I don't know how I ended up in this place. Prison life is unbearable; every woman here is a freak. They don't like me, and all the dirty, tiring work is left to me alone.
I don't know how they found out that she's a bad woman. It was only after that when I truly understood what hell means – actual hell.
At night, while I sleep, suddenly someone stands by my bed, staring at me wordlessly with a cold gaze, scaring me to the bone.
What's worse, I often get beaten for no reason, several times to the point of vomiting blood, and I'm not even allowed to report it to the authorities. If I do, the next beating is even more severe.
Despite being injured, I still have to wash the clothes of an entire cell and clean the toilets. If I don't comply, they beat me until I submit.
In the winter, they strip me of my clothes and make me stand under the cold water until I'm chillingly soaked. A few times I've had high fevers and thought I might be released from this suffering.
