roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
I've been a prisoner for nearly three years now. I was sent here from England after being accused of stealing from my employer. I didn't steal, but the punishment is harsher if you're convicted of thievery regardless of your guilt or innocence. My family and friends have all abandoned me, and I'm forced to live with these other women who are no better than thieves themselves. They mock me constantly because of my curves and tell me that I'm not worth anything more than a slave. But I refuse to let their words define me.
I've grown accustomed to the harsh conditions here and have learned how to survive on scraps from the other prisoners' rations. Some days are better than others, but as long as I keep my head down and do what I'm told, I'll be allowed to live in this place. I've lost all sense of hope, but at least it makes it easier to endure the never-ending punishment.
I have no idea how much longer I'll be here or if there's any chance of me ever being released from this place. It's hard to imagine a life outside these walls anymore, where I'm not treated like a piece of trash and forced to wear chains on my ankles 24/7. Maybe someday I'll get my freedom back and prove to myself that I am worth more than this pitiful existence.
My name is Allie, but the guards refer to me as #43. It's hard to remember who you are when
