.

I held the windowsill as I faced the floor, breathing deeply.

"Gruesome, huh?" I heard a familiar voice, and I froze.